Eternal Sacred King Chapter 144: We can only kill them all!
Hearing these words, Guan Jin's face changed drastically, and his body trembled.
Su Zimo glanced sideways, and saw that Guan Jin’s cheeks were drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, wrinkles appeared, as if for an instant, the blood in the body was forcibly drawn away by invisible external forces!
"Ah!"
Guan Jin roared, desperately exploding spiritual power, but couldn't stop this weird situation.
Guan Jin turned his head and looked at Su Zimo's three people, his eyes were full of panic and fear, and his pupils turned pale and dull.
This situation is exactly the same as the death of mortals in Linfeng City!
"Ho ho!"
Guan Jin stretched out his arm, as if he wanted to say something, but there was a strange noise deep in his throat.
The little fat man was startled, and subconsciously stepped back.
No one shot Guan Jin at all, but in a blink of an eye, Guan Jin became like this. It was obvious that he had been more ill-fortuned.
is too evil!
The little fat man felt a chill on his back, panting heavily, calming the shock in his heart.
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
He looked carefully, and on the skin of Guan Jin's palm, green spots faintly appeared, exuding an evil aura.
In Linfeng City, Guan Jin's palm had been in contact with the dead body of a man who beat a guard.
If only this is the case, it would cause a foundation-building monk to fall, and these methods are really frightening!
is a little careless, you may get caught.
A group of foundation-building monks watched this scene in time, and they seemed to have expected this result.
Leng Rou was indifferent in appearance, but seeing Guan Jin's helpless eyes, she felt unbearable in her heart. She took out a few pills from her storage bag and went to feed Guan Jin.
She doesn't know what Guan Jin is like now.
But after all, he is the same brother, so he can't die.
Just as Leng Rou was about to step forward, someone suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Don't go!"
Su Zimo's voice rang in her ears.
With a plop, Guan Jin fell to the ground, his breath was gone.
cold and softly stunned in place.
A faint green ball of light floated out of Guan Jin's body and flew into the depths of the mouth of the mine.
A cold light flashed in Su Zimo's eyes, and he said inwardly: "There should be someone in the depths of the mine. This talent is the murderer of the Linfeng city tragedy!"
"Hey hey!"
The gray-robed monk yin and yang smiled weirdly: "Yeah, it's kind of pity and jade. Beauty, if it wasn't for this kid to give you a hand, you would be a dead person now."
Leng Rou's heart shook.
Although her cultivation level is higher than that of Su Zimo, she has not experienced any life and death experience. Seeing the tragic death of the two seniors, she inevitably lost her square inch.
Realizing this, she gave Su Zimo a grateful look.
The grey-robed monk touched his chin, squinted and said, "But that’s fine, it would be a pity if you are such a beautiful beauty dies. Tsk tusk, there is just a lack of a bed warmer underneath. I see you. Beauty is good."
"Hahaha!"
The group of foundation-building cultivators beside laughed booingly.
huhu!
At this moment, there was a sound of wind from the entrance of the mine cave, and a large group of blood-eyed crows swarmed out, like a migratory locust crossing the border, covering half of the sky in the blink of an eye and shrouding everyone's heads.
The little fat man saw his scalp numb, swallowed his saliva, and asked in a low voice: "Big brother, what should I do?"
Leng Rou also looked at Su Zimo.
At this moment, the two have subconsciously regarded Su Zimo as the backbone, and even forgot that their cultivation level is higher than Su Zimo.
"No way."
Su Zimo shook his head, and said lightly: "I can only kill them all."
The cold and soft little fat man's eyes darkened.
Leng Rou sighed softly in her heart: "The opponent is all foundation-building monks, except for the nine mid-foundation stage, and there is even one late-stage foundation building. Su Zimo is just a trainer, what can he do?"
Whether it is Leng Rou or Fatty, they thought that Su Zimo was dead, but just said casually.
softly bit his red lips, and whispered: "I will use the talisman to block as many people as possible for a while, you can take the small crane and find a chance to kill!"
Xiaohe looked at the dense blood-eyed crows in the sky, constantly screaming, flapping wings, ready to launch an offensive at any time.
The strength of these blood-eyed crows is not strong, but they win in a large number. Once the entanglement bites the crane, its strength cannot be used.
And Linghu is on the ground, and he can't help.
At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly flicked the bleeding crystal bow from the storage bag, took the arrow, and wound the string. The whole action seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, like running clouds and flowing water.
咻! call out! call out!
Three sharp arrows shot towards the crowd, and pierced in front of them in a blink of an eye.
The thirty-odd foundation-building monks around originally had some joking thoughts, and most of their attention was also placed on the two foundation-building monks cold and gentle Fatty. What was the expectation that a gas trainer would dare to take the lead!
There is mental arithmetic and unintentional.
Three arrows accurately pierced the throats of the three early foundation cultivators, bringing out a **** flower!
The eyes of the three of them were perplexed, and they couldn't believe it until the last moment that they actually died under the bow and arrow of a gas trainer.
"It's him!"
Someone exclaimed in the crowd.
Before in the spirit mine cave, Su Zimo used a bow and arrow to shoot two people, and these foundation-building cultivators immediately recognized them.
唰! Huh! Huh!
More than 30 foundation-building monks offered flying swords at the same time, their auras flickering constantly, and their swords were vigorously vigorous.
Su Zimo gave a soft sigh: "Don't froze, do it!"
The cold and gentle little fat man hurriedly offered flying swords and talisman to the surrounding crowd~IndoMTL.com~The light of the talisman burst out, various spiritual arts collided, and the roar sounded everywhere!
"Hey!"
The little crane screamed, flew away, rushed to the blood-eyed crow high in the sky, and started to fight.
The little fat man yelled, carrying a giant axe and rushing to a monk at the early stage of foundation building, wanting to kill him on the spot with the power of melee combat.
It's just that there are many people on the opposite side, and Feijian keeps blocking the attack. The little fat man can't get close at all. In a blink of an eye, he is under siege and barely resists.
The grey-robed monk did not move, but stood outside with his hands on his back, watching coldly.
There is no suspense in this battle, and he doesn't need to act.
On the other side, Su Zimo has already put away the blood crystal bow.
Although bows and arrows are good, it is difficult to make merits when the foundation-building monks are prepared.
Six-handed flying sword hung in front of his chest, galloping through the air, leaving a trail of sword marks.
hum!
A huge hexagonal pattern of light is shining, dazzling and dazzling!
As soon as Su Zimo took a shot, he sacrificed the Liuhe sword formation!
In the situation in front of me, using the three-talent sword formation is completely useless.
"Sword formation?"
The gray-robed monk's face changed, and a strange color flashed across his eyes, and he whispered: "This gas trainer is actually a sword formation master?"
A cultivator in the early stage of foundation building had long been staring at Su Zimo, secretly offering a flying sword, and stabbing it at the back of Su Zimo's head.
Seeing that Feijian is about to pierce Su Zimo's head, the latter hides from the place weirdly, with agility and lightness.
"Huh?"
This person's expression changed. Just about to turn his flying sword and continue to chase Su Zimo, a huge six-pointed star sword array suddenly descended, crushing him on the face!
噗!
blood flashed.
This person was directly cut in half by the Liuhe sword formation.