Eternal Sacred King Chapter 218: Escape!
On the ground, hundreds of foundation-building monks from the Blood Crow Palace have swarmed.
Wen Xuan and Elder Yu are trapped in mid-air, unable to get out.
The current situation is very clear, and there is only one way for the disciples of Misaki Peak, which is to escape!
And there is not much time left for them.
Once Wenxuan and Elder Yu can't hold on, they will not only face hundreds of foundation-building monks, but also the real Jin Dan.
"Go!"
Qin Yu, the leader of the inheritance disciple, yelled, not daring to stay longer, turned around and fled.
Ji Chengtian, another inheritance disciple, is also close behind.
Many disciples of Misty Peak walked with swords, fled in all directions, and rushed towards the outside of Tanglin Valley.
"Brother, Sister Leng, run away!"
The little fat man looked nervous, sweating profusely, and said hello.
Leng Rou nodded.
The two looked at Su Zimo subconsciously.
At this time, Su Zimo's eyes were squinted, and his whole body exuded a cold killing intent.
Su Zimo certainly knows that the wisest thing right now is to escape here as much as possible.
But he was unwilling!
"You go first, I will kill this person!"
Su Zimo's sleeves were swung, and the Supreme Flying Sword in his palm was shining with four auras, dazzling, and with a whistling sound, he pierced through the air and went straight to Feng Haoyu in the distance.
"Boom!"
At the same time, Su Zimo took a step forward with his left foot, stomped heavily on the ground, his legs exerted strength, and the whole person was like a horse running wildly, leaving a series of figures behind him.
"Huh?"
Feng Haoyu felt a sharp sharp edge, like a thorn on his back, the air was torn apart, making a weird noise.
Feng Haoyu frowned, and he couldn't think too much about it, turning the flying sword, and running the ethereal sword secret technique.
Shoo!
The blade trembled lightly and sank into the void.
Because of its speed, this high-grade flying sword almost melted into the void, becoming emptiness and transparent, making it hard to detect.
Feng Haoyu is indeed far better than Su Zimo in the art of swordsmanship.
"Dang!"
Feng Haoyu's flying sword came first, and actually intercepted Su Zimo's flying sword, sparks shot everywhere.
"The Need for Flying Sword!"
Feng Haoyu noticed the four spiritual patterns on Su Zimo's flying sword, his eyes became hot, and a trace of greed passed by.
"Feng Haoyu, you give me my life!"
Su Zimo's voice sounded like thunder on the ground, and the whole momentum was overwhelming, killing intent, carrying an unmatched general trend, and it came!
Feng Haoyu's expression changed drastically.
"Su Zimo, do you dare..."
Feng Haoyu did not expect that Su Zimo had no choice to escape, and even dared to rush up to the hundreds of foundation-building cultivators!
Su Zimo naturally knew that he was no match for Feng Haoyu in the art of swordsmanship.
Even if he has the best flying sword, he can only draw a tie with Feng Haoyu in the fight against flying swords.
So, Su Zimo offered his flying sword just to attract Feng Haoyu's attention.
The real ultimate move is yet to come!
Now, the distance between Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu is less than five steps.
Within five steps, even if Feng Haoyu has successfully built the foundation, he must hate it!
Boom!
Su Zimo made a backhand punch, and his right arm drew a huge arc in mid-air, stamped with the fist, exploding the air, and a loud noise was heard.
Feng Haoyu didn't have time to dodge, and immediately crushed the amulet in his hand.
A light shield rises.
Boom!
The big seal slammed on the mask with supreme ferocity and majesty.
Crack!
The second-order amulet was shattered by Su Zimo's punch!
His!
Feng Haoyu took a breath, her pupils contracted sharply.
Su Zimo looked indifferent, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, and he stepped forward with another punch.
This punch directly sealed all Feng Haoyu's escape routes!
Feng Haoyu turned around abruptly, and with a thud on his back, a pair of huge wings were unexpectedly stretched out.
This pair of wings is different from the real wings. It is a secret method to stimulate spiritual power and condense it.
This secret technique is another great secret technique of Misty Peak-Misty Wings!
The Misty Wings can be regarded as an aid.
This means that the foundation-building cultivator can just like the real Jindan, without the help of any foreign objects, he can fly off the ground!
The Misty Wing is much more flexible than the monk's sword flying. If used properly, it will greatly improve the monk's overall strength.
In this situation, Feng Haoyu turned and ran away on the ground, and he would definitely not be able to escape Su Zimo's pursuit.
If the imperial sword is flying, the flying sword must also be sacrificed, a little slower.
Only by condensing the misty wings, is it possible to escape!
Huh!
Fan Haoyu fluttered, and Feng Haoyu rose into the air, galloping towards the sky.
This change was completely beyond Su Zimo's expectations.
The punch in front of him was about to fail, and Su Zimo stepped on the ground, with the help of a huge rebound, he jumped up.
Cracking!
At the same time, Su Zimo's muscles and bones screamed, and his right arm suddenly rose by a foot, turning his fist into a palm, and grabbed Feng Haoyu's back.
Thorn it!
Blood permeated.
"Ah!"
There was a scream in the air.
On Feng Haoyu's left leg, a large piece of flesh and blood was forcibly torn down by Su Zimo, revealing the bones inside, shocking!
At this time, if Feng Haoyu's reaction was a little slow, it would be enough to dig out his heart!
Su Zimo's figure descended.
Feng Haoyu flickered with misty wings, his face was pale, cold and sweaty in pain.
Feng Haoyu fled to the side of the blood-robed youth, gasping for breath, looking back with lingering fears.
At this time, hundreds of foundation-building cultivators from the Blood Crow Palace had already rushed up, and many flying swords and spiritual arts poured down.
Feng Haoyu not only has a blood-robed youth, but also a Golden Core Realm spirit demon.
It is no longer realistic to want to rush to kill Feng Haoyu again.
Su Zimo gritted his teeth and drew back.
Shoo!
The Supreme Flying Sword pierced through the void, returning to Su Zimo's side, cut a foundation-building monk under the sword.
Boom!
As soon as a foundation building cultivator rushed up, Su Zimo blasted his body with a fist. The flesh and blood exploded and his body fell on the spot.
Wow!
Su Zimo was carrying his blood, and there was a terrifying sound of ocean tide in his body, surging and horrifying.
Among the vast crowd, Su Zimo is like an ancient great demon, fierce and fierce.
Puff puff puff!
Su Zimo takes a plowing step~IndoMTL.com~ leans forward.
The many monks who stood in front of him were squeezed out on the spot, and their flesh and blood flew all over, leaving behind a spot of broken corpses, with blood flowing into a river.
Su Zimo stepped on the bones and the river of blood, and the whole person was like a killer, heading towards the outside of Tanglin Valley.
"Huh?"
Not far away, the gaze of the young man in the blood robe fell on Su Zimo, with a soft sound, a curious look appeared in his eyes.
"Good blood, interesting, who is this person?"
The blood-robed youth asked.
Feng Haoyu swallowed, and said in a deep voice, "This person is Su Zimo. It was this person who killed the Young Master's Blood Slave outside Linfeng City."
"Finally found him."
The blood-robed youth smiled slightly and said leisurely: "It would be a pity if this bloodline is killed directly. I want him to become my blood slave, and serve me as my master for the rest of my life!" (to be continued to be continued .)