Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 88: Two Peaks Engage

In an instant, Su Zimo worshiped in Zongmen for more than two months.

One year has passed by half.

On this day, Su Zimo was thinking about the method of gathering spirits in the cave house. The Linghu moved his ears, and faintly heard the sound of someone flying the royal sword, and galloping in this direction.

It didn't take long before a quick knock sounded.

"Brother, open the door, are you there?" The fat man's voice came.

Su Zimo was a little inspired, but was interrupted, sighed in his heart, drifted down from the stone bed, opened the cave house and walked out, Linghu followed.

This Linghu is taller than the fat man, and with a look of shame, the fat man suddenly saw it, startled, and almost felt the flying sword and fled here.

Seeing the spirit beast token hanging on the neck of the spirit tiger, the little fat man took a sigh of relief and laughed: "It's still a big brother, and he even brought the spirit beast."

"What's the matter, so anxious?" Su Zimo saw the fat man's nose dripping with fine sweat, and there seemed to be something going on outside, so he rushed to it.

The fat man patted his forehead and said quickly: "Brother, it's not good, your Qifeng disciples and Lingfeng disciples fought. They are on Lingfeng's Lingdou field!"

"Ok?"

Su Zimo frowned slightly and asked, "Slowly, what's going on?"

"That's it."

The fat man sorted out his thoughts and told the story of the story.

Su Zimo's eyes gradually cooled down.

It turned out that the source of this conflict between disciples of Liangfeng is still on him.

During this time, Su Zimo stayed in abbreviated form and rarely appeared. Due to Qi Feng's assessment at the end of the month, he did not go and participate, even facing the challenge of Feng Haoyu, he did not even say a word, but made Feng Haoyu think he was ignored. Already.

This is simply a shame!

Disciples of Lingfeng naturally had a sneer and sarcasm, saying that Su Zimo of Qi Feng was a tortoise, and he did not dare to fight.

Disciple Qi Feng listened, naturally uncomfortable.

To this day, the conflict broke out completely, and the disciples of the two peaks engaged in battle.

In all fairness, except for Su Zimo, the disciples selected for Qi Feng did not have a spiritual root, and were not good at fighting among monks.

Most of Qi Feng's disciples' minds are placed on the ascension and cultivation and the refiner.

For practitioners in the same realm, Qi Feng's disciples are far from being opponents of Ling Feng's disciples, and even if they are advanced to a higher level, they may lose.

This time, Qi Feng will never win!

Without saying a word, Su Zimo offered a flying sword, and Shen said, "Go, go to Lingfeng!"

The Linghu also jumped up. As a spirit beast, he naturally had to follow Su Zimo.

During this time, Su Zimo's cultivation has been promoted to the sixth layer of Ningqi, and under full speed, the speed of the flying sword is almost the same as that of the little fat man on the seventh layer of Ningqi!

You know, the fat man is also the spiritual root.

And the speed of the two is the same, which means that Su Zimo's aura quality is higher than that of the fat man!

"That doesn't make sense."

The fat man was surprised.

"Brother, don't be impulsive for a while." Seeing that he was about to reach Lingfeng, the fat man saw Su Zimo's look cold, afraid he would do something extraordinary, and quickly advised.

Su Zimo did not comment.

In Xunfeng, monks must not arbitrarily fight and fight, there are conflicts and grievances, they have to enter the spiritual battlefield.

On the five peaks, there are spiritual battlefields, located in the west of each peak.

Western belongs to gold, the Lord kills!

Even in the spiritual battlefield, the monks can't fight for their lives, and they can only revoke them as long as they compete.

Of course, in fights, especially among monks with similar strengths, they often fight for only a moment, and it is difficult to close them. It has also occurred that the same door was disabled in the spiritual battlefield.

Soon, Su Zimo and the fat man came over Lingfeng. There was a crowd of people standing in a large area in the west, and many disciples were watching.

Su Zimo and the two landed outside the Lingdou field.

"Get out of here, get out of here!" The fat man pushed against the fat body, squeezing a path.

Many Lingfeng disciples were about to turn back and scold, but when they saw the spirit tiger that Su Zimo was following, they were startled, and when they came to their lips, they stung back.

In front of Su Zimo, the Linghu behaved like a kitten, and when he came outside, he suddenly looked prestigious, making a roar from time to time, full of vigour!

It didn't take long for them to reach the front of the crowd.

Around the Lingdouchang, at least 2,000 trial disciples were watching, not only Lingfeng and Qifeng, but the disciples of the other three peaks also came.

The movement of this appointment was not small, but it was the Wufeng shaking!

Most of the people who can stand in front of the crowd are Lingfeng leaders, or the geniuses of the peaks. Among them, the tenderness with the ice roots is also watching the battle, and the look is as cold as ever.

On the Lingdou arena, an eight-layer Lingqi practitioner is fighting with Xue Feng of Qi Feng.

Xue Yi is a ninth layer of condensed qi, which is higher than this person in the realm of cultivation, but now he is completely suppressed and in a disadvantage, it is only a matter of time before defeat.

The methods used by Qiqi Shi to kill are relatively scarce, except for foreign objects such as spirits and runes.

Although they are all driving a flying sword, in the hands of the eight layers of Qifeng practitioners in Lingfeng, the flying sword is extremely flexible and pervasive, and it is always suppressing Xue Yi.

Xue Yi seemed to be awkwardly controlling Feijian.

"This person's name is Sun Tao, Tian Linggen, and it's nothing in Lingfeng. He only listens to Feng Haoyu. Well, brother, don't look at me as the seventh layer of Ningqi, but who is better than this person? The negative is still unknown. "The fat man whispered.

Su Zimo nodded, turning his gaze, looking not far away at Feng Haoyu in a purple robe, looking arrogant.

At this moment, Feng Haoyu turned his head and saw Su Zimo.

There was a hint of playfulness in Feng Haoyu's eyes.

"Haha, will you finally show up?"

Feng Haoyu sneered in her heart and suddenly exclaimed: "Sun Tao, don't delay, win quickly, Qi Feng's genius" came to watch the war. "

Feng Haoyu bit the word genius very seriously. Suddenly, countless eyes fell on Su Zimo.

Gently glanced slightly, glanced at Su Zimo slightly, then turned his head again.

In the fierce fierce fight, Sun Tao could also take a distracted look at the court.

After seeing Su Zimo, Sun Tao laughed loudly, his hands twitched, the aura of light on the flying sword, power burst, and flew Xue Yi's flying sword instantly, a sword stabbed at Xue Yi's chest!

Xue Yi flashed a panic in his eyes, trying to dodge, but looking at the flying sword that sting, his body was a bit stiff.

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed.

Seeing that Fei Jian was about to stab Xue Yi's chest, Sun Tao chuckled again, turned the sword tip, and raised it slightly.

Huh!

Fei Jian passed through Xue Yi's shoulders, bringing out a stack of blood flowers.

Xue Yi groaned, was taken aback by this power, and fell off the battlefield.

Several Qifeng disciples quickly helped Xue Yi back, sprinkled gold sores on the wound, and gradually stopped the bleeding.

Disciple Qi Feng stared angrily, watching Sun Tao coming down from the Lingdouchang, and shouting loudly, "You have already broken down, how can you still hurt someone!"

"Huh, it's not as good as anyone, who is weird?"

Sun Tao sneered: "You can also quarrel with Qifeng. What about the ninth layer of condensed gas, it's a higher level than me, and it's just so in my eyes!"

Thank you Erming, those who have difficulty getting up, those who care about it, the reward in September ~

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