Eternal Sacred King

366 Reaping

Here, there are at least thousands of monks.

But at this time, there was no sound inside or outside the house, as if everyone was choking their throats and couldn't breathe.

This scene is too horrible!

The four major cavalry fighters are famous for their physical strength and melee strength. Among them, Bao Yunfeng is flexible and extremely explosive. In addition to the seven-veined base building to stabilize him, he is almost invincible in the six-veined building base.

If it were not for the first time, no one would believe that Bao Yunfeng would be struck by a vein and hanged in a close-to-hand combat manner, and there would be no dead body!

No one believes that in Xuantian City, some people really dare to hurt Bao Yunfeng's life.

Something big happened!

Bao Yunfeng's death doesn't matter. With the cruel brutality of the other three major cavalry, I am afraid that many innocent monks will be implicated.

On the second floor, the boy in white shirt put up a small fan, and his eyes were dazzling, and he suddenly asked, "Liang Bo, what do you think?"

"The melee strength is very strong, the shot is fierce, and the killing is decisive."

Liang Bo groaned: "However, this man doesn't know how to endure it. He is too reckless. He is happy, but there is no room for maneuver between him and the four major cavalrymen. He must die."

"I'm quite interested in him," the white-shirt son smiled and said.

Bo Liang frowned and asked, "My son wants to recruit this person?"

"I have that thought." The white shirt nodded.

Liang Bodao said: "If he is solicited at this time, it is equivalent to offending the four major cavalrymen. It is too irrational. We enter the ancient battlefield this time for the ruins of Dan Chizong, and it is not appropriate to engage in evil with such powerful enemies."

After a pause, Liang Bo said: "Now several major forces such as Liuli Palace and Dishajiao are hovering in Xuantian City. It is estimated that they came from the ruins of Danchi Sect. Compared with Liuli Palace and Dishajiao, we lack The top master, the advantage is small, the son should be careful. "

"Top Master?"

The boy in white shirt smiled, and the beautiful eyes turned, and fell on the blue shirt monk in the courtyard, raised his head and said, "Well, isn't there one?"

"he?"

Bo Liang also laughed and said, "Although the age of the old man is old, he has not yet reached the point where his eyes are faint. Although this person's melee strength is strong, he is not a top master yet?"

The white shirt boy laughed and said nothing.

...

In the house.

Su Zimo strangling Bao Yunfeng with a python, struck a blue shirt stained scarlet, and stood in a pool of blood. The whole man was murderous, his eyes were like knives, and he exudes powerful murderous power!

"kill!"

After the death of Bao Yunfeng, hundreds of extremists not only did not step back, but burst into a roar, drove the fierce horse, held the cold-blade machete, and rushed towards Su Zimo!

This is the desperate, and each is the master of death.

The fierce horses underneath these desperates are also the spirit demon who builds the base, the eyes are scarlet, the power is amazing, if it hits the monk, it will be enough to break it apart!

Hundreds of iron horses rushed in, the dust was rolling, and the sound was appalling.

In the face of such a battle, everyone in the field had to avoid their frontiers for the first time, for fear of being annihilated by hundreds of iron riders and trampled into flesh.

However, Su Zimo persisted, his eyes were bright, his blood was carried, and the sound of the tide sounded in his body, sandwiched by the sound of thunder and sound.

The blood runs, the power soars!

"boom!"

Su Zimo exhaled, reached out a pair of huge palms, and pressed directly on the heads of two smashed horses.

The sleeve exploded instantly, exposing two strong arms, the muscles knotted together inch by inch, like pouring steel, full of a sense of power of explosion!

How strong is the impact of the fierce horse galloping?

Not to mention the practitioners, even the other monsters in the jungle, most of them dare not attack them.

But under the gaze of countless eyes, these two fierce horses were actually held in place by Su Zimo's pair of child's palms.

Su Zimo's feet, sinking into the dirt, standing in place like an ancient deity, his eyes were clear and still!

The two dead men on horseback caught off guard and were instantly taken off.

The little fat man and Shi Jian each carried a giant axe, and one person held an iron rod. While the two were tossing in the air and dizzy, each one of them was easily killed.

How can two strong horses withstand two kinds of force, the bones and bones in the body are broken, the flesh bursts, a wailing sound, and the corpse is on the spot.

The iron riders in the back couldn't rush up, and they fell to the ground one after another.

A strong horse rushed towards the front, rushing towards Su Zimo's chest.

"Hey!"

Su Zimo sneered, stepped forward, bowed his knees, and the whole person resembled a strong horse and ran into it!

boom!

The tall and sturdy spirit demon fierce horse was hit by a seemingly small human race, his body burst and turned into a mist of blood.

"Roar!"

At this moment, Yeling's forelegs were low, her head was low, and she made an aggressive gesture. She suddenly opened her mouth and made a deafening roar deep in her throat!

Originally, he was also full of warfare and murderous spirit monsters. He was frightened and his legs and stomach were soft, and endless fear flashed in his eyes.

These spirits do not recognize the night spirit.

But for this roar, they have a kind of fear that comes from the source of blood, deep in the soul, and is deeply rooted!

Some fierce horses trembled, kneeling on the ground, oozing pee, already scared of incontinence.

Some fierce horses seemed to be suddenly crazy. They threw down the monks on their backs, then ran out of the crowd, and fled to the distance. The speed was extremely fast.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of desperate people were in chaos.

The many monks who looked around looked startled, and the eyes of Yeling gradually changed.

They were clearly out of the way, but the moment the Yeling roared, they also felt a palpitation, and almost turned and fled.

Su Zimo patted his palm on the storage bag, and a total of eighteen flying swords appeared in front of him.

Hum!

The body of the eighteen flying swords trembled at the same time, sending out a sound of clear Yue Jianming, the sword body aura of light, flashing.

"what!"

"The best flying swords are all the best flying swords!"

"I can make up these eighteen fine flying swords. I don't know how many people he killed."

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

On the second floor, the white shirt son and Liang Bo gave a sigh at the same time.

Liang Bo frowned, looking weird, and shook his head: "No, the length, width, thickness, and even the thickness of the sword's body are exactly the same as the eighteen handles of the flying sword. It was by the hand of a refiner ... "

"Unsurprisingly, he should be a sword array division," said the white shirt boy suddenly.

The son of the white shirt did not fall. In the courtyard, Su Zimo waved with both hands, and the eighteen flying swords crisscrossed in the void, leaving a stream of sword spirits.

Wow!

The bursts of light illuminate half of the night sky!

The eighteen-handed flying swords gathered together, with their pointed tips facing outwards, forming a huge sword-shaped disc, like a round of hot sun, blooming eighteen sword qi, bright and eye-catching!

Candlelight sword array!

"go with!"

Su Zimo pointed forward.

The sword-shaped disc rushed directly into the crowd, circling between hundreds of desperate people, shuttled back and forth, endless sword gas blooming, blood mist blasting, and limbs flying with broken arms.

(End of this chapter)