Eternal Sacred King Chapter 567: Dugu Sword
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Su Zimo doesn't recognize the swordsman in black.
I don't understand why this person wants to help him.
But in the body of the swordsman in black, he once felt an extremely dangerous aura!
The sword just now confirmed his feelings.
That sword was too fast.
The Heaven-Jumping Sword Sect Tianjiao didn't even have a chance to release the golden core vision, so he died on the spot!
"Where did the lunatic come from!"
"Huh! He is the helper of this beast on Divine Phoenix Island, maybe it is also a beast, everyone gets it!"
Some monks were clumsy. Seeing that the black-clothed swordsman had no identity token on his waist, he thought it was a casual cultivator who had appeared out of nowhere, and they all scolded.
Seeing Su Zimo's fall is imminent, maybe how many treasures are born, the eyes of the heavenly arrogance are red, how can it stop.
"Everyone, go up together, what else can this person make?"
A monk greeted him and took the lead.
If the first person takes the shot, there is the second one.
More and more monks came forward.
In an instant, spiritual power surged, and sword lights flashed across the void, dazzling, like a thousand arrows, assassinating the black-clothed swordsman on the battlefield!
The right hand of the swordsman in black, seemingly moving slowly, landed on the pitch-black hilt of the left hand.
The moment the black swordsman held the hilt in the right hand of the swordsman in black, the aura of the swordsman in black suddenly changed!
The gaze that was originally scattered, suddenly condensed, like two sharp swords.
The cultivator who took the shot looked at each other with these two eyes, and both were shocked.
Several monks screamed and quickly closed their eyes.
It's a pity, it's too late.
In the eyes of these cultivators, two scarlet blood dripped out, which was terrifying!
Just staring at each other, the eyes of a few people are already blind!
"Good eyesight!"
Su Zimo's heart was stunned.
He has cultivated the Secret Code of the Great Desolate Demon King, and he has opened up his two eye orifices and cultivated a pair of demon eyes with powerful eyesight.
Even the vajra of Buddhism King Kong Temple's anger, and the enchanting eyes of Momen **zong can't move his mind.
But just relying on a pair of pupils to burst out such a terrifying killing power, Su Zimo's demon eyes could not reach it.
Su Zimo secretly thought: "I really don't know how this person cultivated, and he cultivated such a pair of scary sword eyes."
The black-clothed swordsman's eyes are always blank, his gaze is dizzy, and he looks listless.
But when he held the long sword, no one could ignore the murderous intent on him, the sharp edge in his eyes!
Om!
A sword rang, resounding throughout the world.
The amazing sword light just now reappeared, blazingly dazzling.
Ding jingle!
There was a sound of Jin Ge fighting.
The many flying swords pierced in mid-air are all broken.
The sword light passed away suddenly.
These monks who shot have fallen from mid-air one after another, none of them are spared!
When it fell to the ground, it was already a corpse!
Even though they were prepared, not many people in the Northern Territory Tianjiao present could clearly see the black swordsman's shots.
When the Tianjiao reacted, the long sword was already in its sheath.
The right hand of the swordsman in black returned to the side of his body, naturally hanging down, as if he had never shot before.
From beginning to end, the swordsman in black was expressionless.
It seems that the death of more than a dozen real Jindan people can't arouse his mood swings, even the slightest.
Death silence!
No one expected that after the appearance of the evil spirits of Divine Phoenix Island, Xi Wuya and others in this Tianjiao battle, there was actually such a terrifying cultivator who never made a move!
Who can resist such a terrible existence?
"Dugu sword, you are crazy!"
Tuobafeng glared his eyes and shouted angrily.
Dugu sword!
Hearing this name, Su Zimo felt stunned.
In the Northern Territory, there are not many monks with this surname.
The most famous among them is the Dugu family, one of the four gate valves.
It's just that the monk who is called the "Dugu Sword" in front of me is really far from Tuobafeng and others.
There is no identity token around his waist, and I am walking on foot, and there is no clansman by my side!
In the body of Dugujian, Su Zimo felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness, a kind of thing incompatible with this world.
It seems that there is nothing else in the world of Dugu Sword except that sword.
Besides the sword, there is nothing else!
Only with such a state of mind can you cultivate such a pair of sharp sword eyes, and cultivate such a terrifying and fierce swordsmanship!
"Dugu Sword, this Divine Phoenix Island evildoer is a beast, not my race, do you want to represent the Dugu Clan and stand on his side?" Ancient aristocratic family Ouyang Xia Yu asked in a deep voice.
"I am me, what does it have to do with the Dugu Family?"
Dugu Jian's voice was calm, turning his head to look at Ouyang Xia Yu.
He is still expressionless, but his hollow eyes seem to show a kind of irony.
I am satirizing Ouyang Xia Yu, not even understanding such a simple question.
I am me, what do you do with others?
Ouyang Xia Yu was speechless for a while.
Murong Wushuang frowned lightly, looked at the Dugu sword not far away, and couldn't help asking: "Why?"
"Can't bear it."
Dugu Jian said lightly.
Most of the Northern Territory Tianjiao sounded confused.
Who can't understand?
Who provoke him again?
Only Murong Wushuang looked complicated and sighed in his heart.
Murong Wushuang knows what suffering Dugu Jian has experienced, and also understands the pride in this man's heart.
Su Zimo's current experience must have resonated with this man.
He was also abandoned by this world.
Being cast aside by countless people, besieged by countless people, bullied by countless people, and insulted by countless people!
At that time, no one helped him, no one stood by his side.
This man, relying entirely on the sword in his hand, step by step, has come to today!
He is withdrawn, not because he hates the world.
It's because this world once abandoned him.
Always by his side, the only one who has never abandoned him is the black sheath long sword in his hand!
So, if he can't bear it, he will take action.
Don't say that he is an enemy of the entire Northern Territory Tianjiao, or that he is an enemy of the world, he is fearless!
Su Zimo remained motionless.
This opportunity is rare. He must recover as much as possible and escape from here.
Xi Wuya died, and in the ruins of Dagan, no one could threaten him.
But Su Zimo can still feel that the crisis is getting closer!
There is no time to delay!
The masked man in Liuli Palace seemed to see Su Zimo's intention and walked over slowly.
"The people of the loneliness~IndoMTL.com~ are already so arrogant."
The masked man’s voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been severely injured, like a broken bellows.
"Go away, otherwise, die!"
The masked man's eyes were cold and full of spite, staring at the Lonely Sword and slowly said.
Dugu Sword has no expression on his face and said nothing, but his eyes are slightly turned, his right hand moved slowly, and it landed on the pitch-black sword hilt on the left hand side.
"Huh?"
The masked man narrowed his eyes, and his hairs stood up in an instant!
Om!
The sword light flashes!
Lonely Sword did not speak, only responded with the long sword in his hand!