Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 127: Fight

The whole audience was upset when they saw the three flying swords in Su Zimo's palm!

If it was an ordinary three-handed flying sword, it would not necessarily surprise everyone.

But this is a three-handed inferior flying sword!

Even if Su Zimo won the top of Qi Qi, he could reward an inferior artifact, what happened to the other two?

Even the most famous disciples of Lingfeng who are famous for their fighting power, most of them have no subliminal spirits. This Su Zimo just paid homage to the Zongmen for less than a year, but suddenly he took out three handles?

The following many disciples were immediately jealous.

"The first adult is too eccentric. Why should he give him three magic weapons?"

"Maybe Su Zimo won this year's double. Peak first."

"What happened to Shuangfeng No. 1, Zongmen didn't have this rule!"

"That is, is it bad to give us one? I have worshiped Zongmen for two years, and I haven't mixed up an inferior artifact."

Not to mention the following Zongmen disciples, even Wufeng's first seat was stunned.

When Xuan Yi's heart moved, a flash of gleam flashed in her eyes, and she secretly said, "Did you have already become a Sancai sword array?"

Xuan Yi thought again: "It's impossible, it's too short, how can this be possible!"

Listening to the discussion below, Wen Xuan frowned, looking slightly, looking at the lousy old man aside.

The old man saw Wen Xuan's gaze and hummed softly: "You wouldn't think that these three flying swords were given to Su Zimo by me?"

Hefa Boy suddenly said: "The three flying swords are almost the same size and shape. They should be from the hand of the same refiner. There is no such nearly identical three-handed flying sword in the Spirit Cabinet."

"That is to say, these three flying swords were made by Su Zimo himself?" Leng Yan's woman raised her eyebrows with a surprised expression.

Xuan Yi nodded and said, "It should be."

With Jin Dan's real eyes, as long as you carefully distinguish, you can naturally see that Su Zimo's three-handed flying swords are indistinguishable and cannot be taken out of the Lingering Pavilion.

Hefa Juvenile laughed: "No wonder that day in Qifeng's art show, this son made a great axe for Lingfeng's fat man. He already has three flying swords."

"I have to say, this son's accomplishment on the refining device is really good. In less than a year, he was able to make three-handed lower-level spiritual artifacts. It seems that his unique method of spiritual gathering is still a bit usefulness."

On the battlefield.

When I saw Su Zimo's three-handed flying sword, Feng Haoyu was also a little stunned. The surprise in his eyes had just flashed and turned into mockery. I couldn't help laughing: "Su Zimo, Su Zimo, you think there are three handles. Fei Jian, can you fight me? "

"You can try."

Su Zimo said lightly.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

The three-handed flying sword hovered in front of Su Zimo, the sword trembled, and the sound of the sword was endless.

"it is good!"

Feng Haoyu's eyes brightened, and he sipped, "I will let you see today, what is the real strength!"

"go with!"

Feng Haoyu stood still, waved his hand, and aura of energy fell into the flying sword.

The sword's spirit pattern flickered and the light was flourishing.

call out!

Feijian turned into a streamer, sprinting towards Su Zimo's head at a fast speed.

The sword has not yet arrived, the cold is hitting people!

Su Zimo's heart stunned.

In a certain sense, this duel was his first fight with the method of Xiuxian after he stepped into the practice world.

Feng Haoyu's sword is faster than Su Zimo imagined, more elegant and unpredictable!

Su Zimo's look remained the same. He divided it into two flying swords to block the oncoming flying sword, controlled the third flying sword, and went straight to Feng Haoyu to kill him!

"Ok?"

Feng Haoyu's eyes narrowed.

He did not expect that Su Zimo not only did not fully defend, but dared to fight back!

"court death!"

Feng Haoyu's fingertips were a little distant, and she whispered, "Disease!"

The flying sword, which was galloping in mid-air, was full of light and speed soared. It directly broke through the defense of Su Zimo's two flying swords and came immediately.

In an instant, the two flying swords intercepted by Su Zimo turned into furnishings.

"it is good!"

Seeing this, many disciples below couldn't help shouting.

Feijian is right in front of him. The sword is full of vitality and dazzling light, and he has become a general practitioner.

But Su Zimo was not panic-stricken, moved lightly under his feet, and did not move very much, but avoided the blow of Feng Haoyu dangerously.

Fei Jian and Su Zimo passed by without hurting him.

Seeing this scene, Wufeng's first seat brightened and nodded secretly.

Feng Haoyu did not expect that Su Zimo could escape the sword.

At the same time, Su Zimo's third flying sword has been stabbed in front of Feng Haoyu.

While Feng Haoyu turned the flying sword, she sacrificed a silver shield from the storage bag, injected aura, rose against the wind, and stood in front of her.

when!

The flying sword collided with the shield, and a harsh noise broke out.

This shield is exactly a reward selected by Feng Haoyu in Qifeng Lingqi Pavilion after Feng Haoyu won the first place in Lingfeng.

Su Zimo's other two flying swords were around Feng Haoyu's flying swords, and they constantly collided with each other.

For a time, Feng Haoyu's flying sword was restricted by Su Zimo's two flying swords, which was difficult to break through.

On the other side, Su Zimo's third flying sword was constantly attacking Feng Haoyu.

Feng Haoyu can only passively defend.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples present were dumbfounded, and their eyes were full of incredible colors.

The situation in front of them is completely different from what they expected.

When they want to come, the difference in strength between the two is at most three rounds, and they can separate the winner and the loser.

Now, when the two fight against each other, Feng Haoyu falls into the downwind and can only passively defend.

Su Zimo, who owns three lower-grade flying swords, plus the skill of the imperial sword, completely restricts Feng Haoyu's play!

"That doesn't make sense."

"Su Zimo only has nine layers of condensed gas. Even if there are two flying swords, it is impossible for him to be sturdy with Brother Feng. How do I feel that the strength of the two is similar?"

The disciples below were puzzled and frowned.

Only the fat man knew the details of Su Zimo.

At the time, the two were discussing in Dongfu, and Su Zimo was able to compete with his eight-layer Ningqi with his seven-layer Ningqi practice.

By analogy, although Su Zimo is one level away from Feng Haoyu, he should be indifferent.

Seeing this scene, Wufeng's first seat naturally looked different.

The old man was surprised and excited.

Lingfeng's first Wenxuan frowned secretly.

With Jin Dan's real eyesight, it is natural to see that the level of Su Zimo's imperial sword skill is no less than that of most disciples at Lingfeng.

Coupled with the help of three top-grade flying swords, the strength has been improved.

Of course, the first seat of Wufeng couldn't understand why Su Zimo of Nine Layers of Ning Qi could compete with Feng Haoyu, who had a full Ning Qi, without falling.

The three-handed flying swords were constantly colliding and fighting next to Su Zimo.

Feng Haoyu's flying sword is obviously more agile and elegant, but under the limitation of two flying swords, he cannot pierce Su Zimo.

In contrast, Su Zimo's third flying sword continued to attack around Feng Haoyu.

Feng Haoyu could only rely on the inferior defensive shield to block. It was difficult to counterattack for a while, but looked a little dazed.

The war situation was caught in a stalemate!

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(End of this chapter)