Chapter 536: Strength 1 side down

"What if I don't?" Xiao Zimo put the dragon soul key in his hand into the system backpack, and said with a smile on his face.
"No?" The four of them's expressions suddenly became cold.
"Could it be possible that you can beat me?" Xiao Zimo said dismissively with a shrug.
"This person is too arrogant!"
"He is still too young!"
"It seems that he still doesn't understand how terrifying the strength of the cultivators on the Billboard!"
"A good person is going to fall here today."
"If you give him a few more years, he will definitely be on the Billboard, but it's a pity..."
The people around all felt sorry for Xiao Zimo, and didn't even know the scene where he killed the Jiurou monk Shang Shiwu in a flash.
"Boy, you are too arrogant, then...you die!" Painter's handsome face was slightly distorted, and a pen appeared in his hand and shot directly at him.
"Don't grab the dragon soul key from me!" Wang Yong, the funeral dart, flipped his right arm, and a dart as long as an ordinary ballpoint pen appeared in his hand, roaring and rushing up.
"Teenage kids just don't deserve to have the dragon soul key, so let's hand it over!" The Bandage Shoveler held the shovel on his shoulders with both hands and rushed towards Xiao Zimo.
"Hey! In that case, I can only save you to the Western Paradise, Amitabha!" Smiling Maitreya Lin Jingtian shook his head, sighed, waved the broken fan in his hand, and drew towards Xiao Zi Mo's neck.
"Human greed is really terrible." Xiao Zimo shook his head, a sneer on his face.
"Since you are all killing me, then I'm not welcome..." Xiao Zimo's eyes narrowed.
Cang!
Gui Cry appeared in his hand.
"Gravity field!"
call out!
A purple mask enveloped the five of them.
"Goodbye, I hope you can have a good baby, don't be blinded by greed in the future..." Xiao Zimo murmured.
boom!
The four lay straight on the ground, and the ground cracked more severely. They lay motionless, no! To be correct, it is impossible to move at all.
"I... my body... why... why can't it move anymore!" Yu Changsheng twisted his body vigorously and found that his body couldn't move at all.
"Ok...it's painful!" The bandage on Chen Yu's face was already soaked in sweat and wrinkled.
"Ok... it seems there is a pressure..." Wang Yong desperately tried to stand up, but found that his hands were weakly resting on the ground just after they were raised.
"It must be the ghost of you..." Lin Jingtian's watermelon face was twisted tightly together, his eyes narrowed into a gap because of the tremendous pressure.
call out!
Almost in the blink of an eye, his figure appeared behind the four of them.
"One sword flow..."
None of the people present saw his drawing of the knife at all, they had already seen the blade gradually getting into the sheath.
"Lion Song!"
Cang!
The blade was sheathed, and the sound pierced the silence.
Puff!
The four people lying on the ground undoubtedly had their heads separated from their bodies. They didn't know until they died, what method Xiao Zimo used to make them immobile.
"What! He... he... unexpectedly... unexpectedly..."
"Fuck! This... this is unscientific!"
"This... this... how is this possible!"
"Four...Four cultivators on the ranking list are... actually so vulnerable..."
"The...the cultivator on the list... unexpectedly... was... he... gave... a trick to kill......"
The faces of the people present were all shocked that could not be concealed, and their open mouths could almost stuff an egg.
"You...who else wants to get this dragon soul key, just come..." Xiao Zimo put the ghost cry on his shoulders and said indifferently, his aura rising steadily.
"Xiao Zimo! Get out of me! I want you to die!" Suddenly, an extremely angry voice rang.
Whoosh!
A figure appeared in front of Xiao Zimo.
I saw that the man was an old man with an ugly appearance and a slightly rickety figure. At this moment, his old face was full of anger, and his eyes were full of raging anger, as if he was about to kill Xiao Zimo. .
"Are you?" Xiao Zimo searched in his mind and found that he didn't even know the old man in front of him, making him frown.
"Humph! You don't know me! Then... Yin Qingmu, you should know each other!" The old man snorted coldly.
"Yin Qingmu?" Xiao Zimo thought for a while, and suddenly remembered who Yin Qingmu was, wasn't it the wretched guy who was killed by him and Qiu Zhenhui at that time? It seems...what is the name of his younger brother?
"Yin Qingmu's younger brother... Isn't that the one called Yin Tong?" Xiao Zimo could only say that.
"It seems that you are remembering, Xiao Zimo, kill my son! I must pay for your life!" The old man roared, his eight-star physique was exposed to the second heaven, and there were some weaker people around him. Scarlet blood began to flow out of the cultivator's mouth, his face was pale, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.
"It turns out to be a debt collector again!" In the face of Yin Wushan's oppression, Xiao Zimo didn't feel any discomfort, but smiled slightly, completely inappropriate.
"Xiao Zimo, take fate!" Yin Wushan's right hand was in the shape of a claw, and a black breath enveloped his hand.
"Break claws!"
Whoosh!
As if a gust of wind had blown, Yin Wushan's figure had appeared in front of Xiao Zimo, and grabbed him by the neck.
Cang!
Xiao Zimo turned his right hand, and gently placed the blade of the ghost crying blade on Yin Wushan's claws, with a light touch on his toes, and his whole body rose into the air ~EbookFREE.me~The figure went behind him.
"cut!"
call out!
A silver-white sword qi burst out of the wailing blade, and gradually swept across Yin Wushan's body with a terrifying breath.
"Huh! Little carving skill!" Yin Wushan snorted coldly, raising his hand to crush the sword energy that swept toward him, but...
"Parasitic line..." Xiao Zimo said lightly, moving his left hand slightly.
"Wh...what!" Yin Wushan only felt his body tremble, and then he couldn't control his body at all. He could only watch the sword gas across his right arm.
Puff!
A arrow was shot out immediately, and Yin Wushan watched blankly as his arm separated from his body, and fell to the ground, and then his screams sounded.
"I...my hands...my hands...my hands..."