Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 914: You Can't Pull The Sword!

As soon as the words fell, the audience was uproar!

Despise!

Extreme contempt!

Many monks looked at Su Zimo's eyes as if looking at a dead man.

In the eyes of Jian Wujing, there was a rage first.

But then he suddenly laughed, watching Su Zimo nodded again and said, "Very well, this is the sharp edge that Jianxiu should have!"

"The more you do, the more I appreciate it."

At this point, Jian Wuzhao still didn't realize who he was talking to.

In other words, the monks in Fengyun City did not know the true identity of the man in blue shirt!

In the Wan Yao Valley, Su Zimo can fight with the middle-level monsters.

Intermediate demons are equivalent to returning to Taoism in the cultivation world!

The sword has no trace, although it is the third in the vision list, but it is still Yuanying Zhenjun!

Moreover, this time the vision list has just ended, and his cultivation as a realm is just the beginning of Yuan Ying!

Not to mention, today Su Zimo has cultivated to the peak of the late Yuan Ying.

Even a hundred years ago, when Su Zimo just stepped into the Yuanying Realm, it was no problem to have a sword of repression!

Swordlessly said slowly, "Let ’s do this. If you can pick me three swords, I will let you out of here."

After a short pause, Jian Wuzhao continued: "If you can't catch it, follow me honestly, and don't disobey my will in the future! Dare to gamble!"

"Three swords, that's enough."

"Yes, with a sword without a trace of combat power, if he shoots with all his strength, the fourth in the vision list may not be able to take him three swords!"

"This monk in blue shirt must lose."

Everyone thought that the onlookers were clear and there was much discussion.

Brother Feiyumen looked at the man next to him and whispered, "Brother, what do you think of this bet?"

"The sword without a sword is fast, the three swords ..."

Wu Tianyu shook her head slightly and said, "I am afraid that there are no more than ten people who can catch his three swords in the Yuanying Realm!"

Wu Tianyu and Jian Wuzhao are the same people in the vision list, and they know each other.

His appraisal of the sword no trace is extremely high!

The monk Feiyumen said: "So, that blue-shirt monk must have lost! The ten people mentioned by the brothers are definitely the top powerhouses in Yuanying Realm. This person is obviously not among them.

"Ok……"

Wu Tianyu groaned, "It's hard to say, I always feel that this monk in blue shirt is unfathomable and very simple."

Brother Feiyumen disagreed, saying, "Brother, don't forget, this person is Xiu Xiu. Once he fights, he will be suppressed by the sword without a trace. This gamble, he can't win!"

...

On the long street, Nangong Ling, Liu Hanyan, and Ru Xuan looked worried and were all transmitting messages to Su Zimo. Do not take this gamble!

Once they lose, their little master becomes a follower of others, and neither they nor Bailianmen can bear.

What's more, the three of Nangong Ling really couldn't see Su Zimo had any hope of winning.

"How, dare you gamble?"

Sword no trace looked confident and asked with a smile.

"Hahahaha!"

Su Zimo laughed and said, "You can bet! But you don't need any three swords. In front of me, if you can pull out the sword, even if I lose!"

The words fell, Qun Xiu sounded!

Near the long street, the raven is silent!

These words were arrogant, but everyone heard in their ears, but they felt a kind of vision and shocking spirit!

Who would dare to say such a thing in front of Jian Wuzhen?

Is Ye Tiancheng dare to top the vision list?

The second vision list, Yan Mo dare!

Yuan Yingzheng, a continent, who counts one, who dares?

Someone dare!

"you!"

The sword narrowed his eyes without a trace, the cold light surging.

This time, he was so angry that he whispered, "You, so brave ..."

"kill!"

The sword disappeared without a word, and Su Zimo interrupted with a loud drink!

Range mystery, thunder kill!

After practicing "Purple Electricity", Lei Yin's killing power is even better than before.

The monks watching nearby felt the whole body shake, the ground trembling, and sand and stones flying.

It can be imagined that the sword directly opposite has no trace, and what kind of shock it has withstood!

This loud drink, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, exploded in the ears of the sword without a trace, shaking his ears and making his scalp tingle!

But the sword without a trace can kill third in the vision list, is it easy?

He has rich experience in fighting and killing, and he has realized for the first time that this is Su Zimo's outburst of mysterious range!

Huh!

The sword is running without trace of blood, and there is a sound of screaming qi in the body!

There are some super-religious gates on the continent, some of them are very famous, such as Xianmen Liuli Palace, Momen Overlord Hall, and Buddha's King Kong Temple.

In fact, Jianzong's refining technique is also extremely tyrannical!

Tempering the flesh with sword gas, in the process of continuous tearing and repair, the flesh and blood has become extremely powerful and sharp!

The body of monk Jianzong, practicing to the limit, will be mixed with Jianqi's sharpness in his blood.

Fingers are like swords. Sword fingers can be used to cut off the magic weapon!

Sword running blood without a trace, just after eliminating the negative effects of Lei Yinsha, I felt that a cyan figure was rolling over!

"court death!"

The sword sneered without a trace, and the backhand was going to pull the sword from the shoulder!

He was too familiar with this sword-drawing action.

It can be said that after worshiping Jianzong, the first sword practice is how to draw a sword!

Even in the sleep, even if the Six Senses are confined, the sword can be pulled out of the sword for the first time.

This has become his instinct!

However, his long sword had just been pulled out half, and was actually pressed back by a pair of big hands!

Hum!

The sound of Jianming just came to an abrupt halt!

The sword is back!

He is fast.

Su Zimo is faster!

The blue shadow flickered, and Su Zimo had already bullied himself, and he was not far from him!

boom! boom! boom!

In desperation, the sword can only be left bare-handed and fight against Su Zimo!

But then, the sword disappeared, his face changed greatly, and he almost couldn't bear it.

Su Zimo's body is too strong!

The fist and palm of the sword disappeared, as if hitting the cold and hard rock.

After three or two moves, his hands are already purple and blue!

Below this distance, Jian Wu has no chance to consolidate the final decision.

Su Zimo's offensive was as dense as rain, suffocating!

The sword clenched his teeth without trace, his eyes were red. Regardless of the palm of Su Zimo's hand, he pulled back the long sword on his shoulder and was ready to suffer a loss.

But Su Zimo's palm stroked his chest, then stepped forward, and patted him on the shoulder!

Cangjie!

The long sword just came out of the sheath and was shot back by Su Zimo's palm again!

"you……"

The sword was shaking with no trace of gas, but it was helpless.

He kept backing, trying to pull out the space and pull out the long sword, but Su Zimo pressed hard, like the bone of the cheekbones, and gave him no chance at all!

In a blink of an eye, the two sides have fought dozens of tricks!

During this period, Swordless wanted to pull out the long sword several times, but all were blocked by Su Zimo!

And his own hands, arms, and the collision with Su Zimo, it was already red and swollen, almost to break!

despair!

In the heart of the disappearance of the sword, there is only a piece of despair!

There is no chance of counterattack at all!

If he continues to fight, his long sword is not pulled out, and his whole body will be broken!

There has never been a fight, and he has fallen to this situation, losing so thoroughly!

pressing!

Rolling all the way!

Until you can't pull the sword!

Thanks for the words, the fruit of the midsummer, the front, the heart is like water, and where the fall falls, the reward is given ~

(End of this chapter)