Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 2132 You Deserve To Meet With Me!

Panlong Mountains.

Although the battle between Su Zimo and Xing Yuwei has ended for more than two hours, the enthusiasm of many monks for discussion has not faded.

Not surprisingly, the events of this general election of Xianzong will surely spread on the continent of Shenxiao.

"Look, what's going on over there?"

"Meet the gale again!"

"These people are really looking for death, they actually took the initiative to pass around."

When Su Zimo descended into the valley, he fell into the siege of the gale crowd. At that time, no monk was optimistic that he could come out alive.

But now, more than twenty days have passed, and the scene in front of me looks as if it was yesterday, but the opinions of the people are quite different.

The eyes of many monks looking at Gale and others were full of pity.

The gale group came to this day without any accident. In addition to the gale, one person could enter the last hundred.

Now, this group of people stared at Su Zimo, and the consequences can be imagined.

In the valley.

Dozens of monks rushed up and surrounded Su Zimo with leaking water. One by one, their eyes were so hot that they wished to swallow Su Zimosheng alive.

"Dao You looks a little bland."

A fat-minded monk asked with a smile.

"is it?"

Su Zimo looked around and said with a smile: "I look at you, but I'm familiar with it. I should have seen it."

"Hahahaha!"

Dozens of monks around laughed.

A monk proudly said, "See? No, our brothers have joined forces. They are quite famous in this valley, and this person recognizes us."

At first, the fat-faced monk raised his head slightly and asked, "How many Panlong orders have you got in this year?"

"More than 1,200."

Su Zimo did not hide it, and said frankly.

The surrounding monks' eyes were bright!

If there are more than 1,200 Panlong orders, if some of them can get them, they may even have the opportunity to break through to 1,800!

Even the strong wind that closed her eyes and recuperated not far away was slightly surprised, a gap was revealed in her eyes, and she glanced at this side.

"Lao Tzu's words are awkward, this is really a fat sheep, hahaha!"

The chubby monk smiled so tightly that he couldn't help himself.

"Hehehehe ..."

Su Zimo also laughed.

"You idiot are still smirking!"

The fat-faced monk suddenly showed his face, stepped forward, raised his hand and hit Su Zimo's face, and his fat and thick palm was blowing a bad wind!

Fat-faced monk didn't leave anything at all.

He wanted to kill Su Zimo directly, and not even give Su Zimo a chance to give out a panlong order!

Su Zimo's face continued to smile, and he shot the same way, pulling towards the face of the fat-faced monk.

This palm is faster and fiercer!

Not to mention the surrounding monks, even the fat-faced monk who was directly opposite failed to respond.

His palm was only halfway, and Su Zimo's palm has been drawn on his fat face!

Snapped!

The face of the fat-faced monk was obviously deformed with bone fractures, and half of his face was drawn down, flesh and blood flew!

This slap directly shattered the primitive **** of the fat face monk.

The fat body crashed into the crowd, the horror of this power, and the bones of the other two monks were smashed!

This person is ruthless, and Su Zimo will never relent.

After beheading this person, Su Zimo took the shot of the monks around him, shot again, plunged into the crowd, and started killing!

In the melee combat, the torturers, who were all dressed in black gold, were not Su Zimo's opponents.

These monks are farther apart.

Although these monks are not weak in combat, they are only a group of black people compared with the killing of iron blood, strict discipline, and tacit understanding of torture guards.

Su Zimo rammed and crushed all the way, and the person who fought hard with him was either killed or injured!

There was chaos on the battlefield, screaming again and again, and the blood mist filled.

The initial pride of the dozens of monks disappeared, replaced by endless terror.

What kind of existence did they provoke?

Hum! Hum!

Some seriously injured monks did not dare to stay on the battlefield, and they sacrificed Panlong orders and teleported away.

"So daring!"

The gale saw that the team suffered heavy losses and could not help but rise into the air and became furious.

He carried the remaining dozens of monks in a hug, and burst out a mysterious magic, magic magic, interwoven into a large net, shrouded in Su Zimo.

Su Zimo's eyes glowed with a touch of brilliance, and the method of continuous change in his hands, a bright starry sky suddenly appeared above his head.

Most of the starry sky was bleak.

But billions of stars are still shining, and billions of stars are falling down, pouring into Su Zimo's body!

Su Zimo's acupoints are bursting with starlight, and the whole atmosphere is soaring!

Xuanling Beidou map is coming!

boom! boom! boom!

Su Zi's head is suspended from the mysterious Beidou map. His combat power has skyrocketed, but he can only use his bare hands to fight with the magical magical powers that come down, without falling into the wind!

Once approached by Su Zimo, these monks couldn't resist it.

The gale released two or three magical powers in succession, and none of them could hurt Su Zimo. The distance between the two was getting closer.

Gale's eyes passed a trace of dread, and her heart retreated.

In his storage bag, the number of Panlongling was enough, and there was no need to compete with this fierce life and death who did not know where to come out.

As for the monks gathered around him, he didn't take his mind at all.

The election of Xianzong is coming to an end, there is no need to burden yourself for this group of monks!

At this point, the strong wind had a decision in his heart, and he yelled, "Taoyou has good means and admiration. However, at this moment, I don't want to share my life with Daoyou. Don't stop here today. If you have a chance, you and me There will be a battle in the future! "

Su Zimo smiled indifferently, and said, "Isn't you always looking for my whereabouts these days, and I ran into each other today, why should I leave?"

"You, you are ..."

The gale changed his expression when he heard this sentence.

The only people he seeks these days are the sick young man.

Could it be that this person is the sick seedling?

Su Zimo's eyes were magnificent. Suddenly, the misty wings, wind and thunder wings, the golden light of the ground, and the magical secrets of Tianzutong surged.

But seeing a virtual shadow, passing through the crevices of many sword lightsaber shadows, rushed towards the gale.

"It really is you!"

The gale trembled, exclaimed.

Such a body style, such a speed burst, he could not be more familiar.

"You deserve to fight me!"

Suddenly, Su Zimo came to the strong wind, yelled, backhanded, and grasped the wind.

In his palm, there was a storm of sword air.

The moment it came down, it suddenly burst!

Countless white swords splattered everywhere, pierced into the crowd, causing a sorrow.

Every sword qi is a godsword!

This force of slaughter sweeps the battlefield, and no one can fight!

The gale close at hand is the first to bear the brunt!

(End of this chapter)