Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 32: King Slash

"not good!"

The practitioners sitting on both sides of the King of Yan stood up suddenly, his expression changed greatly.

Extremely dangerous!

Suddenly, the seemingly weak scholar seemed to have changed into a person. The breath that emanated from him made all four gas trainers feel horrified.

This is the case for practitioners of qi, and the others in the hall are even more embarrassed. Some civil servants are scared to their knees and are paralyzed.

"boom!"

Su Zimo stepped on both feet with a loud noise, the ground made of gold bricks cracked a huge gap, and there was a bleak atmosphere like dark **** below.

The whole palace shook violently, the dust fell, and it seemed to fall to the ground.

Unless you have seen it with your own eyes, no one can believe that the scene in front of you is human effort.

Su Zimo has disappeared in place, and looks like a sacred foal and fierce horse, rushing forward, almost in a blink of an eye, and came to the king of Yan.

Quick, too fast!

Su Zimo is standing at a distance of at least ten feet from the King of Yan, but everyone only feels that there is a flower in sight, and the king of Yan and Su Zimo are already close at hand.

At this time, the four practitioners beside King Yan had just found the magical artifact from the storage bag.

The reaction of the two sides is completely one level worse!

Until this time, the people in the hall understood the meaning of that sentence.

Although he is ten feet away from the King of Yan, for Su Zimo, it is just a stone's throw away.

In this close range, even if you have the power of the country, you can't beat a match!

"You, what are you doing!"

The King of Yan was so frightened that his spirits fluttered, his eyes were full of terror, and he retreated subconsciously.

Su Zimo's face was cold, and he hit the crown of King Feiyan with his hands.

Su Zimo took a step forward, reached out his palm, grabbed Yan Wang's hair, and stung him stiffly!

"what!"

The king yelled in pain, and there was severe pain in the scalp, sweat on his forehead, and cold hands and feet.

"Mortal, you dare!"

"Release Yan King quickly, otherwise you will die!"

Two of the four practitioners control the flying sword, and one controls a long sword, and the last one makes a sharp-edged roulette.

Of the four spirits, only the roulette has a spirit pattern on it, which is an inferior spirit. The other three are pseudo-spirals, floating in the air, looking at the key points of Su Zimo's body, and waiting for opportunity.

If Su Zimo hadn't seen it, he dragged Yan Wang's hair back a few steps, and with his backhand pulled out a long knife lying on the shelf behind him.

Cangjie!

The sound of the sharp blade's scabbards penetrated the hall, and the remaining sounds were creepy.

Su Zimo put the long knife in his hand horizontally and stuck it on the neck of Yan Wang.

The King of Yan could even feel the chill brought by the blade. After a while, the hair on his body rose.

"My name is Su Zimo, you remember." Su Zimo's voice sounded, without the slightest mood swing, but it made the King of Yan panic.

"Su Zimo, you know, there will be 100,000 people in the Wangcheng embargo plus the guards, plus the Xiuzheng gate behind me, you can't escape if you insert wings!"

After all, King Yan is the prince of a country. When life hangs on the line, try to calm down his mind, forcibly suppress the fear, and grit his teeth: "I'd better make a deal with you ..."

"Ha ha."

Su Zimo smiled.

Hearing this laughter, Yan Wang's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

He realized that Su Zimo's intention to kill was final!

"call out!"

At this moment, the sound of a sharp weapon broke out from the ear of Yan King, extremely fast.

"Some Qiqishi shot!" Yan Wang rejoiced.

As long as the practitioner can kill Su Zimo with one sword, he still has a chance.

The practitioner who shot the shot stood behind Su Zimo, the distance between the two was too close, less than a foot.

This flying sword stabbed in the blind zone of Su Zimo's sight. Like a streamer, he came to Su Zimo's head in an instant.

The other three practitioners brightened their eyes.

Seeing that this flying sword was about to pierce Su Zimo's head, Su Zimo's head did not return, as if he had long eyes behind him, and suddenly threw his arm behind his head. Lightly roll.

"Ok?"

The look of the practicing Qishi changed, and he found that he had lost control of Feijian.

The Qi master controls the flying sword by using his aura to wind around the flying sword. As the arm instructs, he can attack and defend.

But how strong is the power of the bull tongue curling out?

Under the scroll, the aura on the flying sword was instantly dissipated.

Su Zimo threw backhand!

puff!

Fei Jian penetrated the Qishi's chest, brought out a glimmer of blood, cast away unabated, and severely inserted into the hall wall, the sword body trembling.

The whole process is slow but extremely fast.

It took less than a breath from the shot of the trainer to the time when he was pierced by a sword!

The man's expression was dull, his eyes were unbelievable, his eyes were slumped, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"hiss!"

The remaining three practitioners took a sip of air-conditioner, and took a few steps to subconsciously, trying to get as far away from Su Zimer as possible.

No one could escape the sword of Su Zimo, who had just been thrown at one of them.

The speed of that sword has completely exceeded their response.

"Hurry to inform Brother Liu for support!"

One of the three practitioners looked terrified, and hurriedly ran towards the back of the hall, and then disappeared in an instant.

These breathing times are as long as one hundred years for King Yan.

Failed!

Even the Qishi shot failed.

The long knife on the neck of Yan Wang never left the slightest.

Su Zimo bowed his head slightly and whispered in the ear of King Yan: "Zhao Qian, do you know, when I stepped into the palace, you are already a dead person. I said that I would kill you, Shang Qinbi fell Huanghuang, No one can save you. "

In the empty hall, the raven is silent!

It seems that everyone is taken by one's momentum, and stunned.

Su Zimo's voice is not loud, very light, very calm, like chatting with the King of Yan, but everyone can feel the thrilling killing intention behind this voice!

King Yan shuddered, his teeth collided and hissing.

"Zhao Qian, don't be afraid, it's just a knife, no pain."

Su Zimo's eyes were cold and he said word by word: "I'll take you on the road and go down to pay my father and mother!"

Huh!

Yan Wangdou's big head was cut off by Su Zimo and stabbed in his hand.

The king of Yan was staring round to death, full of fear inside. In fact, even without Su Zimo, the king of Yan was already scared to death.

Scared alive!

Tart Tart!

Outside the palace, there were dense footsteps, and the King Yan ban had arrived.

Su Zimo tied the head of King Yan with his waist, looked around, and shook the long knife in his hand, killing himself with a cold voice: "Yan King is dead, stop me, kill without pardon!"

Thanks for the small dance's reward ~

(End of this chapter)