Chapter 143: Zhongpin Spirit Mine

Chapter 143 Zhongpin Spirit Mine
puff!
With a crisp sound, blood flashed.
Just when Lu Yangrong turned around, his head was pierced by a flying sword, and the corpse was on the spot!
Fei Jian kept going, and continued to stab at the next few people. Su Zimo was the first.
Su Zimo's consciousness had already warned, and he took out the Hanyue Sword for the first time, slashed it with his backhand, and chopped it on the oncoming flying sword, smashing it.
The speed of this sword is too fast.
If Su Zimo would use the flying sword to resist, he had to sacrifice the sword array, but it took a little longer to deploy the sword array, and he couldn't cope with the sudden situation in front of him.
Lu Yangrong's blood splashed into Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
With the exception of Su Zimo, the remaining three were all on the spot, with horror in their eyes.
Even with a soft heart, her look was a little flustered at this time.
Everyone couldn't imagine it. The person who just talked to you with a smile just now turned into a body!
Huh! Huh!
Two more swords flashed, the target pointed directly at Su Zimo and Guan Jin.
At this time, Guan Jin was stupid in his place, and Fu Fu, who was holding in his palm, did not crush it for the first time.
Su Zimo reached out his palm, dragged it behind him, and whispered, "Rewind!"
when! when!
Su Zimo backhanded two knives and shook off the two flying swords that had been stabbed again.
The strength of these two swords is not small. The people who shot them are at least the early stage of building the foundation!
The situation changed, and Lu Yangrong and Guan Jin's previous speculations were all nullified.
In this spiritual mine, there are at least three monks who build foundations, and these three people do not care about any peaks at all.
Until then, Guan Jinsan reacted.
Guan Jin crushed the amulet 箓 for the first time, and a light curtain shrouded around him, with the two gentle and fat people quickly withdrawing to the outside.
There was a sound of ragged clothes in the depths of the entrance. Listening to the sound, there were many people!
Seeing Fei Jian unable to kill Su Zimo and others, the people inside chased him.
Su Zimo pulled back while drawing a bow.
Long before Wufeng Yuyi, Su Zimo had already transformed Hanyue Sword and Blood Crystal Bow into sublime artifacts.
In a blink of an eye, the three sharp arrows were already wound.
call out! call out! call out!
Three cold lights submerged into the darkness of the cave entrance, and the sound of sharp arrows sounded.
"Ah! Ah!"
Two screams came and another sharp arrow was blocked.
"Everyone be careful!"
Deep inside the mouth, a man said something.
In this small hole, there was not much room for the monks to dodge, and Su Zimo's bow and arrows caused considerable injuries.
After running hard, Su Zimo saw a few people again.
When they came outside, a few people were shocked.
I saw Fang flying out of the crowd of blood-eyed crows above everyone's heads, at this time they were attacking around the cranes and tigers, constantly biting.
After all, Xiaohe is a spirit demon, and under the siege of the blood-eyed crow, he can still protect himself.
But Linghu didn't know how to fly. He was wounded in many places, and he kept roaring in the same place.
"Ice Wind!"
Seeing this scene coldly, he stabbed Ling Jue with a whisper, and pointed to the air.
A gust of cold wind rushed out of the sky, passing over the blood-eyed crows. Many crows were covered with a layer of frost, and they fell and fell to the ground.
This is the power of magic!
Because of his cold shot, Xiaohe rushed out of the siege and gasped slightly.
It stayed in Zongmen all year round, where he had seen such killings.
"Sit on Xiaohe and leave here for a while!"
Su Zimo said quickly.
"Hahahaha!"
At this moment, there was an arrogant laughter deep in the mouth of the cave.
A group of people walked out of the mouth of the cave. The head of the group, dressed in a gray robe, exclaimed: "None of you can get away today, leave me here!"
"Late foundation!"
The fat man's pupils contracted violently, exclaiming.
The talking gray robe monk turned out to be the late foundation period!
Among them, Lu Yangrong, the only one in the middle of the foundation, had already died in the mouth of the spiritual mine.
Not only that, but also a steady stream of practitioners came out of the hole, and at a glance, there were more than thirty people!
The terrible thing is that all of the more than thirty practitioners are base-building monks!
The monks who removed the gray robes were in the late foundation period, and nine of them were in the middle foundation period, and the rest were in the early foundation period.
"It's over!"
Guan Jin looked at the more than thirty monks who surrounded them.
The fat man was holding a giant axe in one hand, and holding a flying sword in one hand, his expression was tense.
The tender Feijian hung in front of him. Although his look was cold, his hands were all sweaty.
Of the four people present, only Su Zimo was calm and looked around.
"We are Brother Feng Feng, who are you!" Guan Jin took a deep breath and asked Li Li insatiably.
"Ha ha."
The monk headed by the gray robe chuckled, his eyes were full of mockery, and raised his eyebrows: "Is Qiufeng amazing? Yesterday, a disciple of Qiufeng didn't have long eyes and was killed by me!"
Sure enough, the Zongmen disciples who spread the letter were already dead.
As early as when Lu Yangrong died in Dongfu, Su Zimo realized that today's things are hard to do.
Guan Jin still had a glimmer of hope, and showed weakness first, saying, "Dear friends, what you are seeking is nothing more than a spirit mine in front of us. We Fengfeng give up, why not kill it."
"Furthermore, the spirit mine in front of me is just a spirit mine, which is useless to us, hehe." Guan Jinqiang laughed.
"Xia Pin Ling Mine?"
The monk in grey robe shook his head and sneered: "Correct one point, this is the Zhongpin spirit mine!"
"what?"
Guan Jin's look changed, and he finally realized why all the monks were present.
If it is a middle-class spirit mine, the attraction to the monks is enough!
If you know in advance that this is the Zhongpin Spirit Mine, the disciples sent by Feng Feng are definitely strong among the inner disciples, and may even be led by inheritance disciples!
Su Zimo never said a word, and stood on the sidelines.
He looked carefully. The thirty or so construction monks in front of him had different dresses, and had no identity tokens. They were obviously casual repairs.
What exactly brought this group of Sanxiu together to rob the spirit mine here?
The gray robe monk alone was afraid that he was not qualified.
Although powerful in the late foundation period, other people could not follow him to take risks and therefore offended Feng Feng.
Guan Jinqiang calmly, Shen said: "You friends, we have no concealment. We have already passed the case to Zong Men, and our monk will come soon ..."
"Oh, you were already a group of dead people at that time."
Before Guan Jin finished speaking, he was interrupted by the monk in grey robe.
Brother Grey Robe smiled and said, "And, when you Brother Monk Feng arrives, we have already left."
"Hahaha!"
The surrounding monks laughed wildly.
The monk in grey robe stared at Guan Jin's face, a quirky flash in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "And, Taoist, haven't you noticed any problems in your body?"
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(End of this chapter)