Eternal Sacred King Chapter 21: Scourge

　　 Su Zimo stepped to the body of the Lean Qiqir, flipping his hand and cracking the palm of the ground, heading towards the opposite door!

　　 The weight-loss trainer was very alert and reacted very quickly. Seeing Su Zimo avoiding the flying sword, he took out a mirror from the cloth pocket around his waist and quickly squeezed a magical decision in his hand.

　　 The mirror suddenly became bigger and sparkling.

　　 Su Zimo has long noticed that there is a small cloth bag hanging around the waist of these cultivators, it seems that there is something in it, and you can take out one thing by touching it with the palm of your hand.

　　 But Su Zimo is not surprised. These small bags are obviously much weaker than Die Yue's method of opening up a large area of ​​practice.

　　 In a hurry, the weight-loss trainer raised the mirror in his hand with one arm, blocking it above his head,

　　bang!

　　 Click, click!

　　 Su Zimo's hand fell on the mirror of the skinny trainer, and a loud noise erupted first, and then cracks appeared on the mirror surface.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 The weight-loss training man screamed, his arm was instantly crushed by the force rebounded from the mirror, bones and muscles shattered, and flesh and blood flew!

　　 This time, Su Zimo dared to punch him with bare hands.

　　 On the one hand, it is because he perceives that the mirror is not aggressive. On the other hand, when the other party sacrifices the mirror, there is no flash of aura on it.

　　Sure enough, this mirror was destroyed by Su Zimo's palm, and the weight-loss trainer was almost killed on the spot!

　　 The weight-loss training man fell on the ground, his face was pale, and he screamed: "Who are you, dare to intervene in the affairs of my joy!"

　　 "The one who killed you!"

　　 Su Zimo sneered, stepped forward, and wanted to end up with the life of this lean qishi.

　　 At this moment, Su Zimo saw a weird flash in the depths of the skinny trainer's eyes.

　　 "Huh? Not good!"

　　 Su Zimo's heart moved, and he backed away quickly.

　　 This is the first time that Su Zimo has been fighting a cultivator. He is extremely cautious, for fear that the other party will suddenly reveal any means he doesn't know.

　　 Wow!

　　 The weight-loss training man suddenly raised his palm, and sprayed a powder mist, exuding a faint fragrance.

　　 But Su Zimo stepped back earlier, and was not contaminated by the powder mist.

　　 "Be careful, fellow Daoists, this is a happy birthday, don't breathe it!" The voice of the Huangshan woman came, soft and gentle, with a little anxiety.

　　 Su Zimo frowned and paused for a moment while looking at the thin air trainer hiding in the powder mist.

　　If you wait for a while, the powder mist will dissipate naturally, and you are not afraid of threats, but Su Zimo can't be consumed here, because there are three cultivators next to him.

　　 Su Zimo turned around decisively, temporarily abandoned the person, and rushed towards the person behind him.

　　 The person behind saw that the weight-loss trainer had been beaten with a palm, and his face was pale with fright. He hurriedly manipulated the flying sword and pierced Su Zimo's eyebrows!

　　 There is no flashing aura on this flying sword.

　　 Su Zimo squinted his eyes and didn't intend to dodge, keeping a dive posture, sticking out his right hand, and gently resting on the oncoming flying sword.

　　 One roll, one shock, one tugging!

　　唰!

　　 Although this flying sword didn't break, it was thrown aside by Su Zimo and inserted diagonally into the soil.

　　 The gas trainer was shocked.

　　 Even though he is only manipulating the non-flowing spirit weapon, when has he ever seen someone who can pick up the spirit weapon with bare hands and unscathed?

　　What kind of monster is this person?

　　 After such a delay, Su Zimo has already arrived in front of this person, his body curled up, one knee is like kneeling instead of kneeling, his hands are folded, and he lifts up!

　　 Blood ape donates fruit!

　　bang!

　　 This time, it happened to hit the chin of the gas trainer.

　　 There was a cracking sound from the man’s chin and neck bones, his head slammed back, drooping on his back, his eyes wide open, his eyes were full of panic, and his breath was gone.

