Wuxia's Supreme Lottery System / Wuxia's Super Big Boss

　　"kill!"

　　"kill!"

　　The army in the rear kept shouting bloodthirsty slogans, and the long spears stood up, forcing the Mongolian soldiers in front to charge up and besiege Su Ming.

　　On the entire battlefield, Su Ming was already at the forefront.

　　Behind him, there are more than [-] Song Dynasty soldiers and thousands of warriors, constantly attacking the Mongolian army besieging them.

　　The two battlefields were almost cut apart.

　　Roar!

　　At this moment, a terrifying roar spread all over the field.

　　The three white tigers, the size of a small mountain, rushed out of the army, leaped high, and came to Su Ming's side.

　　They fiercely looked at the surrounding soldiers, roared wildly, and the terrifying sound wave directly killed a large area.

　　Bang bang bang!

　　On the other side, Domineering Wushuanggui's tall body that stood out from the crowd was constantly impacting the Mongolian army, and all the soldiers he attacked were directly thrown into the air.

　　The sound of bones breaking kept coming, and a wide road continued to stretch towards Su Ming under his impact.

　　Those soldiers who were hit in the air fell down and killed several people again.

　　Bloody, brutal, and domineering!

　　Boom!

　　The organ Wushuang also arrived, and the ground was shaken by his footsteps, and the powerful vibration wave shook the ground open with cracks, and cracked within a radius of [-] meters.

　　The soldiers within [-] meters flew out, all spitting blood.

　　The three domineering and invincible white tigers, and the unparalleled ghost like an ancient beast, simply shocked everyone's attention.

　　But at this time, they were standing behind Su Ming, no matter how far they went!

　　Treat him like a god.

　　"This...what monsters are these!"

　　"How can there be such a terrifying monster?!"

　　Meng Ge finally sweated on his forehead, and a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

　　One Su Ming is already unmatched. Now with these terrifying monsters, who else can kill Su Ming?

　　"Damn Su Ming, Ben Khan must not bow his head to him!"

　　"Kill him, I'm going to kill him!"

　　The unwillingness in Brother Meng's heart made his eyes red, and the resentment that had been stagnant for a long time broke out at this moment.

　　"Bring the bow and arrow to Ben Khan!"

　　"Khan, no!"

　　Kublai Khan was startled, knowing what he wanted to do, and hurriedly stopped it.

　　However, Brother Meng was determined to deal with Su Ming in his own way.

　　"Bring it!"

　　Brother Meng gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and even Kublai Khan had a trace of fear.

　　This is to choose people to devour!

　　No one could stop him, and soon someone sent a bow and arrow.

　　Meng Ge was originally a Mongolian hero. He could shoot a [-]-pound bow, bend the bow three hundred paces away, and aim at Su Ming.

　　collapse!

　　The bowstring in Meng Ge's hand flicked violently, and the arrow in his hand was like a shooting star, making a piercing whistle and heading towards Su Ming.

　　The speed of this arrow is unparalleled, and the trajectory of the bow and arrow is almost invisible to the naked eye in the night sky. …

　　Su Ming, who was three hundred steps away, suddenly raised his head and looked at the arrows that came fast from the sky.

　　Wherever his eyes passed, he saw Meng Ge who was standing three hundred paces away, still posing in an archery stance.

　　Ding!

　　Not only did Su Ming not retreat, he also did not let the domineering Wushuang go forward to resist, but raised the Lingxu sword in his hand and slashed with it.

　　A series of sparks erupted from the point of the sword and the point where the bow and arrow collided.

　　But in just an instant, the bow and arrow were directly cut by Su Ming from the arrow to the tail, turning it into two halves.

　　The precise angle of the sword, the ultimate sword, is perfect!

　　However, it's not over!

　　Because now he is going to kill!

　　"Brother Meng, very good, today, you must die!"

　　"Three thousand thunder!"

　　Su Ming moved, lightning flashed under his feet, and his body was swift as the wind, swiping across the battlefield.

　　Roar!

　　The domineering unparalleled ghost and the white tiger roared, and they all rushed towards Brother Meng.

　　Those terrifying body and fighting skills, wherever they passed, all died under the light of the sword, and no one was spared.

　　"Protect the Great Khan!"

　　Kublai Khan cried out in his heart, and immediately mobilized the soldiers around him to protect Meng Ge in the center, and wanted to retreat.

　　But, by now, it's too late!

　　"Hundred-step flying sword!"

　　"Falling Heart Flame!"

　　The Falling Heart Flame erupted, burning and vaporizing all the soldiers wherever Su Ming passed!

　　The Lingxu sword in his hand is transformed into sword energy, and the dragon roars in bursts. Wherever the sword energy passes, it destroys Gu Laxiu, and kills people at a distance of 0.0!

　　The entire rear army was in disarray.

　　Immediately following Su Ming, the three white tigers, the domineering and unparalleled ghosts, swept everything, and their unstoppable force completely overturned the entire rear army camp.

　　groan!

　　Hundred-step flying sword, kill everything wherever it goes!

　　Su Ming stepped on three thousand thunderbolts and followed closely behind!

　　puff!

　　The dozens of shield soldiers standing in front of Meng Ge were pierced by a sword energy, and the shield was destroyed!

　　puff!

　　While Meng Ge was horrified, he almost didn't react when a sword light went straight into his Adam's apple and took him away.

　　Bang!

　　Meng Ge was pierced by a sword and nailed to the Mongolian imperial flag behind.

　　Before he completely lost consciousness, Brother Meng saw a figure wearing a light blue robe slowly walking towards him.

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Chapter 4: Within a hundred years, you must not step into the Central Plains (4/[-], please customize!)

　　It's a pity that what will happen later, Meng Ge can't see it, he has paid the due price for his behavior.

　　Kublai Khan on the side was completely stunned!

　　Sweat is dead?

　　Click!

　　The imperial flag pole behind Meng Ge fell.

　　The banner, which symbolized the dignity of the royal family, was cut in two by Su Ming's sword.

　　"The sweat is dead!"

　　At this time, in a panic, a voice of grief suddenly called out from the silent army.

　　All the soldiers looked at Meng Ge, who was nailed to the imperial flag post, dumbfounded.

　　"Dead... sweaty dead?!"

　　"The sweat is dead, run away, don't have to fight!"

　　"No need to fight, that's great, go back to the prairie!"

　　At this moment, in the Mongolian army, although many of the soldiers who survived were shocked by Meng Ge's death, more of them had been frightened and wished to return to the prairie.

　　Everyone is afraid of death!

　　They all have their own families, and none of them want to die in a foreign country.

　　Groups of soldiers retreated from the sea of ​​corpses and blood!

　　The weapons and flags in their hands could no longer be taken care of, and they were thrown away one after another.

　　The heavy armor on his body even took off directly.

　　No fighting means no death.

　　"The Mongolian Khan is dead, we are victorious!"

　　"Victory, Mongolia retreats!"

　　"We all survived, we don't have to die!"