Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 145 Lightning Might

This base-building monk had nothing to do, but failed to show it. A mask was cut under the sword array by Su Zimo!

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The Liuhe Sword Array sent out a series of sword qi, helping the fat man to swing out many flying swords and rescue them.

At this moment of work, the fat man had a wound on his body.

"It's okay, my skin is thick and thick, you brother, be careful, don't worry about me." The little fat man didn't look back, shouted, and continued to kill.

Lonely did show the strength of the great disciples. Although he did not practice the secret technique of the sect, but with many amulets, he actually resisted the siege of nine mid-term monks!

Of course, these nine people obviously did not use their full strength, but with the mentality of catching cats and cats, while fighting with the sword, they used a few gossips to stimulate tenderness.

Tenderness is unmoved and there is no danger for the time being.

On the other side, more than a dozen monks in the early stages of building the foundation have turned their attention to Su Zimo, besieged with all their strength, the flying sword broke, and the spirit magic bombed.

No matter how strong the Liuhe Sword Formation is, it cannot bear the strength of so many foundation monks. In a blink of an eye, it is already shaky.

"Haha!"

A monk at Zhuji laughed and said, "I'd like to see, how long can you be a little practitioner!"

"Roar!"

The man's laughter didn't stop, a dark shadow burst out next to him, and a bite on his throat, blood spewed out.

However, it was Linghu who waited for the opportunity to kill, and as a result, the life of a monk in the early days of the foundation.

Although the spirit tiger is only a spirit beast, if the monk who builds the base is near him, it will be more fierce.

This is why Dieyue once said to Su Zimo that the demon repairer is the easiest to transcend his opponent.

"Animals, you dare to spread wild!"

A few monk-builders yelled at the outburst of spirits, and the surrounding aura rolled up and slammed into the tiger.

The power of spiritual art cannot be resisted by the strength of the spirit tiger.

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, avoiding several flying swords that came from the stab, throwing out Liuhe sword array, the first came first, blocked in front of the spirit tiger, intercepted several spirits.

boom!

A loud noise.

The spiritual art collapsed, and Su Zimo's Liuhe Sword Formation finally couldn't support it, no matter how difficult it was to form.

The six-handed flying swords were scattered on the ground, and the light was dim.

The Linghu was smart and took advantage of this opportunity to quickly slip behind Su Zimo, staring at a pair of tiger eyes, and stared fiercely at the dozen or so monks on the opposite side.

"Boy, your aura is exhausted!" A monk in the early days of smirking sneered.

Since the outbreak of the war between the two sides, although the time is short, Su Zimo has resisted too many flying swords, and the aura has been consumed drastically. At this time, there is really little left.

"I see how arrogant you are, let me die!"

A base-building monk held his hand and pointed at Su Zimo Yao Yao. A fist-sized fireball condensed out and rushed in, still in midair, and the air was crackling and burning.

Su Zimo's eyes were bright, and he suddenly reached out his palm and grabbed it towards the oncoming fireball.

"court death!"

One kind of monk who saw Su Zimo dared to sneer in secret when he dared to fend with his bare hands and fists.

Su Zimo slowly urged the blood, and there was a flash of thunder in his palm, densely packed.

"Ok?"

"what is that?"

"The power of lightning!"

Many pupils of the base construction contracted for a while, exclaiming constantly.

Snapped!

This fireball was crushed by Su Zimo's palm, and the aura collapsed and became invisible.

The monk seeing this scene suddenly changed color.

The monk in grey robe also frowned, looking at the scene incredibly, and said to himself in confusion: "Thunder? Isn't this person a monk but a monk?"

The monk in the gray robes used the spying technique and carefully explored Su Zimo again: "Yes, it is the ninth layer of condensate. Could this person have practiced a certain method of hiding?"

"No, no!"

Monk Grey Robe shook his head again: "Unleash the thunderbolt, why didn't you feel the aura wave?"

The monk in grey robe broke his head, and the source of Suzi Moray's power came from his own blood!

Su Zimo's aura was depleted, but the amount of thunder in the blood was still there.

"Oh!"

At this moment, the small crane in the sky was in distress repeatedly, and his body had been torn by blood-eyed crows to make a number of wounds, sending out a rushing tweet.

Although Xianhe's predecessor did not say it, Su Zimo knew that Xiaohe's ability to follow him would naturally be his trust in him.

Now when I saw Xiao He in distress, Su Zimo didn't think about it. He burst into full force of the blood, and there was a faint wave in the body.

Just under the eyes of everyone, Su Zimo's body suddenly skyrocketed, the whole body swelled a circle, propped up the blue shirt, covered with thunder and lightning all over his body, crackling chaos.

Su Zimo is like the possessor of a thunder god, his eyes are killing and condensing, and the momentum is appalling!

"what!"

Until this moment, the monk's face changed greatly, and finally realized that the situation was wrong.

Su Zimo pointed at the sky, and in his eyes he uttered a horrific murderous sigh, and said quietly, "Thunder!"

Click!

Ping thundered first.

A blazing ray of thunder fell on the blood-eyed crow group, and the snake-like electric light spread, dazzling, and the blood-eyed crows were directly electrocuted and fell from mid-air like a black rain.

Many of the monks who were present were taken aback by the deafening thunder, and besieged by the subdued nine monks who subconsciously stopped.

Lonely took this opportunity to breathe a bit, her body sweating, and her aura was almost exhausted.

The fat man took the opportunity to kill a monk in the early days of the construction, opened his huge axe, and split the person in half directly, his blood splashed!

The power of lightning is too strong to almost exterminate the blood-eyed crow in mid-air!

Xiaohe's spirit was so strong that the remaining blood-eyed crow was not enough to threaten it.

At this moment, Su Zimo drew a cold-blinking long knife from the storage bag with his backhand. The cold-blinking light flashed in his eyes, stepped forward, and grinned at the opposite monk, saying, "Fight, only just started!"

In this step, he went out two feet away, and immediately came to many base-building monks.

puff! puff!

Su Zimo slashed his backhand. The two felt only a flower in front of them. They hadn't responded yet. The two big skulls had been thrown high, and the blood plummeted.

"what!"

The rest of the monks were pale and frightened, and then subconsciously backed away.

"Will you run!"

Su Zimo's knife chased and killed the past, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, chopping left and right, blood continued to flash.

The indifferent little fat man looked dumbfounded.

In the early days of the foundation, the monks were under the knife of Su Zimo, such as simmering fish, there was no fighting back.

Even if the flying sword, rune, and even spirit art were sacrificed, they were all chopped by Su Zimo!

The marrow chapter is small, and Su Zimo's power is enough to cut and kill the foundation period, not to mention in the Leiyin Valley, and integrate the Leiyin Washing Sutra.

This is a crushing of strength, without any skill at all.

Even the spirituality of the monks in the early days of the foundation period could not reach the strength after Su Zimo's blood burst!

Thank you Xiaoyan, Acario's reward ~

(End of this chapter)