Chapter 219: Beheading and building the foundation

Chapter 219: Beheaded and Founded
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Not far away, a scream came.
The blood-eyed crow, which originally circled in the sky, flapped its wings, wrapped around with demon anger, rushed down, surrounded everyone in the peak, and constantly bite!
The strength of each blood-eyed crow is a spirit demon who builds a base!
This is an extremely scary force that cannot be ignored.
Whenever a disciple of Feng Feng orders, he will be swallowed up by many blood-eyed crows in the blink of an eye, leaving only one with a slender bone.
Soon, there were only dozens of disciples left.
All disciples, except Su Zimo, have died!
Qin Yu and Ji Chengtian, two inheritance disciples, were embarrassed and screamed and screamed and directed.
With the efforts of the two, they gathered dozens of disciples together, exerted flying swords, spirits, and runes, and woven a defensive barrier, temporarily blocking the blood-eyed crow.
However, the difference in strength between the two sides is too great!
The blood-eyed crow is endless, covering the sky and continually impacting the defensive barrier formed by the disciples of Feng Feng.
Qin Yu's crowd seemed to be walking in the mud, the speed was extremely slow, and they got deeper and deeper.
After a while, when Qin Yu and others are unable to sustain their aura, or if a slight flaw is exposed, the entire defense barrier will burst into pieces.
The remaining dozens will be reduced to blood in the mouth of the blood pressure crow.
This is a complete slaughter!
With Elder Chen and Feng Haoyu as the internal response, the Blood Raven Palace made a clear understanding of the monk's strength during the trip, and carefully planned out such a trap.
The Blood Raven Palace simply did not give the opportunity to the Feng Feng crowd.
You know, the young man in the blood robe and the Jin Dan Jingling behind him are still watching, and have not shot.
Once the two shot, the last glimmer of hope for all the people in Li Feng will be extinguished!
Today, the monks of Wu Feng, except to become the blood slaves of the blood robe youth, no one can leave this place!
At this time, the young man in the blood robe looked at Su Zimo who was fighting in the crowd, nodded again and again, and became more satisfied.
"Not bad."
The young man in the blood robe said with a smile: "This monk is worthy of becoming my blood slave. Follow me and fight in the ancient battlefield!"
"Sir, do you want your subordinates to take this son?"
Jin Fei, the spirit demon standing behind the young man in the blood robe, looked coldly and asked, looking down.
The young man in the blood robe shook his hand and smiled, "Don't worry, look again, I'm curious, where is the limit of Su Zimo and how long it can last."
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On the battlefield.
There were four successful monks standing side by side, blocking Su Zimo's way.
boom! boom! boom!
There were sounds in the bodies of the four, and veins of spirits appeared on the surface of the body, mapped out across the robes.
Two pulses build the foundation, one pulse builds the foundation, and the last one actually builds the pulse!
It seems ridiculous that the monks who got through the veins to target a mid-foundation period.
Now, there are four monks who have opened their veins, and one of them is the foundation of the three veins!
A monk who opens a spiritual vein has far more spiritual power in his body than Su Zimo, let alone a monk who built three spiritual veins.
Positively, Su Zimo could not be a four-player opponent.
In addition, the four monks of open veins cooperated with each other, and spiritual art and flying sword intertwined a net of heaven and earth, blocking Su Zimo's way.
Su Zimo couldn't rush.
Suck! Suck! Suck!
suddenly!
Su Zimo opened his mouth wide and inhaled sharply. The huge air flow tore his throat, and a tingling came from him.
Su Zimo's chest bulged high, and the air around him was almost sucked dry!
Anaconda Eclipse!
At the same time, Su Zimo's left and middle thumbs are interlocked, forming a weird handprint, and the spiritual power runs madly.
Although the power of Fu Moyin is strong, it consumes too much spiritual power.
With this style running out, Su Zimo had almost no spiritual power left, so he only dragged it off until now.
"Fu Mo Yin!"
A huge golden palm descended from the sky, with clear lines on the palms, exuding magnificent golden light, breaking through the heavy fog, squeezing the bodies of many passing blood-eyed crows.
"Ok?"
The four monks with open veins narrowed their eyes and instantly felt the power of this fingerprint.
But the four were extremely calm.
From their eyesight, they can naturally judge that although the power of this type of fingerprint is strong, Su Zimo's body has too little spiritual power.
Did not really exert the power of Fu Moyin.
With the power of the four of them, after joining hands, you can easily break the Fu Mo Yin!
"Fei Xianjue!"
"Tianduquan!"
"Silver frost is broken!"
"Finger finger!"
The four exploded at the same time, striking the golden palms falling from the sky, and slamming into the past.
At that moment, Su Zimo opened his mouth and shouted.
"kill!"
The thunder sounded like a thunder, and it exploded in the crowd.
The rest of the monks moved slightly.
The four open-pulse monks on the front are trembling, their spiritual powers are almost disintegrating, and the power of spiritual skills is naturally difficult to reach its peak.
This is Thunder Kill.
Surprisingly, the power of sound bursts out instantly, and you can beat your opponent into a mess.
In fact, at this time, Su Zimo, due to his physical limitations, was unable to exert the true power of Thunder Kill.
Rumble!
The golden palm fell down and collided with the four spirits. There was a loud noise, but it was not defeated in the first time.
Huh!
A bizarre emergence of Jianguang exudes icy murderous power, stabbing from the side of the four monks.
On the sword, four spirit patterns flashed.
Su Zimo's Ultimate Flying Sword!
In fact, when Fu Moyin and Lei Yinsha broke out at the same time, Su Zimo's flying sword had already been shot.
The first two styles are just the hole cards on the bright side. The real kill is the last flying sword!
puff! puff! puff!
Three consecutive beeps.
The necks of the three monks were penetrated.
Blood flowers flashed.
The three looked terrified, desperately covering their wounds with their hands, but blood continued to gush outwards, making it difficult to contain.
The three felt that the vital energy in the body was passing by quickly, and their eyes were dim.
You know, this sword not only pierced the three people's throats, the sword's extremely strong sword gas, but also cut off the aorta of the three people!
This is tantamount to cutting off the skull from the neck!
thump!
The three fell to the ground one after the other, with their eyes staring round, their bodies twitching, and the blood flowing under them stained the land.
Of the four, only the three-veined base-builder escaped the robbery.
But after this encounter, the man was so frightened that he retreated aside and looked at Su Zimo's eyes full of horror.
He wouldn't have imagined it without his own experience.
A middle-aged monk, with many mysterious killing tricks, killed the Kaimai monks here!
If such a person waits for him to cultivate to the realm of building foundations, how terrible will his combat power become?
(End of this chapter)