Su Zimo stepped in front of the skinny Qi Shishi, turned his hand to the ground splitting palm, and blasted towards the opposite door!
The emaciated Qi practitioner was very alert and reacted very quickly. Seeing Su Zimo dodging the flying sword, he took out a mirror from the cloth bag around his waist, and quickly squeezed a magic trick in his hand.
The mirror suddenly became larger and sparkled.
Su Zimo has long noticed that these cultivators have a small cloth bag hanging around their waists.
But Su Zimo is not surprised, these little cloth bags are obviously much weaker than Zhi Dieyue’s means of opening up a large training ground.
In a hurry, the emaciated Qi practitioner raised the mirror in his hand with one arm, covering it over his head,
Bang!
Kaka Kaka!
Su Zimo’s hand fell on the thin qi fighter’s mirror. First there was a loud noise, and then, cracks appeared on the mirror surface.
“Ah!”
The emaciated Qi practitioner screamed, his arm was instantly crushed by the force rebounded by the mirror, his muscles and bones shattered, and flesh and blood flew!
This time, the reason why Su Zimo dared to hit him with his bare hands.
On the one hand, it was because he noticed that the mirror was not offensive. On the other hand, when the other party offered the mirror, there was no aura on it.
As expected, the mirror was destroyed by Su Zimo’s palm, and the emaciated Qi practitioner almost died on the spot!
The emaciated Qi Practitioner fell to the ground, his face pale, and screamed: “Who are you, dare to interfere in the affairs of my Huanxi Sect!”
“The one who killed you!”
Su Zimo sneered, stepped forward, and was about to end the life of this emaciated Qi trainer.
At this moment, Su Zimo saw a strange flash in the bottom of the skinny Qi Shishi’s eyes.
“Huh? Not good!”
Su Zimo’s heart moved, and he quickly stepped back.
This is the first time Su Zimo has fought with a cultivator. He is extremely cautious, for fear that the other party has some tricks that he does not know and suddenly reveals.
Wow!
The emaciated Qi cultivator suddenly raised his palm, and a powder mist was scattered, exuding a faint fragrance.
But Su Zimo stepped back early and was not contaminated by the powder mist.
“Be careful, fellow Daoist, this is Acacia San, don’t inhale it!” The Huangshan woman’s voice came, soft and gentle, with a little anxiety.
Su Zimo frowned as he looked at the emaciated Qi practitioner hiding in the powder mist, and paused for a while.
If you wait for a while, the powder mist will naturally dissipate, without fear of threats, but Su Zimo can’t be wasted here, because there are three cultivators next to him.
Su Zimo turned decisively, gave up this person temporarily, and rushed towards the person behind him.
The man in the back saw that the thin Qi trainer had been beaten down by a single palm, and his face was pale with fright. He hurriedly controlled the flying sword and stabbed Su Zimo between the eyebrows with all his might!
On this flying sword, there is no flash of aura.
Su Zimo squinted his eyes, did not intend to dodge, maintained a swooping stance, stretched out his right hand, and gently placed it on the oncoming flying sword.
A roll, a shock, a pull!
Swoosh!
Although the flying sword did not break, it was thrown aside by Su Zimo and slanted into the soil.
The Qi trainer was shocked.
Even though what he controls is only an inflowing spirit tool, when has he ever seen someone who can pick up a spirit tool with his bare hands and be unscathed?
What kind of monster is this man?
After such a delay, Su Zimo has come to this person, his body is curled up, one knee seems to be kneeling but not kneeling, his hands are folded, and he lifts up!
Blood Ape Donates Fruit!
Bang!
This time, I just held the chin of the Qi practitioner.
There was a cracking sound from the man’s chin and neck bone, his head slammed back, slumped on his back, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were full of horror, and he had lost his breath.
There were still two Qi trainers left to besiege the Huangshan woman. Seeing this scene, she was instantly terrified.
Su Zimo stretched out his body and rushed to one of them, his left hand guarding his chest, his right hand clenching a fist, his tendons trembled, his flesh swelled, his fist was used as a seal, and he fell from the sky with a bang.
A large shadow shrouded the sky, obscuring the sun!
The Qi trainer was captured by Su Zimo’s aura, and his heart was torn apart. How dare he try to attack or resist, he turned around quickly, turned around and ran away.
Seeing that he was about to escape the envelope of the big seal above his head, the man was overjoyed.
At this moment, there was a trembling sound of bowstrings in his ears, which was heart-stopping.
Crash! collapse! collapse!
I saw Su Zimo stretched his tendons, his arms soared by an inch, the big seal slammed down, and instantly caught up with the Qi practitioner who was running for his life and landed on his Tianling cover.
Pfft!
After the head exploded, the power of the Great Seal still had enough power to directly smash the person’s body into pieces.
Seeing five dead and one wounded from the same sect, the only remaining Qi trainer was in a chaotic situation and was slightly absent-minded. The Huangshan woman ran the flying sword around her neck.
Dou Da’s head flew up, blood spurted out, and the headless corpse fell, twitching unconsciously.
The Huangshan woman was dripping with sweat. After beheading this person, her chest heaved and she was panting slightly, as if she had reached the limit of her physical strength.
Su Zimo turned around and looked at the emaciated Qi practitioner with a broken arm.
However, he found that this person took this opportunity to flee to a distance, pressing the wound with his right hand and stepping on a flying sword under his feet, walking through the high air, and will soon disappear into the jungle.
Su Zimo frowned.
At this time, if he went to catch up, it would be too late. Besides, even if he could catch up, Su Zimo would be helpless when this person was high in the sky.
Suddenly, Su Zimo discovered an Achilles heel.
He can’t fly.
If the Qi cultivator immediately flew with his sword and then fought with him, it meant that he could only be beaten passively and had no way to fight back.
After this fight, the night was getting darker, and the roar of the spirit beast could be vaguely heard in my ears, shaking the sky~IndoMTL.com~ Looking at the back of the thin Qi Practitioner hidden in the night, Su Zimo A look of worry flashed across his eyes.
The escape of this person is a disaster after all.
No one knows when this scourge will break out.
However, Su Zimo thought about it, now that night falls, it is the time when the spirit beasts and spirit demons come out to forage. The man’s broken arm exudes a strong **** aura, and he may not be able to walk out of the Canglang Mountains alive.
“Ow!”
The sound of the monkey’s cry interrupted Su Zimo’s contemplation.
The spirit monkey was bound by its limbs, jumping on the spot, shouting at Su Zimo, motioning him to quickly loosen the iron rings on its limbs.
“You stay honest, let you run around.”
It was rare for Su Zimo to see the monkey shriveled, so he deliberately left it aside, went to the bodies of those cultivators, took off six small cloth bags, and stuffed it into his arms without even looking at it.
Although he doesn’t understand, Su Zimo also realizes that this little cloth bag is somewhat famous.
Su Zimo leaned over and picked up a flying sword that had fallen to the ground.
The shape of this flying sword is somewhat unique. There is no hilt, only the blade, which is extremely sharp.
If you were an ordinary person, there would be nowhere to start.
But for Su Zimo, it has little effect.
Su Zimo held the sharp blade with his bare hands, came to the Spirit Monkey, aimed at the iron ring tied to the Spirit Monkey’s hand and slashed with force!
When!
Mars radiates.
A white mark appeared on the iron ring, but it did not break.
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
This flying sword can shatter even the Thunderbolt Sword, but it can’t cut through the iron ring on the monkey’s hand.
It’s a bit of a hassle.
Su Zimo vaguely felt that it was not that the flying sword was not sharp enough, but that the method he used was wrong.