Eternal Sacred King Chapter 90: Shoot!
Without a sword piercing Linghu's head, Sun Tao flashed a trace of annoyance in his eyes, and snorted coldly: "Luck you beast!"
"You—find—die!"
Su Zimo's eyes flashed with a red light in the depths of his eyes, and he shouted, suddenly took a step, leaped two feet away, and instantly came to Sun Tao!
This step is to plow the sky.
looks ordinary, but the momentum is terrifying, and Sun Tao is so scared that he is so scared that he feels that he is not facing a person, but an ancient beast!
Su Zimo was murderous, flipped his palm, and pressed it down according to Sun Tao's face.
bang!
Sun Tao had no strength to fight back. He only felt that his eyes were black, and he was forced to fall by Su Zimo. His head hit the ground heavily, smashing a big hole, fainting on the spot, and bleeding from his seven orifices!
"Huh?"
is just above the spirit arena, deep in the clouds and fog, out of sight, there is a bewildering whisper, huge wings looming, and a pair of eyes are watching what is happening below, with cold eyes.
"Weird, how can this child's bloodline..."
An inaudible whisper sounded from above the nine heavens.
Under the Spirit Arena.
This change caused an uproar.
First, Sun Tao made a sneak attack and severely injured Su Zimo's Linghu. This scene was acceptable to everyone.
But the next moment, everyone was stunned.
When Little Fatty wanted to stop it, it was too late.
No one would have thought that Su Zimo would dare to attack Sun Tao, and no one would have thought that Sun Tao would be stunned by Su Zimo's palm.
"It must be a carelessness!"
A thought flashed through the hearts of everyone.
Sun Tao, the eighth-layer qi-trainer, as a disciple of Lingfeng, was defeated by the sixth-layer qifeng-qifeng with one move. There is only one possibility, that is, Sun Tao's carelessness.
"It's over, it's over! Big brother ignores the rules of the sect and shoots at the same door in the spirit battle arena, and Sun Tao doesn't know his life or death. This is in trouble."
The little fat man scratched his head and scratched his cheeks, thinking about countermeasures.
"Presumptuous!"
"Bold!"
"Su Zimo, you dare to ignore the rules of the sect and hurt the same sect, you are looking for death!"
Many Lingfeng disciples rushed out from the crowd and surrounded Su Zi Mo Tuan. Their expressions were not good, they glared at him and yelled.
Feng Haoyu stood not far away and watched this scene, a joking flashed in his eyes, and a sneer in his heart: "It seems that I don't need to take action anymore. I'm a foolish man, haha."
Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were cold, and he ignored the Lingfeng disciples around him, squatted down on his own, sprinkled golden sore medicine on Linghu's wound, and dealt with it.
Linghu endured the pain and blinked at Su Zimo, feeling an inexplicable move in his heart.
Seeing this scene, Leng Rou who stood aside nodded to herself.
Not to mention other things, just facing more than a thousand murderous Lingfeng disciples, can be so calm, this character is indeed strong.
Lengrou admits that she can't be as calm as Su Zimo.
"Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."
The little fat man jumped out quickly, contemplated in all directions, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you do this, doesn't it also violate the rules of the sect."
Hearing this, many Lingfeng disciples looked hesitant, and they couldn't take a shot directly, and froze in place for a while.
Feng Haoyu's eyes flickered, and she suddenly turned sideways, whispering a few words to a Lingfeng disciple beside her.
The disciple nodded understandingly, drove the flying sword away, and galloped straight to the Lingfeng Palace.
Leng Rou saw this scene, a flash of disgust flashed in her eyes.
Don't think too much, this Feng Haoyu must have let people tell the news, and asked Senior Zongmen to deal with Su Zimo.
"Su Zimo, you hurt people at my Lingfeng, do you really think I have no one on Lingfeng?"
Just when the two sides were deadlocked, Feng Haoyu suddenly said.
Hearing these words, the little fat man's heart sank.
So insidious!
Feng Haoyu's words are completely punishing the heart, for fear that Su Zimo and Lingfeng disciples will not be able to fight.
The more trouble this incident is, the heavier Su Zimo will be punished!
As expected, Feng Haoyu's voice just fell, and the originally hesitant Lingfeng disciple's expression changed, and the palm of his hand was slowly placed on the storage bag, possibly at any time.
A Lingfeng disciple finally couldn’t stand it. Relying on the fact that he had practiced the technique of refining the body, his physical body was strong, he gave a cold snort, walked forward, grabbed Su Zimo’s hair, and said bitterly: "Su Zimo , Ask you something, don’t pretend to be dumb!"
"Go!"
Su Zimo didn't turn his head back. With a flick of his arm, it looked soft and collapsed, but after being thrown out, it was like a whip, making a crisp sound in the air!
Snap!
Before the Lingfeng disciple's palm touched Su Zimo, he was slapped by Su Zimo and fell into the crowd. His mouth was full of silver teeth broken, he coughed up blood, and fell to the ground.
Everyone changed their colors in an uproar!
The little fat guy is almost crying.
He always wanted to prevent the situation from getting worse, but he didn't expect that everything he had done before was wasted.
Su Zimo's shot was too fast, and others couldn't react.
This angered the disciples of Lingfeng completely.
Many Lingfeng disciples offered flying swords one after another, trembling lightly in the air, and they were about to shoot!
Dozens of Qifeng disciples gathered around Su Zimo, and they also offered flying swords. The two sides were at war with each other, and a battle could break out at any time!
The smile in Feng Haoyu's eyes is more intense.
"Don't move, don't move!"
When the little fat man saw this situation, his scalp was numb, he took out a huge axe from the storage bag, held a talisman in his left hand, and patted it on Su Zimo.
Around Su Zimo's body~IndoMTL.com~ a mask suddenly appeared.
This is a talisman jug.
Little Fatty didn't use it by himself, but directly gave it to Su Zimo.
Su Zimo feels warm.
This little fat man's move will undoubtedly offend many Lingfeng colleagues.
"Fatty man, who are you on earth!" A Lingfeng disciple yelled.
The little fat man's face sank, he actually put away his smile, and yelled: "Go to Nima, you care about the fat man!"
The scolding of the little fat man was stunned by many Lingfeng disciples.
Since entering the clan, everyone has never seen Little Fatty blush. Everyone is smiling, with a kind face. In terms of popularity, Little Fatty is better than Feng Haoyu.
The little fat man felt a little gaffe, and mumbled: "The fat man is fat, don't call me fat man the most annoying..."
At this moment, there was a soft drink in the distance.
"Disperse it all!"
A sword light came galloping, and it descended on everyone's heads in the blink of an eye. There was a monk standing in front of the flying sword. In the early stage of foundation construction, there was a Lingfeng disciple standing behind it.
"I have seen Brother Chen."
"Brother Chen came just right, please be fair for my Lingfeng, Qifeng Su Zimo ignored the rules of the sect and attacked the same door!"
Many Lingfeng disciples recognized this person and shouted with their fists.
Little Fatty quickly whispered: "Brother, don’t offend this person. This is Chen Yu, a disciple of the Inner Sect Law Enforcement Hall, who has made friends with Feng Haoyu. This person must have come to trouble you. If you have to bear it, you can bear it."
paused, the little fat man was afraid that Su Zimo would not know the situation was severe, and he warned: "Inner disciple, we can't afford to offend, otherwise after being promoted to the inner door, you will have to suffer, not to mention this person is still the law enforcement hall. Middle-aged."