Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 144 Only Kill All!

Hearing this sentence, Guan Jin's face changed greatly, his body trembling faintly.

Su Zimo glanced at him, and saw that Guan Jin's cheeks were drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and wrinkles appeared, as if the blood in his body was forcibly removed by invisible external forces!

"what!"

Guan Jin roared, desperately broke out, but couldn't stop this weird situation.

Guan Jin turned his head and looked at the three of Su Zimo. His eyes were full of panic and fear, and his pupils became gray and dim.

This situation is exactly the same as the death of mortals in Linfeng City!

"Oh!"

Guan Jin stretched out his arm and seemed to want to say something, but a weird sound came from deep in his throat.

The fat man was startled and took a half step back.

No one shot at Guan Jin at all, but in a blink of an eye, Guan Jin became like this, obviously already fierce.

Too evil!

The fat man felt chills on his spine, panting heavily and breathing hard, calming the shock in his heart.

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

He looked carefully, and a few green spots appeared on the skin of Guan Jin's palm, exuding an evil breath.

In Linfeng City, Guan Jin's palm had contacted the body of a more dead person.

If this is the case, it will cause a foundation-building monk to fall, and such means are really terrifying!

With a little care, you might win.

The surrounding monks looked at this scene with all their spare time, and seemed to have expected this result.

Although cold and indifferent in appearance, when he saw Guan Jin's helpless eyes, a burst of intolerance appeared in his heart. He felt a few pills of elixir from the storage bag and went to feed him.

She didn't know what Guan Jin was like now, what happened.

But after all, he is a fellow brother, and he can't help but die.

Just as Leng Ruo was about to step forward, her arm was suddenly grabbed and pulled her back.

"do not go!"

Su Zimo's voice sounded in her ear.

With a thump, Guan Jin fell to the ground, already out of breath.

Tenderly in situ.

A dim green ball of light floated out of Guan Jin's body and flew deep into the mouth of the spirit mine.

A glimmer of cold light flashed in Su Zimo's eyes, and he secretly said: "There should be someone deep in the spirit mine, this talent is the murderer of the Linfeng City tragedy!"

"Hey!"

The monk in the gray robe smiled strangely: "Well, it's kind of sweet and fragrant. Beauty, if this boy didn't pull you just now, you are now a dead person."

Frigid heart startled.

Although her practice was higher than Su Zimo's, she had not experienced any experience in life and death. Seeing the tragic death of two brothers, she could not help losing sight.

Realizing this, he gave Su Zimo a grateful look.

The monk in the gray robe touched his chin and said sulkingly, "But that's okay. It would be a pity if you were such a beautiful beauty to die. Alas, there is just a warm-bed maid underneath. I think you look good . "

"Hahaha!"

A group of monks beside the building laughed and laughed.

Woohoo!

At this moment, a gust of wind came from the mouth of the Spirit Mine Cave, and a large group of blood-eyed crows swarmed out, like a locust crossing, covering half of the sky in a blink of an eye, shrouding everyone's heads.

The fat man saw his scalp numb, swallowed, and whispered, "Brother, what should I do?"

Relentlessly also looked at Su Zimo.

At this moment, the two have subconsciously regarded Su Zimo as the backbone, and even forgot that their cultivation is higher than Su Zimo.

"no way."

Su Zimo shook his head, and said lightly, "I can only kill them all."

The obscurity and obesity of the fat man looked dark.

With a soft sigh in his heart: "All the other parties are monk-builders. In addition to the nine mid-base-builders, there is even one late-base-builder. Su Zimo is just an airman. What can he do?"

Regardless of being tender or fat, he thought Su Zimo was dead, but just said so casually.

He bit his red lips softly and whispered: "I will try to block as many people as possible with Fuyu. Take the crane and find a chance to kill it!"

The crane looked at the densely packed blood-eyed crows in the sky, constantly tweeting, flapping its wings, ready to launch an offensive at any time.

The strength of these blood-eyed crows is not strong, but there are many advantages. Once entangled and biting Xiaohe, its strength cannot be exerted.

The Linghu was on the ground and couldn't help.

At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly touched the bleeding crystal bow from the storage bag, hit the arrow, and wound the string. The whole movement seemed to have been practiced countless times, like flowing clouds.

call out! call out! call out!

Three sharp arrows shot towards the crowd and stabbed in front of them.

More than thirty monks in the surrounding area had some mischievous thoughts, and most of their attention was also placed on the two gentle and fat little monks. Where can I expect a practitioner to dare to take the lead!

Arbitrary and unintended.

Three arrows pierced the throats of the three early monks with precision, and brought out a **** blood!

The eyes of the three were confused, and until the last moment they couldn't believe it, they died under the bow and arrow of a gas trainer.

"It's him!"

Someone exclaimed in the crowd.

Previously, in the spiritual mine, Su Zimo used bows and arrows to shoot and kill two people. These foundation monks immediately recognized them.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

More than thirty monks at the base offered sacrifices of flying swords at the same time.

Su Zimo sighed softly: "Don't hold your hands, do it!"

The cold and obese little fat man quickly offered flying swords and runes, and sprinkled them on the surrounding crowds. Rune lights burst out, and various spirits collided.

"Oh!"

The little crane screamed, leaped away, rushed to the blood-eyed crow in the sky, and slaughtered.

The little fat man yelled and rushed to an early monk with a huge axe. He wanted to use the power of melee to kill this person on the spot.

However, due to the large number of people on the opposite side, Fei Jian kept blocking the attack, and the fat man couldn't get close at all.

The monk in the gray robe didn't move, but was carrying his hands on his shoulders, and stood outside watching coldly.

There was no suspense in this battle, he didn't need to take any action at all.

On the other side, Su Zimo already stowed the blood crystal bow.

Although the bow and arrow are good, when the foundation monk is prepared, it is difficult to build merits.

The six-handed flying sword hung in front of his chest, galloping across the air, leaving a trail of sword marks.

Hum!

The light of a huge hexagonal pattern is shining and dazzling!

As soon as Su Zimo shot his shot, he offered Liuhe Sword Formation!

The situation in front of the clock, and then use Sancai sword array, is useless.

"Sword formation?"

The gray robe's face changed, and a strange color passed in his eyes, and he murmured, "This Qiqi practitioner is actually a sword array master?"

An early monk in the early days of building a foundation had followed Su Zimo, secretly sacrificing a flying sword, stabbing towards Su Zimo's head.

Seeing that Feijian was about to stab Su Zimo's head, the latter eschewed strangely from his place, and his body was agile and light.

"Ok?"

This man's look changed, and he was about to turn the flying sword and continued to hunt Su Zimo. A huge hexagonal star sword array suddenly came down and crushed it face to face!

puff!

Blood flashed.

This person was split in half by Liuhe Sword Formation.

(End of this chapter)