Chapter 33: Strong crackdown

Chapter 33 Strong Repression
The moment Su Zimo cut off the head of King Yan, the Chinese military officer in the hall was panicked. Someone rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot. Someone fled outside without looking back.
Among the fleeing crowd, although a military attache showed horror, his eyes deepened with excitement.
The man ran to the corner outside the palace, and immediately came over an ordinary-looking soldier. The man whispered: "You go out of the palace quickly, and the flying pigeon passes the book to Lord Luo, the king of the dead is dead. Big things can happen! "
"Get orders!"
The soldier quickly walked outside the palace and disappeared into the crowd in a blink of an eye.
On the hall, Su Zimo carried a long knife in his right hand, and the head of Yan King was hanging around his waist. He was about to rush outside, and suddenly he heard a screeching cry, "Who dares to come to the palace!"
Su Zimo looked back.
The speaker and Su Zimo both froze.
The speaker had a thin cheek, was wearing a wide robe, and his left arm sleeve was empty. He was a one-armed man.
This man was in the Canglang Mountain by Su Zimo, and he lost his arm, and the eighth-tier Qiqi practitioner who rejoiced in his death!
"It's you?"
The one-armed qishi recognized Su Zimo at a glance, and the fierceness in his eyes instantly turned into panic.
Although the injuries on his body have stabilized these days, he is often awakened by nightmares every night. The savage who is even more terrible and terrifying than the spirit beast in the Wolf Range, like the same nightmare, is lingering.
Su Zimo laughed out of his eyes and said quietly, "It's you!"
"You stop him, I'll send a message to Zongmen!"
Feeling Su Zimo's murderous intention, the one-armed practitioner had no thought of resistance at all, and shouted, the imperial flying sword, fled in the direction it was before.
One-armed practitioners know Su Zimo's weaknesses.
If he wanted to escape from Su Zimo, he had to fly with a sword. The height of the palace was limited. He was worried that he could not escape from Su Zimo's attack range.
Only by escaping to the sky and the sea can it survive.
Su Zimo slipped under his feet, his body rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, when he came to a practitioner, his hand turned into a punch.
boom!
The man's spirit had just been sacrificed, and Su Zimo punched his head with a punch, and the corpse was spotted!
After realizing that the foal had passed, Su Zimo burst out faster and more easily.
Once the Qiqi Shi was approached by Su Zimo, it meant death.
"disease!"
The only eight-layer Qiqi practitioner in the hall controlled Xiapin Spirit, and flew towards Su Zimo. A brilliant brilliance flashed on the Spirit Wheel.
The spirit pattern is shining, the power of the magic weapon is greatly increased, and the speed is greatly increased!
Su Zimo didn't look at it either, and he slashed it with his backhand.
Click!
The long knife broke, and the roulette was shocked by an astonishing force, and the speed was greatly reduced. Su Zimo reached out his palm and floated on the roulette. The roll was shaken, and the roulette had fallen into his hands.
And from the beginning to the end, Su Zimo's footsteps did not stop. He ran into the arms of another practitioner, bursting out with all his strength, and leaning closer to him!
boom!
The person was instantly disintegrated, suddenly exploded in mid-air, split to pieces, his limbs were broken with arms flying, and flesh flew.
Within a few breaths, Su Zimo rushed out of the siege of a few practitioners and went straight to the broken arm practitioners to kill them.
The broken-arm practice qishi escaped very fast. While he was flying the sword, he lowered his head and worked the book, not knowing what was being written.
At the moment when the broken-arm practicer escaped from the palace, he threw the things in his hands into the sky.
Su Zimo looked carefully. In the air was a palm-sized white paper crane, lifelike, with a flash of aura on it, fluttering a few wings, and flew to the distance, and disappeared in an instant.
Su Zimo guessed vaguely that this white paper crane might be the Fuyu of the cultivation world and a means of communication.
Even if he knew, Su Zimo couldn't stop it.
The speed of the broken arm training Qi Shi Yu Jian is also not as fast as Su Zimo. Such a delay will almost be overtaken by Su Zimo!
This man was terrified, running aura madly, poured into the flying sword under his feet, and picked up on the sword body, galloping towards the sky.
"Last chance for you to escape last time. Today, you stay with me!"
Seeing the broken arm training Qishi going to the sky, Su Zimo sighed, and then just took the roulette he just captured, and flung it up!
Whoo!
The roulette turns into a streamer, cuts through the void, the wind roars, and makes a breathtaking sound.
