Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 639: Sword Formation

Stared at by thousands of ancient relics, Tiansha Wolf's legs have trembled.

At this point, it can only walk inwardly.

"Another humble ant!"

The golden lion sneered on Su Zimo's body without feeling the slightest threat.

The dozen monks trapped looked at Su Zimo with anticipation, but found that there was no spiritual fluctuation in the body of this blue-shirt monk, and he was disappointed.

Su Zimo carried the rosary of the Ming dynasty, and lay dormant for 20 years at the bottom of the burial dragon valley. He recited the rituals to the Buddha daily.

"I want to subdue these people as slaves, because their strength is not bad. You, an unknown ant, don't have the qualifications to be a mount for me!"

The golden lion's eyes were cold, and he looked down, looking down at Su Zimo, and said lightly, "Kill him!"

"Alas!"

The two beasts closest to the entrance to the valley turned sharply, showing fierce light, Nei Dan running, the demon rising, and flung fiercely towards Su Zimo!

Su Zimo's expression was calm and he patted the storage bag with his palm.

Huh!

In midair, two flying swords emerged directly.

The sword trembled, arguing endlessly, aura of prosperity!

Four spirit patterns, the best magic weapon!

As soon as Xun shot, they were two superb magical tools. If they were placed in the realm of cultivation, they would be considered quite remarkable.

But here is the battlefield of ancient times.

Those who are qualified to come in and have the ability to come in are all the genius leaders of the major gate forces. It is normal to have one or two superb spiritual artifacts in the storage bag.

The dozen monks looked at each other, shook their heads, and sighed in their hearts.

"This is also a person who doesn't know how to live or die."

"If you want to rely on these two superb flying swords, fight against this vast monster, it is tantamount to shaking the tree."

"Looking at this young man, it is estimated that he became famous in his youth and was born with a calf without any setbacks, alas."

Seeing Su Zimo's flying sword on both ends of the ancient relics, his look remained unchanged and he ran faster.

But the next moment, the look of the ancient relics at both ends changed!

Huh!

The two flying swords disappeared under the eyes of everyone, only a sound of breaking air came out!

The ancient relics panicked on both ends.

Although they are ancient relics with rough skin and thick flesh, the sharp edge of the best flying sword is still enough to hurt their lives!

puff! puff!

Before waiting for the two ancient relics to dodge, their heads spewed a blood column.

Two flying swords, penetrate their heads directly!

The sword's body was dripping without blood, sharp and sharp, and turned around in midair to return to Su Zimo's body.

too fast!

And there is no trace!

It was like two flying swords popping up from the void, killing two ancient relics!

"Ok?"

A blue robe man headed with a flick, his eyes brightened, and he whispered, "Good sword art!"

Among the crowd, the female nun who had been kneeling down on the ground also stopped crying, blinked her big watery eyes, and looked at the scene with surprise.

Su Zimo practiced so far, and he has learned a lot.

But both are top-notch exercises and do not teach secret techniques!

Fang Cai's hand sword technique is regarded as the most basic of his many methods.

"Sword Art of Sword" has three realms, afterimage, nothingness, and sorrow.

Today, Su Zimo has cultivated to the realm of trance!

Feijian is extremely fast and erratic, hard to find.

Unless it is a monk with strong senses, it will be difficult to resist the third sword level sword art!

Facing these ancient relics, Su Zimo can deal with too many methods.

The simplest and most rude is to rely on the blood of the horrible flesh to break in directly and run rampant. The ancient relics could not stop him at all!

But at this time, Su Zimo did not do so.

Feeling the scorn and ridicule of the golden lion, today he wants to use the means of a true practitioner to kill these ancient relics and suppress the golden lion!

Two ancient relics died before the Golden Lion ordered it, and immediately more than a dozen ancient relics rushed up.

"broken."

The man in the blue robe shook his head and said, "Although this man's sword skill is brilliant, his fists are hard to beat ..."

The man's voice did not fall, so he went back.

I saw Su Zimo's palm patted on the storage bag, and a total of twenty-five flying swords appeared in the void.

Counting the two previous flying swords, this is the twenty-seven flying swords!

What's more terrible is that all the 27 flying swords are superb magic weapons!

If, in this ancient battlefield, a Jindan real person has two superb artifacts, it's a little scary to have more than 20 superb artifacts!

"So many flying swords?"

The dozen monks were stunned.

Where have they seen, someone took out so many flying swords in one breath.

Twenty-seven flying swords were suspended in front of Su Zimo, orderly, bright and dazzling, and galloping towards the dozen or so ancient relics that rushed over!

Huh!

The twenty-seven flying swords disappeared again.

In the blink of an eye.

The twenty-seven flying swords reappeared.

At the same time, more than a dozen ancient relics flew over, and blood holes were added to the skull.

"This……"

The men in the blue robes were shocked.

It's quite difficult to control all 27 flying swords to such a delicate degree!

The most frightening thing is, from the beginning to the end, the blue shirt monk's eyes are not a little bit turbulent!

It seems that the situation at hand is already in his expectations!

"Oh!"

"Roar!"

There was a commotion among the monsters.

More than a dozen ancient relics have fallen from the sky, which is nothing for this huge monster group, but they also smelled a dangerous breath in this blue shirt monk.

"You Terran is a little bit interesting and qualified to be my mount!"

The golden lion vomited, and nodded with great confidence.

"Hahahaha!"

Su Zimo laughed in the sky, with twenty-seven flying swords flying and hovering in front of him, loudly: "Yellow-haired lion, today I want to see who is conquering who!"

"Brother, this person's means are not weak, and we seem to be hopeful for salvation." The beautiful female repairman next to her eyes blinked and whispered.

"It's hard to say."

The man in the blue robe shook his head: "Now it seems that this person has the limit to control twenty-seven flying swords. Don't forget, there are thousands of monsters around us, one person can't stop them!"

The beautiful female Xiu Mei asked: "What then?"

"Let's hurry up and adjust the interest rate, try to restore our combat power, and listen to my order for a while!" Said the man in a blue robe.

The crowd nodded.

The words did not end, and hundreds of monsters rushed up.

But this time, the hundreds of monsters were clever. They divided into three different directions and rushed towards Su Zimo.

In Su Zimo's eyes, there was a sneer of ridicule, and he stretched out his fingers and gently moved forward.

"disease!"

The twenty-seven flying swords directly separated the twenty-four.

A group of six flying swords, the sword body galloping in the air, leaving a trail of sword marks.

The man in the blue robe changed his look and exclaimed: "Sword formation, it is sword formation!"

"Ah, he is a swordsman!"

Four six-pointed star swords ran across the sky, glittering with dazzling light, trembling and trembling, swords like frost, intercepting hundreds of monsters in front of them!

Puff puff!

Blood Mist Gushing!

The stumps of many monsters with broken arms fluttered and became red.

(End of this chapter)