Chen Ming's blood has a special role. A drop of blood from the goddess of life, even if it is only diluted by this blood, the effect is very powerful, not to mention, this is Chen Ming's heart, just a few drops.

His blood has the power to fuse all the blood in the world, and his blood is the source of life.

In the same way, his blood is the most powerful blood of the world.

Luo Muye’s undead body will have a qualitative change after the blood is combined.

Chen Yu asked: "Is it true that Chen Ming is not directly giving Makino?"

Zhuo Qingyao said: "Through the tiger, let the tiger have its own self-confidence. This is Chen Ming. I don't want to break the heart of Makino, and let Makino think that he is his own success."

Chen Yudao: "Isn't that going to Chen Ming's teaching?"

Zhuo Qingyao: ....

The two now prefer to call Chen Ming’s name. After all, they are going to marry Chen Ming, and the Master is not very good.

As for the more intimate title, how can the two killings be called for export?

Another seven days passed.

Luo Muye finally killed two thousand Luo Jinxian, this time, the prince of the sky was once again increased troops, otherwise, may not be able to stop Luo Muye.

At this moment, Luo Muye, who was covered in golden blood, looked up and looked at the prince of the sky above the tower. He laughed and said, "Come back!"

Luo Muye’s body, like the golden blood, shines like a golden **** of war.

The prince of the sky smiled coldly, then he waved, and the three gates opened, and the three thousand tyrants rushed out and went to Luomuye.

Three thousand Taixu army, forming a circle, surrounded by Luo Muye in the center of the circle.

Above the city, tens of thousands of Taixu army appeared, they bent their arrows and pointed to Luo Muye.

The prince of the sky smiled and said: "One person killing three thousand troops is enough to make your name, but it is here!"

The Prince of the Wave waved and said: "Shoo!"

Flying with a chain of feather arrows, flew toward Luo Muye.

Luo Muye has heard of such things. This stuff is still the thing that Yan Guo started to play, but there is no such thing on the battlefield.

Luo Muye stood in front of the endless arrow rain with a gun, and the arrow rained like a big river rushing out of the dam and rushing toward him!

Black pressed arrow rain, followed by an endless chain, Luo Muye looked up and laughed. "Do you know who my master is?"

This is a well-known problem.

The world knows the answer to this question.

Luo Muye continued to shout: "Tell you, my master, called Chen Ming! The emperor of Yan Guo, the master of the world, Chen Ming!"

"Come on, come and fight!"

He flew up, but there were dozens of celestial kings around him, and he was stabbed in the air!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The void fell on Luo Muye, let him fall from the sky, fell on the ground, he rolled over and climbed up, and then the endless feather arrow fell on his body.

There was a cluster of sparks in his body, and a feather arrow was flung, which also caused his body to tremble. Another feather was shot and his body was shaken again.

He waved his rifle in his hand and danced like a whirlwind, but the feather arrow was too much, and it still landed on his body.

After a few dozens of interest, hehe!

A feather arrow pierced his chest, his body was really powerful, but his opponent was too much, and the other party dispatched tens of thousands!

The corner of his mouth is also a drop of golden blood.

This feather arrow, with a barb, stabbed his flesh and blood, and was firmly fixed in his body.

Behind him, dozens of emptiness hit him, playing him shaking back and forth.

He turned back, his gun was hot, and he rushed toward a fairy king. At the other end of the chain, a fairy king holding a chain was pulled directly from the wall by his power!

A shot fell from the sky, Luo Muye shot a two-handed dunk, a fairy directly inserted on the ground, shocked into a powder.

Another feather arrow crossed his thigh and made his thighs bloody. He laughed and laughed in the army. "Not enough, but these are not enough to kill me!"

The battle continued, and the Raven Iron Riders watched Luo Muye killing in the army, but did not issue any orders for them to attack.

Yes, this is their leader, this is the six masters of Yan Guo!

This is the pro-disciple of Yan Di!

In the heart of the Raven Iron Riding, Luo Muye’s identity is different.

You must know that Luo Muye is the only one that Yan Emperor grew up from childhood.

When Luo Muye was still ignorant, it was Yang Di’s personal support.

Yan Emperor stayed in Luo Muye, as if he were a child.

Three feather arrows crossed the chest, and Luo Muye screamed. "Ha ha ha ha, Master, I am Luo Muye, I will never let you down. I am the last Yi, I, your apprentice, absolutely, Will not give you shame!"

Endless battle, Luo Muye is like an undead war god, his body has added countless wounds, but this still does not let him back a half step, he is still rushing!

Time passed, and it took three months.

In front of Baiji City, countless corpses are piled up. These are the corpses of immortals.

The speed of Luo Muye's killing, after the numerous chains have passed through, has fallen, so that he can no longer kill thousands of enemies within ten days.

But he is still fighting, still killing, his eyes are gradually red, so that only his battle is left in his heart, then fight and continue to fight!

The corpse is horizontal and the bones are full, the golden bones are all over the ground, and the golden blood flows into the river.

Here, it is the battlefield of the hegemony of the world. Now, the six masters of the Yan State, known as the world's invincible Luo Muye, are fighting in front of Baiji City. He has been fighting for four months.

Numerous practitioners in the world look at the white comet, and the light of that star shines brightly. This only shows that there is a battle above that star.

The man who fought, as well as the enemy, was known to the world, without him. This kind of record was too horrible, and the news spread quickly!

People look up and look at the white comet. The light of this star is only weaker than the sun.

One person is too victorious, and this battle has been going on for four months.

Countless Yan people look at the white comet and only feel the tide of worship. "This is the six masters of our Yan country. This is our pro-disciple!"

"Four months, Xiongtai, I really can't hold it, my upper eyelids are infinitely missing my eyelids!"

"Brother, if you say it, you may not believe it, you will fight, and let us watch the war!"

"This friend, I really can't do it, or else, today, I will go back to sleep and see again, are you here to guard?"