Although the two were in the sky and one on the ground, they were not far away.
Broken arm practitioners are too late to avoid it.
Between the electric light and the flint, the broken arm driller gritted his teeth and fell in disregard of his body shape. He controlled the flying sword under his feet and wanted to block the roulette coming over.
when!
The sword wheel collided and Mars splashed.
The broken arm practitioners suddenly changed color, and the aura attached to his flying sword broke up instantly!
The flying sword was hit by the roulette, lost control, and shot back at a faster speed!
puff!
Fei Jian was submerged, and was interrupting the lower abdomen of the Qiqi Shi, where the Qiqi Shi's lifeline was, where Qihai was.
The broken sea of ​​air is equivalent to abolishing his decades of penance.
The broken arm practitioner fell from the air and fell heavily to the ground. The dust rose, and a crackling sound sounded in his body.
The broken-arm practice Qishi had a pale face, spitting blood in his mouth, watching Su Zimo approaching step by step, flashing endless resentment in his eyes, his face stunned, and he laughed wildly: "You're done! I just notified Zongmen just now , It won't be long before monks from the base will come to kill you! You will come down to accompany me soon, ha ha ha ha! "
"Oh?"
Su Zimo frowned, and said, "So, are there no monks in Wangcheng?"
Broken arm training Qishi stunned.
"Thank you for your news. It seems that Su Zimo should not die, and King Yan City can't stop me!"
Su Zimo looked indifferent, took a step forward, stepped on the head of a broken arm training Qishi, took off the person's storage bag and rushed out.
If there is a monk in the city of Kings, with the help of other practitioners, plus the guard of the city of Kings, and the banned army of King Yan, it is very difficult for Su Zimo to leave King Yan City alive.
This is because the monk Zhuji differed from the qishi by a great realm. This is a qualitative leap, and the power that erupted was strong enough to kill Su Zimo.
But without the foundation monk, even if the ten-story successful practitioners shot, the threat to Su Zimo would be much smaller.
"You must kill it as soon as possible!"
Su Zimo said secretly.
If he delays too long in Wangcheng, and waits for the Xiujizong monk to arrive, he will still fall into a hard battle and cannot escape.
Yan King's forbidden army lined up in a large rectangular array, holding a spear, rushed forward without fear of death, and looked at it densely.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Tens of thousands of embargoes roared in unison, deafening, a huge momentum sweeping over, almost drowning Su Zimo.
These embargoes are absolutely loyal to the King of Yan and have a firm will. Even though Su Zimo has the mighty power to slay Qiqi Shi, they have no fear and have not flinched.
The eyes of each embargo were as sharp as a sword, with a cold look and a strong intention to kill.
Tens of thousands of embargoes gathered together, and a powerful and unshakable will broke out, shaking the mind!
This is the power of one country!
Under the shroud of such huge momentum and will of terror, coming to practice as a qishi has long been scared of courage and timidity without a fight.
But Su Zimo's look remained unchanged, but the light in his eyes became more and more shining!
Su Zimo took a long breath and ran the python's eclipse. His chest bulged high, and he seemed to have to spit the sun and the moon. He paused and opened his mouth.
"what!"
Su Zimo shouted.
A huge air flow spewed out of Su Zimo's mouth, the voice was loud and high, and it penetrated through the gold cracked stone, instantly covering up the shouts of tens of thousands of embargoes.
Many of the embargoes showed pain, their weapons fell in their hands, and their hands covered their ears.
In the Canglang Mountains, Su Zimo once witnessed that when a spirit demon roared, he shattered the body of a weak little beast.
Although his howling is not that lethal, it is also an astonishing power that no ordinary person can withstand.
"Boom!"
Su Zimo stepped forward, the ground trembled, the green bricks burst, and the sand and stones splashed.
"King Yan is dead, who dare stop me!"
At this moment, Su Zimo, like the ancient demon possessed by the ancients, was fierce and aggressive, as if to destroy the world, almost instantly, the momentum of the tens of thousands of embargoes was suppressed!
Many King Yan's forbidden soldiers were soft, pale, and dazed, and fell to the ground. The army was in a mess, and the powerful momentum that had just condensed was swept away, with a faint defeat.
And at this moment, Su Zimo laughed loudly, and was arrogant!
The husband in the mouth of King Yan strongly suppresses the power of a country!
Thanks for the waves, the rebellious reward ~
(End of this chapter)