Chapter 777 Zhang Mancheng

Ding Ling looked like a new ghost at first glance.

And it seemed that he had just died and was extremely weak.

Deal with new ghosts like this.

He Yi didn't dare to use weapons, for fear of accidentally killing Ding Ling!

In this case, how could he torture Ding Ling?

How to vent the resentment and murderous intention in your heart?

So he planned to overthrow Ding Ling first, and then torture him!

If Ding Ling is not tortured to the point of "life is worse than death", he will not be called He Yi!

However, what surprised He Yi was that as soon as his fist hit him, the next moment, he flew out uncontrollably.

"What's going on?!"

He Yi was a little confused, but soon, a sharp pain came from his heart. When he looked down slightly, he saw a hole the size of a bowl!

"Who did this?!"

"When did such serious injuries occur?"

Peng!

He Yi fell heavily to the ground, directly crushing several ghost soldiers to death. He struggled to get up, but found that the source of his soul power was leaking crazily. He knew that he was dead and couldn't help wailing.

Hearing the wailing, other Yellow Turban generals rushed out one after another. After seeing the situation clearly, they all looked at He Yi in disbelief:

"Who did it?"

He Yi didn't know who it was, but he instinctively pointed at Ding Ling:

"He, he!"

"Who are you?!"

A strong man with a height of three meters stared at Ding Ling:

"A mere brat can actually hurt Marshal He?!"

He couldn't believe it and commanded the Yellow Turban Army from all directions:

"Go on, take him down for me!"

boom!

The Yellow Turban Army swarmed forward, some holding knives or swords, and rushed towards Ding Ling.

Ding Ling hit the sword with a casual wave of his hand.

The next moment!

A turbulent sword river appeared, like the Milky Way falling straight to the ninth level of the sky. In an instant, thousands of Yellow Turban troops were attacked and smashed into pieces. Boom! Jianhe was unstoppable and continued to rush towards the three-meter-strong man with invincible momentum.

But seeing the situation like this, Ding Ling was ready to just go through with it.

Be polite before fighting.

It has existed since ancient times.

Etiquette is not enough.

Then we can only use soldiers.

Not to mention that there are many of his mortal enemies hidden among the Yellow Turban Army.

There is absolutely no possibility of relaxation.

Thinking of this, Ding Ling sighed in his heart and walked forward. Wherever he passed, it was like a speedboat breaking through the waves. No one could stop him, and nothing could stop him. In just a moment, he came to the three-meter-tall fierce man.

In the fierce roar of the tiger, Jianhe suddenly accelerated, covering him in an instant and impaling him into a sieve.

"How can it be so strong?!"

"A brat!"

"I, Zhang Mancheng, am a divine envoy! How could I die here?!"

The three-meter-tall fierce man is none other than Zhang Mancheng. He controls no less than 100,000 elite members of the Yellow Turban Army. He dominates the country and few people can check him?

He only listened to the great virtuous teacher and three other people.

No one else is qualified to order him.

However, such a fierce man, a super fierce general who could beat and suppress He Yi and other commanders, died at the gate of the Yellow Turban Army camp.

"hiss!"

The remaining generals of the Yellow Turban Army gasped, retreated and fled frantically, their eyes filled with incredible and unimaginable expressions:

"There is obviously no ghost energy. He looks like a new ghost! How could he kill Marshal Zhang instantly?! How did he do it?!"

"Shuai Zhang alone can easily defeat a hundred thousand ghost soldiers! This man actually killed such a handsome man?! How terrifying!"

"I can't imagine how he could just hit the sword so casually and create a river of swords that could kill Marshal Zhang!"

…

All the Yellow Turbans were suppressed.

There are ghost soldiers and generals who are shouting to avenge Zhang Mancheng, and even more ghost soldiers and ghost generals are fleeing in panic.

The domain of Ding Ling's Sword expanded, covering Zhang Mancheng's soul, and began to peel off the stream of consciousness.

At the same time.

The ghost sword in his hand was swung out from time to time, and streaks of sword energy flew through the void like streams of light. As the sword energy passed by, bang bang bang! One by one, the ghost soldiers and generals burst like bubbles.

Facing Ding Ling's sword.

They are all papery.

This shocked the ghost generals who chose to flee even more, and they all ran faster.

[Advanced Ghost Blade Condensation Technique Full Level]

'Um? ’

‘This method. ’

Ding Ling pointed the sword in his hand high into the sky. In the next moment, the soul energy and ghost energy of the dead souls he killed rushed towards the ghost sword crazily. Visible to the naked eye, the ghost sword was constantly condensing and getting stronger.

From the initial state of the ordinary weapon, it began to transform into the state of the superior ghost blade.

When Zhang Mancheng's ghost energy is absorbed, Kong!

The ghost sword has been upgraded to an ordinary mid-level ghost sword, and its condensation, toughness, sharpness, etc. are all doubled, sonorous!

Ding Ling waved his sword gently, and a cold light shone in the sky!

With the sonorous sound, the sword energy shot out by the ghost sword became more brilliant and sharp.

"I didn't expect that Zhang Mancheng actually has an advanced ghost blade condensation method. Wouldn't there be an advanced ghost blade forging method?"

Ding Ling was thoughtful.

Is advanced meditation more than a hundred times more powerful than ordinary meditation?

The advanced ghost blade condensation method is also more than a hundred times more powerful than the ghost weapon condensation method.

It is conceivable that the advanced ghost blade forging method must also be extremely powerful.

Ding Ling walked forward casually.

Since the killer has been moved.

There was no reason for him to hold back.

A sword was swung out from time to time.

The sword river is like a dragon. Wherever it passes, everything is eroded, covered, and destroyed.

Whoops!

The billowing ghost energy rushed towards the ghost sword like a wave. It could be seen with the naked eye that the ghost sword was getting stronger. After a while, after killing thousands of enemies, the ghost sword once again evolved into an ordinary high-level ghost blade.

At this step, the ghost blade becomes thicker, sharper, and tougher.

Between chopping and stabbing, it is no longer as good as a real weapon in the world!

Ta-ta!

As the sound of galloping ghost horses sounded, Ding Ling looked around and saw tens of thousands of cavalry troops rushing towards his direction. The leader was holding a long spear and wearing a Taoist robe, with sharp eyes. Angry and self-defeating.

Behind him a flag flew in the wind.

There are several large characters engraved on it:

General!

"General Zhang Liang, the third younger brother of the great sage Zhang Jiao?"

Ding Ling looked sideways.

Except Zhang Liang.

Ding Ling also saw a few familiar faces: Jie Tianyaksha He Man, Huang Shao, Liu Pi, Ma Zhong...

Ma Zhong was also there, which Ding Ling didn't expect.

This is the strongest assassin in the Three Kingdoms world!

In order to kill him, Ding Ling had no choice but to compete with him in acting.

Enemies meet now.

Although Ma Zhong was shocked, he couldn't help but show a cruel and happy expression.

It's not just him.

The same is true for Liu Pi, He Man and others.

"You were the one who broke into our camp without permission and killed Marshal Zhang and the others?!"

Far away, Zhang Liang let out a tiger roar.

The strange thing is.

Compared with the eastern and western regions.

This northern area seems to allow sound to travel farther, so more and more people are coming towards Ding Ling's direction.

The Yellow Turban Army, which had been fleeing before, was now trapped in it and rushed over again involuntarily.