Eternal Sacred King Chapter 452: The first person under the golden core
Invincible!
The monks watching the battle in the distance, each with their mouths open, their eyes were full of shock, and it was too slow for a long time.
With your own strength and invincible posture, forcefully suppress the three heavenly arrogances of immortals, buddhas and demons!
Such a demeanor, I am afraid that it is not less than the ancient emperors!
A dozen sealers were furious and set off one after another, rushing towards His Royal Highness, their complexions like frost, and the aura in their bodies continued to rise.
Everyone made a mistake in judgment.
Where did they expect that by the full blow of the Sealer of the Shura Sect, this person would be able to explode such terrifying combat power!
The battle with the three Tianjiao of Immortal, Buddha, and Demon was slow, but it was only within ten breaths. When they reacted, there were already several Tianjiao corpses on the spot, and most of Tianjiao could not afford to be seriously injured.
The loss was heavy, and it was too late to regret.
On the battlefield.
A sword stuns the majesty, exuding a terrifying murderous intent, extremely fast, and it's almost instant!
Su Zimo's right fist had just collapsed and Pang Yue had no time to take it back, so he could only put out his left hand and grabbed the stabbing long sword.
Hang Qiuyu had long noticed that Su Zimo's right hand was a bit weird, indestructible, comparable to a perfect spiritual weapon, and could even resist a full blow by the Sealer.
Just now, Su Zimo used his right fist and fisted Pang Yue’s big spear to further confirm Hang Qiuyu’s speculation!
So, Hang Qiuyu waited until now to make a move, killing him from the left, just to avoid Su Zimo's right hand!
Jinghong Sword is a perfect weapon.
Hang Qiuyu didn't believe that the flesh and blood of a foundation-building monk could resist the sharp edge of a perfect spiritual weapon!
Even the flesh of a pure-blooded beast can't reach this level.
But how did he know that even if the pure-blooded beast saw Su Zimo after being demonized, he would hide away!
Seeing Su Zimo sticking out his left hand, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were filled with madness, and he said coldly: "Your left hand, I want it!"
"Hey!"
Su Zimo sneered.
The left hand directly held the Jinghong Sword in the palm of the palm, and the long sword burst into a chill, the sword aura was strong, and the five spirit patterns flashed continuously!
Baby!
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the blood flashes.
Stains of blood appeared on Su Zimo's left hand.
But under the surging of the evil spirit, these bloodstains have just surfaced, and there is a tendency to heal!
"Huh?"
Seeing this scene, Hang Qiuyu's pupils shrank.
What a terrifying self-healing ability!
The next moment, he discovered something more terrifying!
His Jinghong Sword was grasped by Su Zimo's palm. Not only did he fail to smash this hand, but the body of the sword was restrained, and the speed dropped a little bit.
When it was only an inch away from Su Zimo's head, he stopped!
Hang Qiuyu carried the blood, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his spiritual power was madly running. There was even a faint tingling in the dantian, his arms were trembling, and his strength had been mobilized to the limit.
As long as you get another inch, you can pierce Su Zimo's head.
However, the Jinghong Sword is still in Su Zimo's palm!
Hang Qiuyu clearly saw that the Jinghong Sword had cut Su Zimo's palm, and the blood was dripping out.
He can even feel that the sword's edge slowly traverses the palm of Su Zi's ink, the feeling of dullness!
But it was an inch short, and it fell short.
With the surging of the scarlet demon energy, the sword energy on the sword is gradually suppressed and swallowed, and it is no longer as strong and sharp as it was at the beginning.
Su Zimo's blood was scattered on the Jinghong Sword.
The aura on the sword, as if being corroded by some kind of power, gradually dimmed!
His!
Looking at the blood on the Jinghong Sword, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were full of panic!
No one can feel the fear in his heart at this time.
What kind of blood is this person? Can even the aura of a perfect spiritual weapon be suppressed?
What does this scene mean?
This means that if a perfect artifact is soaked in this person's blood, it will probably be destroyed soon!
There are many illusory legends circulating in the realm of comprehension. In the ancient books of Jianzong, there is a saying that a drop of blood of an immortal can shatter the mountains, penetrate the void, and punish the ancient power!
Hang Qiuyu originally disagreed with these legends.
Even if it is a fairy, the power of blood can be so terrifying, so exaggerated?
It wasn't until this time that Hang Qiuyu really realized that a person's blood could really cultivate to that level!
The person in front of him is just building a foundation, and the power of blood is already so powerful.
If this person really becomes a mighty power, an ancestor, or a fairy in the legend, a drop of his blood, I'm afraid it can destroy a creature!
At the moment, let alone abolishing this person's palm, even the Jinghong Sword is no longer under the control of Hang Qiuyu.
Soaked in the blood of Su Zimo, Hang Qiuyu can clearly feel that the feeling between him and Jinghongjian is gradually fading, and it may be cut off at any time!
"Amitabha!"
Monk Jue'ai is holding a vajra pestle, his whole body is shining with golden light, his eyes are like torches, awe-inspiring, he has come to the front and shouted: "Monk, the little monk is here to help you!"
"You are not qualified yet!"
Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, and he vacated his right hand, clenched into a fist again, and slammed at the pierced diamond pestle!
Boom!
Monk Jue'ai's figure was shaken, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, and the vajra flew away.
Su Zimo grabbed the Jinghong Sword with his left hand, took a big step with his right leg, bullying him up.
Without waiting for the monk Jiao's reaction, a figure slammed into him directly, pressed it against his chest, and leaned slightly!
"Hmm!"
Monk Jue's eyes widened.
A terrifying force poured into the body through the opponent's body, feeling that the monk's head was blank, and the whole person was directly knocked into the air!
Boom!
Monk Jue An fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed, the amulet urn shattered, and the golden mask condensed by the Diamond Sutra had also shattered.
On the monk's face, there are bloodstains, dense and shocking!
The flesh and blood are exploded!
"Not dead?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Now that he has become demonized, his strength has skyrocketed. With this close contact, even ten Jue'ai monks are dead!
Su Zimo turned his gaze and fell on the golden robe draped on Monk Jue'an, feeling clear in his heart.
This golden robe must be an extremely powerful defensive spirit weapon, otherwise, even the undamaged body of the King Kong could be smashed into a blood mist!
Monk Jue An stood up with difficulty~IndoMTL.com~ With no arrogance, he staggered towards the outside and fled like a dog in the house.
"Hahahaha!"
Su Zimo laughed, squinting at the back of Jue'ai monk who fled in a hurry, and said loudly: "On this point, I want to supersede me, go back and recite the Ten Year Classics!"
Hearing these words, I felt that the monk's feet were soft and almost fell down.
As the heir of the King Kong Temple, the Buddhist Tianjiao, has he ever suffered such humiliation?
The monk felt resentful in his heart. He felt that his face was lost, and he was so aggrieved that he spouted another mouthful of blood.
"Oh!"
He vomited a mouthful of blood, and felt that the monk's chest was much smoother, and then he sighed deeply.
"This person, I'm afraid it's true... the foundation is invincible."
At this time, everyone realized that after this battle, as long as the descendant of Divine Phoenix Island is still alive, he will be the first person under the golden core!