Chapter 58: Darts through the heart

Chapter 58
Zhou Dingyun seemed to be greatly frightened. He stood up with a whistle, took a few steps back, palms toward the storage bag around his waist, squinted his eyes, and looked dignified.
"Calm, calm!"
Zhou Dingyun comforted himself: "I'm an eight-layer practitioner. I have been reborn compared to two years ago, and can still be scared by a scholar. What can Su Zimo know about a mortal?"
"Don't drink it?"
Su Zimo smiled slightly and shook his head: "If you don't drink, there will be no chance."
"Pretend!"
Zhou Dingyun shouted, patted his palm on the storage bag, and directly offered a flying sword, which was stimulated by his fingertips. He shot aura, and the flying sword was full of light.
Inferior artifact.
"disease!"
Zhou Dingyun's flying sword was in his hand, calming his mind instantly, pointing forward, the flying sword turned into a streamer, and stabbed in front of Su Zimo instantly!
Su Zimo did not move, as the old monk was settled.
Fei Jiandun was at Su Zimo's eyebrow, and he would pierce in an inch, but Su Zimo's look was normal, and he didn't blink his eyelids from beginning to end.
Zhou Dingyun thought that Su Zimo had been frightened, and could not help sneering: "Su Zimo, if you kneel down and ask me now, I can consider letting you go."
"I think you got something wrong."
Su Zimo stretched out his palm and gently held the flying sword in front of him, saying calmly: "It's here, just this season, this night, it's the same two of us, but the ending will not be too Big change."
Seeing Su Zimo actually holding the sharp and inferior artifact with the palm of his hand, Zhou Dingyun's eyes could not help but reveal a cruelty.
Really ignorant!
Su Zimo again said: "If there is a change, it is two years ago, I let you go. But now, you can't go away."
"Fuck, I'm still talking crazy, I'll waste your palm first!"
Zhou Dingyun yelled, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he controlled the flying sword and twisted it vigorously!
At the same time, Su Zimo's palm was rolled and shaken.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, like a thunder on the ground, Zhou Dingyun was startled.
No flesh and blood flew as expected.
On the contrary, Su Zimo's palm is intact!
What surprised Zhou Dingyun even more was that he had lost control of Feijian!
How could this be?
The next moment, Zhou Dingyun saw another scene, and all the surprise in his eyes became horror.
I saw Su Zimo slowly spread out his palm, and the Feijian lay quietly in the palm, covered with cracks.
Su Zimosong's hand, this sublime artifact turned into a pile of debris, and fell to the ground.
A sublime artifact is so useless!
Watching Su Zimo's icy gaze, Zhou Dingyun's heart sank to the bottom.
He finally realized that in the past two years, he had become an eight-tier practitioner, and the son of Su Er was not the same weak scholar as before!
He finally realized that Su Zimo felt that the change was too great, and it was not him, but Su Zimo himself!
He finally realized that the bowl of wine on the round table might really be his road wine!
Zhou Dingyun didn't understand for a while, why Su Zimo could shatter his inferior artifact with his flesh and blood body.
Zhou Dingyun also did not want to delve into the reasons behind this.
Now, he just wants to leave this place and stay away from Su Zimo as much as possible!
Zhou Dingyun found another flying sword from the storage bag, this is just a pseudo-spiritual.
In Bixia Palace, the disciples were able to get a sublime artifact, which was already a great gift, but was only discarded by Su Zimo's flesh palm.
Zhou Dingyun stepped on the flying sword, rose into the air, and flew out.
Before leaving, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help looking back.
I saw that Su Zimo was not in a hurry to get up, but drank the bowl of spirits on the stone table in a hurry. Then he stood up, tied the long knife on the table around his waist, and carried the arrow pot. Holding the big bow in his hand.
Zhou Dingyun swallowed his mouth, turned around, and urged Feijian to gallop away.
The wind whispered in his ears and was blown by the wind. Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but fight a chill. I don't know when, he was already in a cold sweat.
Before long, Zhou Dingyun was far away from Pingyang Town.
Not far away is the Wolf Mountain, dark, and the roar of spirit beasts faintly heard.
Zhou Dingyun exhaled a long breath, finally relieved.
Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhou Dingyun!
"Do you remember the vow you made when you kneeled down for mercy that night two years ago?"
Hearing this sentence, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that he almost couldn't control the flying sword, lost his balance, and dropped from the air.
Su Zimo!
This voice is Su Zimo!
how is this possible?
How could he catch up?
Zhou Dingyun's face was pale and cold sweat, and he urged Fei Jian to flee forward, while looking back.
Su Zimo was just behind him, looking calm and seemingly walking at random, but every step out of it was two or three feet away!
"He, he didn't use all his energy!"
At this point, Zhou Dingyun seemed to fall into the ice cellar instantly, and his body was cold.
Su Zimo's voice sounded again: "That night two years ago, you swear to heaven that if you luckily worshipped at Xianmen in the future, you would never come to avenge me, or you would die through your heart.
"Oh ... as you wish."
After hearing this, Zhou Dingyun finally understood the purpose of the bow on the stone table.
"do not!"
Zhou Dingyun turned around quickly, and just spoke a word, his eyes were shrouded in darkness.
Whoohoo!
More than a dozen sharp arrows come and go!
puff!
Zhou Dingyun felt a pain in his chest, as if he had lost something in his body, and he felt weak and fell from the air.
With a thump, Zhou Dingyun fell to the ground, his body was covered with mud, and his body was stained with blood.
"Oh!"
Zhou Dingyun lowered his head hard and looked at his chest.
The flesh was fuzzy there, an extra bowl of blood holes, and his heart was pierced and taken away by a dozen sharp arrows.
Random arrows penetrate the heart!
Everything seems to be destiny, already destined.
The breeze blew, and Zhou Dingyun's eyes fluttered with a blue shirt.
Zhou Dingyun was lying on the ground, looking up at Su Zimo standing in front of him, with a strange smile on his face, said vaguely: "I, I am Bixia ... Palace, you, you kill me, You can't escape, one day ... Canglang will ... find you ... "
Su Zimo squatted down and smiled, "I don't have to wait until that day, I will go to him. You go first, the next one is the real Canglang!"
Hearing this sentence, Zhou Dingyun's head broke his breath.
Su Zimo tore off the storage bag around Zhou Dingyun's waist and put it in his arms. Then he grabbed his body, didn't go far, and threw it directly into the Canglang Mountains.
Don't wait until the next day, Zhou Dingyun's body will be completely eaten by the spirit beast.
Ruin.
No one knows what happened this night.
The third is here.
(End of this chapter)