Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 218 Escape!

On the ground, hundreds of monks at the Blood Raven Palace have flocked in.

Wenxuan and Elder Yu were trapped in midair and could not pull away.

Today's situation is very clear. Disciples of Wu Feng have only one way to escape!

And not much time is left for them.

Once Wenxuan and Elder Yu couldn't support them, they would face not only hundreds of foundation-building monks, but also Jin Dan's real man.

"Come on!"

Qin Yu, the head of the inheritance disciple, shouted loudly, and did not dare to stay longer, but fled after turning around.

Ji Chengtian, another inheritance disciple, was close behind.

Many of the Fengfeng disciples walked along with the imperial sword, scattered and fled towards the outside of Dongling Valley.

"Brother, Sister Leng, run away!"

The fat man looked tense, sweaty, and greeted him.

Nodded softly.

The two subconsciously looked at Su Zimo.

At this point, Su Zimo squinted his eyes, exuding cold killing intentions, and the best flying sword hovered in the palm of his hand, trembling.

Of course, Su Zimo also knows that the wisest thing is to escape as far as possible.

But he was unwilling!

"You go first, I'll kill this man!"

Su Zimo's sleeve robe fluttered, and the best flying sword in his palm shone with four auras of light, dazzling, stunned, and broke away, and went straight to the distant Feng Hao Yu.

"boom!"

At the same time, Su Zimo stepped forward with his left foot, and stepped heavily on the ground. His legs were full of strength, and the whole person ran like a **** foal, running wildly, leaving behind a series of figures.

"Ok?"

Feng Haoyu felt an extremely sharp edge, such as thorns on his back, the air was torn, making a weird weird sound.

Feng Haoyu's brows were so frowning that she couldn't think much about it. She turned the flying sword and operated the secret sword technique.

call out!

The sword trembled and sank into the void.

Due to the fast speed, this top-grade Feijian almost merged into the void, becoming void and transparent, hard to detect.

In the sword technique, Feng Haoyu did far better than Su Zimo.

"when!"

Feng Haoyu's flying sword came first, and actually blocked Su Zimo's flying sword, and Mars shot.

"Need a flying sword!"

Feng Haoyu noticed the four spirit patterns on Su Zimo's flying sword, and her eyes became hot, passing a trace of greed.

"Feng Haoyu, give me your life!"

Su Zimo's voice sounded, like a thunder on the ground, the entire popularity was dazzling, killing, and carrying an unparalleled trend, and came!

Feng Haoyu's look changed dramatically.

"Su Zimo, dare ..."

Feng Haoyu did not expect that Su Zimo had no choice but to run away, even daring to rush up to hundreds of monks!

Su Zimo naturally also knew that he could not compare to Feng Haoyu in the technique of imperial sword.

Even if he has the best flying sword, he can only tie up with Feng Haoyu at most.

Therefore, Su Zimo sacrificed flying swords just to attract Feng Haoyu's attention.

The real killing trick is still behind!

Today, the distance between Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu is less than five steps.

Within five steps, even if Feng Haoyu is building a foundation, he must also hate it!

boom!

Su Zimo made a backhand punch, and his right arm crossed a huge arc in the air, using the punch as a mark to blast the air, and a loud noise came out.

Feng Haoyu had no time to dodge, crushing the amulet in his hand the first time.

A mask rose.

boom!

Da Yin smashed on the mask with the utmost ferocity.

Click!

The second-order amulet 箓 was even shattered by Su Zimo's punch!

hiss!

Feng Haoyu took a breath of air, her pupils contracted sharply.

Su Zimo looked indifferent, his eyes flickered with Morin's murderous power, stepped forward, and punched again.

This fist directly blocked all the ways Feng Haoyu could escape!

Feng Haoyu turned sharply, and his back tossed out, surprisingly stretching out a pair of huge wings.

This pair of wing is different from the real wing.

This mystery is another major mystery of Wu Feng-Wings of Ethereal!

Ethereal Wings can be regarded as a supplementary means.

This means that the monk-builder can be vacated from the ground just like Jin Dan's real person without any foreign objects!

The misty wings are much more flexible than the monk's sword flight. If used properly, the overall strength of the monk will be greatly improved.

In this situation, Feng Haoyu turned and ran away, running on the ground, and absolutely could not escape Su Zimo's pursuit.

If the Royal Sword flies, it is also necessary to sacrifice the Flying Sword, a little slower.

Only by condensing the misty wings will it be possible to escape from birth!

Woohoo!

The wings flap, and Feng Haoyu rises into the air, galloping towards the sky.

This change was completely beyond Su Zimo's expectations.

The fist in front of him was about to be defeated, and Su Zimo stepped on both feet with the help of a huge rebound force.

Crackling!

At the same time, Su Zimo's bones and bones screamed in unison, his right arm suddenly rose a foot, turned his fists into palms, and grasped Feng Haoyu's back.

Stab it!

Blood filled.

"what!"

A scream came in the air.

On Feng Haoyu's left leg, a large piece of flesh was ripped off by Su Zimo, exposing the bones inside, shocking!

At this moment, if Feng Haoyu's response is slower, it is enough to dig out his heart!

Su Zimo's figure landed.

Feng Haoyu flickered with misty wings, her face pale, and her sweat was cold.

Feng Haoyu fled to the young man in the blood robe, panting with a big mouth, and looked back with a guilty conscience.

At this time, hundreds of base-building monks in the Blood Raven Palace have rushed up, and many flying swords and spirits have poured down.

Feng Haoyu not only has a young man in a blood robe, but also a Jin Danjing spirit demon.

It is unrealistic to try to smash Feng Haoyu in the past.

Su Zimo gritted his teeth and pulled back.

call out!

The Need for Flying Sword penetrated the void and returned to Su Zimo while chopping a monk under the sword.

boom!

As soon as a monk rushed up, Su Zimo smashed his body with a punch, his flesh burst, and he died on the spot.

Wow!

Su Zimo carried the blood, and there was a terrifying sound of tide in the body, surging and horrifying.

Among the vast crowd, Su Zimo is like an ancient demon, fierce and aggressive.

Puff puff!

Su Zimo stepped forward and leaned forward.

Many monks standing in front of him were crowded on the spot, flesh and blood flew left, leaving a fragment of corpse and blood flowing into the river.

Su Zimo stepped on the bones and walked on the blood river, and the whole person was like a **** of killing, and he was killed outside Dongling Valley.

"Ok?"

Not far away, the bloodrobe youth's eyes fell on Su Zimo, and he uttered a cuff, revealing curiosity in his eyes.

"Good blood, interesting. Who is this person?"

Asked the young man in the blood robe.

Feng Haoyu swallowed, and Shen said, "This man is Su Zimo. It was this man who killed the young master slave outside Linfeng City."

"Finally found him."

The young man in the blood robe smiled, and said leisurely: "It is a pity if these bloodlines are killed directly. I want to make him my blood slave, and he will serve me for my life!

(End of this chapter)