Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 353: Covering the Power of the Moon

"kill!"

Finally, a monk couldn't bear it, and took the lead. He took a stab at it and pointed at Su Zimo.

call!

A scorching fireball rushed towards us.

Huh!

The sound of the sword mingling, countless auras of light flashed, and in time, the sword in the stone room was vertical and horizontal, and the sword pointed to only one person-Su Zimo!

The monks shot came from different regions and different sects, but at this moment, they joined together unconsciously.

Such an intensive offensive, in the eyes of everyone, even if it is the foundation of the six pulses, it is undoubtedly dead!

The hot ball of fire galloped past, and the air in the air had already burned, making a crackling noise.

boom!

Su Zimo suddenly stretched out his palm, with a ray of light entangled around his arm, and a palm crushed the oncoming fireball.

The palm is safe!

This level of spiritual art does not threaten Su Zimo at all.

Seeing this scene, the pupils of many monks contracted slightly.

Immediately afterwards, everyone drew a flower.

Su Zimo's figure has disappeared in place.

Bang Bang!

A crowd of blood emerged from the crowd, and a number of silhouettes were hit by a huge force, and blood mist was gushing.

Some fell on the stone wall, smashed their heads and broke their bones.

Some had not responded yet, they were directly torn apart and fell on the spot!

too fast!

Almost instantly, Su Zimo had already rushed into the crowd.

In such a stone room, Su Zimo's melee power can be exerted to the extreme!

On the left, a monk from the Great You Dynasty slashed, Su Zimo's footsteps were slightly wrong, and he cut in one step, and he was a punch in the center of the person's chest.

Click!

The person's chest collapsed deeply, and there was a sound of bone fracture.

The man flew in response, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he died on the spot!

Suddenly, Su Zimo's body pulled back abruptly, and he carried his strength on his back, suddenly erupting, leaning against him.

A monk behind him collapsed, still in the air, and turned into a mist of blood.

Su Zimo's footsteps continued to change, moving horizontally, bending his knees, and trampled continuously, stepping on a monk in two!

Stick to the mountain, the blood ape is printed, the **** foal is divided into corpses.

These moves are the essence of training in life and death, blood baptism, and the power of the demon king in each way to the fullest.

Su Zimo roamed through the crowd. Everywhere he went, he must turn over, turn left and right, and no one is the enemy of his union.

suddenly!

In the chaotic battlefield, Su Zimo's heart flashed.

An inaudible sound stabbed from the back of his head. If Su Zimo had already opened his ears, he would not have heard it.

Too late to think about it, Su Zimo spread out the misty wings, rising into the air, the whole body curled into a ball.

Huh!

A touch of blue light passed under Su Zimo's feet, exuding a disgusting stench.

This is a steel needle with a fluffy hair!

"Huh? Poisonous!"

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes.

In the case of ordinary poison, Su Zimo has no fear at all.

Even when he was contaminated by the blood of King of the Blood King, he did not warn him.

But now, in the face of this blue and poisonous needle, Lingjue actually warned first, or the poison on the poisonous needle was so strong that he couldn't bear his blood.

Or, this poisonous needle is famous!

Su Zimo's thoughts did not fall. This poisonous needle fell into the crowd. Several monks escaped and were stabbed in the face by the poisonous needle.

When the monks changed their appearance, Yintang turned black instantly. Before taking a few steps, they fell to the ground, and the whole person became dark and intoxicated and died of poisoning!

The whole process, no more than three breaths!

"So strong poison!"

Su Zimo glanced, and found no one who released the poisonous needle in the crowd, and could not help frowning secretly.

"Confused!"

Su Zimo suddenly reached out his palm, and a thunder ball condensed in the palm of his hand, flashing with a thunderous light, suddenly burst in front of everyone's eyes, the light was dazzling.

The thunder rolled, echoing in this stone chamber, becoming clearer and deafening!

The thunder in the tactical thunder tactic can explode with the power of thunder and lightning, blinding the monks' five senses.

Su Zimo was worried about the safety of Ji Yaoxue and others, and did not intend to entangle with the monks in the stone room, not to mention hiding a viper-like monk in secret.

With a sense of confusion, Su Zimo's body flickered, rushed out of the stone room, and galloped along the martyrdom when he came.

"chase!"

"He has the perfect magic weapon and can't let him just run away!"

Many monks adapted from the confusion and issued a shout, the imperial flying sword, chasing along the martyrdom.

In the crowd, a thin man looked extremely ordinary, looking at Su Zimo's back, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and he followed them behind.

In the martyrdom, flying swords and spirits kept coming.

Su Zimo was so annoyed that he suddenly remembered the quasi-congenital artifact that he had just got, and then pulled out the moon bow from the storage bag.

Take arrows, wind strings, and bows like a full moon!

The whole action was done in one go, and the five spirit patterns on the mask of the moon shone cold and soft, like a full moon.

Huh!

The three arrows shot out in unison, but only a sound of breaking air.

The monk chasing the forefront was Liumai Zhuji. When he saw Su Zimo's bow and arrow, he was ready to crush the amulet 箓.

puff!

A crisp sound.

As soon as the amulet was condensed, it was pierced by an arrow, and his head was penetrated by a sharp arrow, which burst on the spot.

The monk behind him was unprepared and was stabbed by a long arrow without any effort and fell from the air.

A monk from the great dynasty relied on wearing armor, the speed was not reduced, and the spiritual power was injected frantically. Three auras of light flashed on the armor.

It is actually a top-level defense magic weapon!

puff!

An arrow burst through, instantly piercing the person's armor.

The man's chest goggles shattered, his chest was pierced through a large hole in the bowl, and blood columns spewed out.

The man ran forward a few more steps before falling heavily to the ground, staring at his eyes, and not staring.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo secretly said.

The power of this moon-covering bow is amazing. It can even easily break the defense of the top spirit. The power of killing is still above the blood-quenched knife, and it is indeed a quasi-innate spirit!

Three arrows have killed five monks, including a six-veined foundation!

The monk, who had been chasing after him, quickly dropped his speed, and no one wanted to run ahead.

In this martyrdom, in case the monk in front of the blue shirt turned back for a few more arrows, they squeezed together and could not hide, almost a death situation.

With such a delay, Su Zimo's figure has become farther and farther.

Returning to the hall of the Dongfu Palace, Su Zimo glanced at his eyes. He did not see Ji Yaoxue and others, but saw many monks coming out of other martyrs and rushing towards the fourth martyr on the left.

This martyrdom was exactly what Ji Yaoxue and others chose before.

"I heard that this is the Lingdan Room. Kaimai Dan was born!"

"Come on, be late!"

Hearing the sound of these monks' discussions, Su Zimo's mind was stunned.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a terrible roar came from the depths of this martyrdom, as if the roar from the ghostly killing **** was trembling.

"It's Yeling!"

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and couldn't think much about it. His body flickered, rushed directly into the fourth lane, and ran away.

During the Chinese New Year period, there are many things. The old sword can guarantee constant changes, but there may only be one change every day. If there is time, the old sword will write two changes. But everyone should not wait.

(End of this chapter)