Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 90 Shot!

Without a sword piercing the head of the Linghu, there was a hint of annoyance in Sun Tao's eyes, and he chuckled coldly, "Forget the luck of this beast!"

"you wanna die!"

Su Zimo's eyes flashed a little red light in the depths, and he sang loudly, suddenly took a step, ran out two feet away, and immediately came to Sun Tao!

This step is a plowing step.

It may seem ordinary, but the momentum is appalling. Sun Tao is so scared that he looks scared. He feels that he is not facing a person, but an ancient beast!

Su Zimo was so murderous that he turned his palms and pressed Sun Tao's face fiercely.

boom!

Sun Tao had no power to fight back, but felt that his eyes were dark, and he was pressed down by Su Zimo stiffly. He hit his head on the ground and smashed a big pit. He fainted on the spot and bleed from Qiqiao!

"what?"

Just above the spiritual battlefield, deep in the clouds and fog, out of sight, there was a fascinating fringe, huge wings looming, a pair of eyes staring at the scene that happened below, eyes cold.

"Strange, how could this son's blood ..."

There was a whisper of inaudible sounds above nine days.

Under the battlefield.

This uproar caused a stir.

First, Sun Tao attacked Su Zimo's spirit tiger with a sneak attack, and everyone could still accept this scene.

But the next moment, everyone froze.

When the fat man wants to stop, everything is late.

No one can think that Su Zimo dared to shoot at Sun Tao, and no one thought that Sun Tao was stunned by Su Zimo's palm, and he didn't know how to live or die!

"Attention, it must be attentive!"

A thought flashed through the hearts of all.

As an apprentice of Lingfeng, the eight-layer Qiqi practitioner was defeated by Qifeng's sixth-tier Qiqi practitioner. There was only one possibility, which was Sun Tao's intention.

"It's over, it's over! Brother disregards Zongmen's rules and shoots at the same door in Lingdouchang, and Sun Tao doesn't know if he's alive or dead. This is trouble."

The little fat man scratched his ears and scratched his head, his head fluttered, thinking about countermeasures.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold!"

"Su Zimo, you dare to ignore the rules of the Zongmen and hurt the same door, you are the one who seeks death!"

Many Lingfeng disciples rushed out of the crowd and surrounded Suzi Motuan. They looked bad, stared angrily, and shouted loudly.

Feng Haoyu stood watching this scene not far away, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and sneered in her heart: "It seems that I don't need to do anything, a reckless husband, hehe."

Su Zimo's look remained unchanged, his eyes were cold, and he ignored the surrounding Lingfeng disciples, squatting down on his own body, and spreading gold sore medicine on Linghu's wound.

The Linghu endured the pain, blinking at Su Zimo in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, the tenderness of standing aside secretly nodded.

Not to mention the others, this mentality is really strong, just in the face of more than a thousand murderous disciples of Lingfeng.

Calmly confessed that he could not be as calm as Su Zimo.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient."

The fat man quickly jumped out, and worked in all directions, and said with a smile: "Everyone does not care about this action, does it not violate the rules of Zongmen?"

Hearing here, many Lingfeng disciples looked hesitant, and it was not good to shoot directly, and they froze for a while.

Feng Haoyu's eyes flickered, then she turned to her side and whispered to a Lingfeng disciple beside her.

The disciple nodded his mind, left Feijian, and ran straight to Lingfeng Palace.

Seeing this scene tenderly, there was a look of disgust in his eyes.

Do not need to think about it, this Feng Haoyu must let people ventilate and report to Zongmen seniors to deal with Su Zimo.

"Su Zimo, are you hurting me at Lingfeng, really when I am nobody?"

When the two sides were deadlocked, Feng Haoyu said something suddenly.

Hearing this sentence, the fat man's heart sank.

So insidious!

Feng Haoyu's remark was completely worried, for fear that Su Zimo and Lingfeng disciples could not fight.

The bigger the incident, the heavier Su Zimo will be punished!

Sure enough, Feng Haoyu's voice had just fallen, and the original hesitant Lingfeng disciple's look changed, and the palm was slowly put on the storage bag, which could be shot at any time.

A Lingfeng disciple finally couldn't bear it, relying on his practice of refining the body, his body was strong, and he snorted loudly. He stepped forward and grabbed Su Zimo's hair directly. Then, don't be dumb! "

"roll!"

Su Zi's head did not return, his arm fluttered, seemingly soft, but after throwing it out, it was like a whip, making a crisp sound in the air!

Snapped!

The disciple of this Lingfeng disciple had not touched Su Zimo before, so he was blown by Su Zimo's palm, fell into the crowd, cracked his silver teeth, coughed up blood, and fell down.

The crowd changed color!

The fat man was crying.

He had always wanted to prevent the situation from deteriorating, but he did not expect that everything he had done before was in vain.

Su Zimo's shot was too fast, and no one could react at all.

This time, thoroughly angered Disciples of Lingfeng.

Many Lingfeng disciples have sacrificed flying swords, trembling in the air, and they are about to shoot!

Dozens of Qifeng disciples gathered around Su Zimo and sacrificed flying swords. The two sides fought, and a battle might break out at any time!

The smile in Feng Haoyu's eyes was more prosperous.

"Don't move, don't move!"

When the fat man saw this situation, his scalp was numb, and he found a huge axe from the storage bag, and held a piece of amulet in his left hand, and patted it on Su Zimo.

Su Zimo's body suddenly appeared around a mask.

This is an amulet 箓.

The fat man did not use it himself, but gave it directly to Su Zimo.

Su Zimo felt warm.

Fatty's move will undoubtedly offend many Lingfeng colleagues.

"Dead fat, where are you from!" A Lingfeng disciple shouted loudly.

The fat man's face sank, and he actually smiled and yelled: "To Nima, you care where the fat man is!"

The little fat man scolded many Lingfeng disciples instead.

Since joining the ancestors, everyone has never seen the little fat man blush, to see who is smiling, with a kind face. If it comes to popularity, the little fat man is better than Feng Haoyu.

The little fat man consciously felt a little morbid, and muttered, "The fat man is the fat man, the most annoying thing is not to call me a fat man ..."

Just then, there was a sound of light drinking in the distance.

"Fall it out for me!"

A sword light came galloping, and in a blink of an eye came over the heads of the people. A monk stood in front of Feijian, who was repaired in the early stages of construction, and behind him was a disciple of Fengfeng, a disciple.

"I've seen Brother Chen."

"Brother Chen came just right, please preach justice for my Lingfeng, Qi Feng Su Zimo, regardless of the rules of the ancestors, sneaked into the same door!"

Many Lingfeng disciples recognized the man and shouted with his fists.

The fat man quickly whispered, "Brother, you must not offend this person. This is Chen Yu, a disciple of the inner door law enforcement church, and Feng Haoyu is good. This person must be in trouble for you. endure."

After a pause, the fat man was afraid that Su Zimo would not know the situation was serious, and he urged: "We can't afford to offend disciples, otherwise we will have to suffer after being promoted to the inner gate, not to mention that this person is still a member of the Law Enforcement Hall. "

(End of this chapter)