Eternal Sacred King Chapter 32: Slay the King

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“Not good!”

The Qi practitioners sitting on either side of King Yan stood up with a loud noise, and their expressions changed drastically.

Extremely dangerous!

In an instant, this seemingly weak scholar seemed to have changed into a different person, and the aura he exuded made the four Qi practitioners feel terrified.

This is still the case for Qi practitioners, and the others in the hall are even more unbearable. Some civil servants are so frightened that they slumped on the ground, feces and urine flowing.

“Boom!”

Su Zimo stepped on the ground with both feet and made a loud noise. The ground made of gold bricks cracked a huge gap, and the bottom was like a dark hell, exuding a gloomy aura.

The whole palace shook violently, the dust fell, and it seemed that the sky was about to collapse, and the momentum was terrifying!

If you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed that the scene in front of you was the work of human beings.

And Su Zimo has disappeared in place, like a gallant horse, rushing forward, almost in the blink of an eye, before coming to King Yan.

Fast, too fast!

The position where Su Zimo was standing was at least ten feet away from King Yan, but everyone only felt that the sight of King Yan and Su Zimo were already close at hand.

At this time, the four Qi practitioners beside King Yan had just taken out the spiritual tool from the storage bag.

The reactions of the two sides were completely different by one level!

Until this time, the people in the hall understood the meaning of Su Zimo’s words just now.

Although he is ten feet away from King Yan, for Su Zimo, it is only a few feet away.

Within a short distance, even if you have the power of the whole country, you can’t compete with a single person!

“You, what are you doing!”

King Yan was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, his soul flew away, his eyes were full of horror, and he stepped back subconsciously.

Su Zimo’s expression was cold, and he casually hit the crown on King Feiyan’s head.

Su Zimo took a step forward, stretched out his palm, grabbed King Yan’s hair, and picked him up abruptly!

“Ah!”

King Yan cried out in pain, his scalp was almost pulled off by Su Zimo, his forehead was sweaty, and his hands and feet were cold.

“Mortal, you dare!”

“Quickly release King Yan, or you will surely die!”

Of the four qi trainers, two control a flying sword, another controls a long sword, and the last one controls a sharp-edged roulette.

Of the four spiritual tools, only the roulette wheel has a spiritual pattern, which is a low-grade spiritual tool. The other three are pseudo-spiritual tools, floating in mid-air, aiming at the vital points of Su Zimo’s body, waiting for an opportunity.

Su Zimo turned a blind eye, grabbed King Yan’s hair and took a few steps back, pulling out a long knife lying across the shelf behind him.

Kurah!

The sound of the sharp blade unsheathed resounded in the hall, and the reverberation continued, making it creepy.

Su Zimo put the long knife in his hand horizontally and stuck it on King Yan’s neck.

King Yan could even feel the chill brought by the blade, and in an instant, the hairs on his body stood up.

“My name is Su Zimo, you remember.” Su Zimo’s voice sounded, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, but made King Yan panic.

“Su Zimo, do you know that there are 100,000 people in the Imperial City Imperial Army plus the guards, plus the cultivation sect behind me, you can’t escape even if you put your wings on it!”

After all, King Yan is the ruler of a country. When his life was hanging by a thread, he tried his best to calm down and forcibly suppressed his fear. He gritted his teeth and said, “Why don’t I make a deal with you…”

“Hehe.”

Su Zimo smiled.

Hearing this laughter, King Yan’s heart gradually sank to the bottom.

He realized that Su Zimo’s killing intent had been decided!

“Hey!”

At this moment, the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air came from King Yan’s ear, and the speed was extremely fast.

“A Qi trainer has taken action!” King Yan was overjoyed.

As long as the Qi practitioner can kill Su Zimo with one sword, he still has a chance to survive.

The Qi trainer who shot was standing behind Su Zimo, and the distance between the two was too close, less than ten feet.

This flying sword stabbed in the blind spot of Su Zimo’s sight, like a stream of light, coming to the back of Su Zimo’s head in an instant.

The eyes of the other three Qi practitioners lit up.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce the back of Su Zimo’s head, Su Zimo didn’t turn his head back, as if he had eyes on his back, and suddenly threw his arms behind his head, looking soft and slumped, flying there. The sword rolled gently.

“Huh?”

The expression of the Qi trainer who shot out changed, and he found that he had lost control of the flying sword.

Qi trainers control the flying sword by using their own aura to wrap around the flying sword, like an arm, which can attack and defend.

But how powerful is the ox tongue curling blade?

Under the scroll, the aura on the flying sword was instantly dissipated.

Su Zimo throws a backhand!

Pfft!

The flying sword penetrated the Qi practitioner’s chest, bringing out a gleam of blood, castrated unabated, and slammed into the wall of the hall fiercely, the blood-stained sword body trembling.

The whole process is slow, but it is very fast.

It took less than a breath of time from the time the Qi practitioner took action to when he was pierced by a sword!

This man’s expression was sluggish, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He looked down at Gu Gu’s **** chest, his eyes were slack, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

“Hi!”

The remaining three Qi practitioners took a breath of cold air, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps, trying to distance themselves from Su Zimo as much as possible.

If Su Zimo’s sword was thrown at one of them, no one would be able to escape.

The speed of that sword completely exceeded their reaction.

“Go and notify Brother Liu of your support!”

One of the three Qi practitioners looked terrified and ran to the back of the main hall in a hurry. He disappeared in a blink of an eye~IndoMTL.com~ These few breaths seemed like a hundred years to King Yan.

Failed!

Even the Qi trainer failed.

The long knife on King Yan’s neck never left an inch from beginning to end.

Su Zimo bowed his head slightly and whispered in King Yan’s ear: “Zhao Qian, you know, the moment I stepped into the palace, you were already a dead person. When I said I wanted to kill you, Shangqiongbi fell down. Huang Quan, no one can save you.”

In the empty hall, there is no sound!

It seems that everyone is captured by the momentum of one person, and they are silent.

Su Zimo’s voice was not loud, very soft, very soft, very calm, as if he was chatting with King Yan, but everyone could feel the terrifying killing intent behind this voice!

King Yan was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his teeth collided and rattled.

“Zhao Qian, don’t be afraid, just a knife, no pain.”

Su Zimo’s eyes were cold, and he said word by word: “I’ll take you on the road, go down and apologize to my parents!”

Pfft!

The blood flashed, King Yan Dou Da’s head was chopped off by Su Zimo and held in his hands.

King Yan stared at him until he died, and his eyes were full of fear. In fact, even without Su Zimo’s knife, King Yan would have been scared to death.

I’m scared to death!

Blood spurted out and splashed on his cheeks, Su Zimo was unaware.

Tart Tart Tart!

Outside the palace, there were dense footsteps, and King Yan’s Imperial Army had arrived.

Su Zimo tied King Yan’s **** head to his waist, looked around, shook the long knife in his hand, murderous, and said coldly: “King Yan is dead, whoever stops me, kill Wushe!”

       

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