Eternal Sacred King Chapter 32: Slash the King
"Not good!"
The qi-trainers sitting on both sides of King Yan stood up with a loud voice, their expressions changed drastically.
is extremely dangerous!
In an instant, this seemingly weak scholar seemed to be a different person, and the breath that he exudes made the four Qi practitioners feel terrified.
The air trainer was like this, and the others in the hall were even more unbearable. Some civil servants were so scared that they slumped on the ground, urinating feces and urine.
"Boom!"
Su Zimo stepped on the ground with both feet and made a loud noise. The ground made of golden bricks cracked a huge gap, and the bottom was like a dark hell, exuding a cold atmosphere.
The whole palace shook violently, and the dust fell, it seemed that the sky was going to collapse, and the momentum was terrifying!
No one would dare to believe it unless he had seen it with his own eyes. The scene before him was a human act.
And Su Zimo has disappeared in place, in the shape of a horse, rushing forward, almost in the blink of an eye, he came to Yan Wang.
fast, too fast!
The position where Su Zimo stood was at least ten feet away from King Yan, but everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and King Yan and Su Zimo were already close at hand.
At this time, the four Qi Practitioners next to King Yan had just taken out the spirit weapon from the storage bag.
The reaction of both sides is completely worse by one level!
Until this time, the people in the hall understood the meaning of Su Zimo's words.
Although he is ten feet away from King Yan, to Su Zimo, it is not far away.
is within easy reach, even if you have the power of the whole country, you can't match a man!
"You, what are you going to do!"
The king of Yan Yan was so scared that his liver and guts were torn apart, his soul was frightened, his eyes were full of panic, and he subconsciously stepped back.
Su Zimo's expression was cold, and he hit the crown on the top of King Feiyan's head. The latter's hair was scattered and he was embarrassed.
Su Zimo took a step forward, reached out his palm, grabbed King Yan's hair, and picked it up abruptly!
"Ah!"
King Yan cried out in pain, his scalp almost being pulled off by Su Zimo, sweat on his forehead, cold hands and feet.
"Mortal, do you dare!"
"Quickly release King Yan, otherwise you will definitely die!"
Two of the four air trainers control flying swords, one controls a long knife, and the last one controls a roulette with sharp edges.
The only one of the four spiritual weapons that has spiritual patterns on the roulette is low-grade spiritual weapons, and the other three are pseudo-spirit weapons, floating in the air, aiming at the vital points on Su Zimo's body, waiting for the opportunity to move.
Su Zimo did not see, he dragged King Yan's hair and walked back a few steps, then with his backhand he pulled out a long knife lying horizontally on the shelf behind him.
啷啷!
The sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed resounded in the hall, and the lingering sound continued, making it creepy.
Su Zimo put the long knife in his hand horizontally and stuck it on the neck of King Yan.
King Yan could even feel the chill brought by the blade, and in a short time, the hair on his body was erected.
"My name is Su Zimo, you remember." Su Zimo's voice sounded, without the slightest mood swing, but it made King Yan flustered.
"Su Zimo, did you know that the imperial city forbidden army plus guards has a hundred thousand people, plus the cultivation sect behind me, you can't escape with your wings!"
King Yan is the prince of a country after all. When his life is hanging by a thread, try to calm down his mind, suppress his fear, and gritted his teeth: "It's better to make a deal with you..."
"Hehe."
Su Zimo smiled.
Hearing this laughter, King Yan's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
He realized that Su Zimo's killing intent had been decided!
"咻!"
At this moment, King Yan heard the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air, very fast.
"A trainer is ready to take action!" King Yan was overjoyed.
As long as the Qi Qishi can kill Su Zimo with a single sword, he will still have a chance.
The air trainer who took the shot stood behind Su Zimo. The distance between the two was too close, less than ten feet.
This flying sword pierced through the blind spot of Su Zimo's vision, like a stream of light, and in a flash, it came to the back of Su Zimo's head.
The other three gas trainers' eyes lit up.
Seeing that this flying sword was about to pierce the back of Su Zimo’s head, Su Zimo didn’t turn his head back, as if he had long eyes behind his back. A light roll on the sword.
"Huh?"
The look of the air trainer who took the shot changed, and he realized that he had lost control of Feijian.
The qi trainer controls the flying sword, using his own aura to wrap around the flying sword, like an arm command, it can attack and defend.
But how strong is the strength of the tongue roll blade?
Under the scroll of , the aura on the flying sword was instantly dissipated.
Su Zimo throws a backhand!
噗!
The flying sword pierced the chest of the trainer, bringing out a **** light, unabated, and violently inserted into the wall of the hall, and the blood-stained sword body trembled.
The whole process is slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.
From the time the air trainer shot, to when he was pierced by a sword, it took less than a breath!
This person looked sluggish, his eyes were full of disbelief, he looked down at Gu Gu's **** chest, his eyes were loose, and he fell to the ground with a bang.
"hiss!"
The remaining three air trainers took a breath, and subconsciously backed up a few steps, trying to get as far away as possible from Su Zimo.
Just now, if Su Zimo's sword was thrown at one of them, no one could escape it.
The speed of that sword has completely exceeded their reaction.
"Go and notify Brother Liu for support!"
One of the air trainers looked terrified and hurried to the back of the hall, and disappeared in a blink of an eye~IndoMTL.com~ For King Yan, these breathing times seemed to be as long as a hundred years.
failed!
even the trainer failed to shoot.
The long knife on the neck of King Yan never left a single bit from beginning to end.
Su Zimo bowed his head slightly, and whispered in King Yan’s ear: "Zhao Qian, did you know that when I stepped into the palace, you were already a dead person. I said I would kill you, and go to Qiongbi and fall down? Huang Quan, no one can save you."
In the empty hall, there is no sound!
It seems that everyone is captured by the aura of one person, quietly silent.
Su Zimo's voice is not loud, very soft, very soft, and very calm, as if chatting with King Yan, but everyone can feel the trembling killing intent behind this voice!
The king of Yan Yan was trembling with fright, his teeth collided and squashed, and a stream of heat flowed out from his lower body, and the smell was soaring into the sky.
"Zhao Qian, don't be afraid, it's just a knife, no pain."
Su Zimo's eyes were cold, and he said word by word: "I will send you on the road, go down and make amends to my parents!"
噗噗嗤!
The blood flashed, and the head of King Yan Dou Da was chopped off by Su Zimo and held in his hand.
King Yan stared at his eyes until he died, and his eyes were full of fear. In fact, even without Su Zimo's knife, King Yan would have been scared to death.
really scared to death!
The blood spurted out, splashing on the cheeks, Su Zimo didn't notice it.
挞挞錞!
Outside the palace, there are dense footsteps, and the King Yan's forbidden army has arrived.
Su Zimo tied the **** head of King Yan around his waist, looked around, shook the long knife in his hand, murderously, and said coldly: "King Yan is dead, those who stop me will kill me!"