　　 There are two trainers left to besiege Huangshan women. Seeing this scene, they were frightened and lost their souls.

　　 Su Zimo unfolded his figure, rushed to one of them, his left hand chest protector, his right hand clenched a fist, the muscles tremble, the flesh and blood swelled, with a fist as the seal, and fell from the sky with a bang.

　　 A large shadow enveloped over, covering the sky and the sun!

　　 The qi trainer was photographed by Su Zimo's imposing manner. He was so frightened that he dared to try to attack and resist, turned around, turned around and fled.

　　 Seeing that he was about to escape the envelope of the big seal on his head, this person was overjoyed.

　　 Just then, there was a trembling bowstring trembling in his ears, which was breathtaking.

　　 collapse! collapse! collapse!

　　 I saw Su Zimo stretch the big tendons, his arms skyrocketed, and the big seal smashed down, and he instantly caught up with the air trainer who had fled for his life, and landed on his Tian Ling cover.

　　噗!

　　 After 　　 the head exploded, the power of Dayin still had room to spare, directly smashing this person's body to pieces.

　　 Seeing five dead and one wounded in the same door, the only remaining Qi Practitioner was in a mess. He was a little lost, and was driven by the Huangshan woman with a flying sword and circled around his neck.

　　 The big head flew up, blood gushing, and the headless corpse fell, convulsing unconsciously.

　　 Huangshan woman was dripping with sweat. After killing this person, her chest rose and fell, panting slightly, as if she had reached the limit of physical strength.

　　 Su Zimo turned around and looked at the weight-loss trainer with a broken arm.

　　 found that this person had already taken this opportunity to escape to a distance, pressing his wound with his right hand, and stepping on a flying sword under his foot, walking high in the sky, and he was about to disappear into the jungle.

　　 Su Zimo frowned.

　　 At this time, it would be too late for him to catch up. Besides, even if he could catch up, Su Zimo was at a loss in the sky.

　　 Suddenly, Su Zimo found himself an Achilles’ heel.

　　He couldn't fly in the air.

　　 If the qi-trainer flies with the sword at the first time and then fights with him, this means that he can only be beaten passively and cannot fight back.

　　After this fight, the night is getting darker, and the roar of the spirit beast can be faintly heard in my ears, shaking the world~IndoMTL.com~Looking at the back of the skinny trainer hidden in the night, Su Zimo A touch of worry flashed across his eyes.

　　 This person escaped, and it was a disaster after all.

　　 No one knows when this disaster will erupt.

　　 But Su Zimo changed his mind. Now that night is falling, it is when the spirit beasts and spirit monsters come out to look for food. The man's broken arm exudes a strong **** aura, and he may not be able to walk out of the Canglang Mountain alive.

　　 "Wow!"

　　The cry of the monkey interrupted Su Zimo's contemplation.

　　 The monkey is bound with his hands and feet, jumping on the spot, yelling at Su Zimo, and beckoning him to quickly untie the hoop on its hands and feet.

　　"Just stay here and let you run around."

　　 Su Zimo rarely saw the monkey eating, so he deliberately left it to the side, came to the corpses of the cultivators, took off the six small cloth bags, and stuffed it into his arms without even looking.

　　 Although I don’t understand, Su Zimo also realizes that this little cloth bag is famous, and it must contain a lot of treasures in it.

　　 Su Zimo leaned over and picked up a flying sword that fell to the ground.

　　 The shape of this flying sword is a bit unique. It has no hilt but only the blade, which is extremely sharp.

　　 If you change to an ordinary person, there is really nowhere to start.

　　 But for Su Zimo, it had little effect.

　　 Su Zimo held the sharp sword with his bare hands, came to the monkey, aimed at the hoop tied to the monkey's hand and slashed hard!

　　 Dang!

　　 Sparks are shining.

　　 A white mark appeared on the iron ring, but it did not break.

　　 Su Zimo frowned slightly.

　　 This flying sword can shatter even the Thunder Knife, but it cuts the iron ring in the hands of the monkey.

　　 is a little troublesome.

　　 Su Zimo vaguely felt that it was not that the flying sword was not sharp enough, but that the method he used was wrong.