Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 21

Su Zimo stepped in front of the weight-loss training qishi, flipped his hands to crack the palm, and blasted towards the opposite door!

The weight-loss training Qishi was very alert and responded very quickly. When he saw Su Zimo avoiding the flying sword, he found a mirror from the cloth bag around his waist and quickly pinched the law in his hand.

The mirror suddenly became larger and shimmering.

Su Zimo has long noticed that these practitioners have a small cloth bag hanging around their waists. There seems to be something in their hands. If you touch it with your palm, you can pull out something.

However, Su Zimo is also not strange. These small cloth bags are significantly weaker than Zhi Yue's method of opening up a large area of ​​practice.

In a hurry, the weight-loss trainer lifted the mirror in his hand with one arm, blocking it above his head,

boom!

Click! Click!

Su Zimo's hands fell on the mirror of the weight-loss training qishi, first a loud noise broke out, and then, a crack appeared on the mirror surface.

"what!"

The screaming of the weight-loss practicing qi screamed, the arm was instantly exploded by the force rebounded by the mirror, the bones were broken, and flesh flew!

This time, why Su Zimo dared to punch up with his bare hands.

On the one hand, because he noticed that the mirror was not aggressive, on the other hand, while the other side offered the mirror, there was no flashing light on it.

Sure enough, this mirror was abolished by Su Zimo's palm, and the weight-loss practitioners almost died on the spot!

The weight-loss practitioner fell to the ground, his face pale, and he screamed, "Who are you, dare to intervene in the matter of my joy!"

"Kill you!"

Su Zimo sneered and stepped forward, and he would end up losing weight and training his life.

At this moment, Su Zimo saw a weird flash in the bottom of the eyes of the weight-loss practitioner.

"Huh? No!"

Su Zimo's heart moved quickly.

This was Su Zimo's first fight with a practitioner, and he was extremely cautious, fearing that the other party had any means he did not know, and suddenly appeared.

Wow!

The weight-loss practitioners suddenly raised their palms and sprinkled a powder mist, exuding a faint aroma.

But Su Zimo stepped back one step earlier and was not contaminated by this powder mist.

"Daoyou be careful, this is Hehuan San, must not be inhaled!" Huang Shan woman's voice came, soft and gentle, with a little anxiety.

Su Zimo frowned as he watched the lean trainer hiding in the powder mist, paused slightly.

If you wait for a while, this powder mist will naturally dissipate without fear of threats, but Su Zimo cannot be consumed here, because there are three practitioners beside him.

Su Zimo turned decisively, temporarily abandoned the person, and rushed towards the person behind him.

In the back, the man who saw the weight-loss training Qishi was defeated with a single palm. He had been so pale that he was frightened. He quickly controlled Feijian and strove to Su Zimo's brows!

There is no flickering light on this flying sword.

Su Zimo squinted his eyes, didn't plan to dodge, and kept the attitude of diving, leaning out with his right hand, and gently resting on the oncoming flying sword.

One roll, one shock, one drag!

Huh!

Although this flying sword was not broken, it was directly thrown aside by Su Zimo and slanted into the soil.

The practitioner was shocked.

Even though he only controlled the inanimate device in his hand, when did he see that someone could pick up the device with his bare fists without any damage?

What kind of monster is this person?

With such a delay, Su Zimo has come to this person, his body curled, his knees seem to be kneeling instead of his knees, his hands are folded, and he holds up!

Blood ape offers fruit!

boom!

This time, it was exactly in the jaw of the practitioner.

The man's chin and neck bones heard a cracking sound, his head slammed back, he pulled his back on his back, his eyes widened, his eyes full of panic, and he was out of breath.

There were only two practitioners besieging the Huangshan women. When they saw this scene, they were frightened.

Su Zimo unfolded, rushed to one of them, left chest protector, right hand fist, big muscles shaking, flesh and blood swelling, using the fist as a seal, banging from the sky.

A large shadow came over, covering the sky!

This practitioner was taken by Su Zimo's momentum, and he was so frightened that he dared to try to attack, resist, turned around, and fled.

Seeing that he was about to escape from the envelope of the big seal above his head, this person was very happy.

At this moment, a trembling sound of bowstrings came from his ears, which was fascinating.

collapse! collapse! collapse!

I saw Su Zimo stretch his muscles, his arms skyrocketed, and the big seal fell down. He immediately caught up with the desperate escaper and landed on his heavenly cover.

puff!

After the skull exploded, the power of Da Yin still had more power, which directly smashed the person's body into pieces.

Seeing five dead and one injured in the same door, the only Qiqishi who was left in chaos was a little bit disoriented, and the Huangshan woman operated the flying sword, making a circle around her neck.

Douda's head flew up, blood spewed, and the headless body fell, unconsciously jerking.

The huangshan woman's fragrant sweat dripped. After beheading the man, her chest was undulating and she gasped slightly, as if she had reached her physical limit.

Su Zimo turned around and looked at the thin, lean man with a broken arm.

However, it was found that the man had already taken this opportunity to flee to a distance. He pressed his wound on his right hand, stepped on a flying sword under his foot, and walked through the sky. He would soon disappear into the jungle.

Su Zimo frowned.

At this time, if he was too late to catch up, moreover, even if he could catch up, this person was in the air, and Su Zimo was helpless.

Suddenly Su Zimo found himself a fatal weakness.

He couldn't fly into the air.

If the Qiqishi flew the sword for the first time, and then fought with him, this meant that he could only be beaten passively and could not fight back.

After this slaughter, the night was getting darker, and the roar of the spirit beast was faintly heard in the ear, shaking the earth.

Looking at the back of the weight-loss practicing Qishi hiding in the night, Su Zimo glanced under his eyes.

This man's escape was a scourge after all.

No one knows when this scourge will break out.

However, Su Zimo thought for a moment, and now that night came, it was when the spirit beast and spirit demon came out to look for food. The man's broken arm exuded a strong **** gas, and he might not be able to walk out of the Wolf Mountain.

"Oh!"

The cry of the spirit monkey interrupted Su Zimo's meditation.

The monkey was bound by hands and feet, bouncing on the spot, shouting at Su Zimo, motioned to him to quickly untie the iron rings on his hands and feet.

"Just be honest and let you run around."

Su Zimo rarely saw a lingering monkey eating a tadpole. He deliberately hung it aside and came to the bodies of the cultivators. He took off six small cloth bags and stuffed them into his arms without looking.

Although he didn't understand, Su Zimo also realized that this small cloth bag was famous, and there was a lot of treasures in it.

Su Zimo leaned down and picked up a flying sword that had fallen to the ground.

The shape of this flying sword is a little bit unique. There is no hilt, only the blade, and it is extremely sharp.

If you change to ordinary people, you really have nowhere to start.

But for Su Zimo, the impact is not great.

Su Zimo grabbed the sharp sword with his bare hands, came to the monkey, and aimed at the iron ring bound to the monkey's hand and struck it hard!

when!

Mars is radiant.

A white mark appeared on the iron ring, but it did not break.

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

This flying sword can break even the thunder knife, but it keeps cutting the iron ring on the hand of the spirit monkey.

A little trouble.

Su Zimo vaguely felt that it was not that the flying sword was not sharp enough, but that his method was incorrect.

(End of this chapter)