Chapter 356: Are you looking for me

Chapter 356 Are You Looking For Me
Two perfect artifacts, three Kaimai Dan, and many superb artifacts are enough to make every monk lose his mind!
"Once you start, there must be a monk falling under this man's long bow, but as long as I die not for me, I will have a chance to win the perfect spirit and Kaimai Dan!"
"This bow takes ten arrows at most, and we have hundreds or thousands of monks. How many can he kill?"
Many monks have their own thoughts and are about to move.
A thin monk was hiding in the dark, his eyes were like a serpent, staring at Su Zimo, between his fingers, faintly passing a blue light.
In the stone room, an air of killing began to permeate.
"kill!"
The crowd did not know who shouted, and the flames of war ignited instantly.
Su Zimo didn't look at it, turning his hand was an arrow, and shot in the sound of the past, and instantly shot a Daxia monk hidden in the crowd to death!
Many flying swords broke through, the sharp edge, the aura in the stone room surged, and many spirits came.
Su Zimo was unavoidable, his eyes were bright, his palms were photographed on a storage bag, and a total of eighteen flying swords instantly appeared.
The sword body trembled, the aura of light was flourishing, and the flying sword galloped, leaving a trail of sword marks in the air, arousing the rays of lines.
In an instant, the eighteen-handed flying swords gathered together, the sword tips pointing outwards, forming a huge sword-shaped disc, like a round of hot sun, blooming eighteen sword qi, bright and eye-catching!
Candlelight sword array!
when! when! when!
A shrill sound of Jin Ge collided, and many top-quality flying swords hit the candle-shaped sword array, and they were all blasted and pierced into the wall of the stone chamber, the sword body trembling.
"Jian Zhenshi, this person is actually a Jian Zhenshi!"
"Eight-handed Feijian, there must be more treasures in his storage bag!"
"What a strong sword formation!"
The monks shouted one after another.
"go with!"
Su Zimo pointed forward, and the huge sword-shaped sun ran over the crowd. The sword was shining and the sword was flying, accompanied by a scarlet blood mist.
The killing has begun!
At the time of the three-veined foundation, Su Zimo's candlelight sword array can already kill the five-veined foundation.
Today, Su Zimo has opened up the fourth spiritual vein, which is more powerful and more powerful.
Even though these monks are all geniuses from various sectarian forces in the Tianhuang continent, they still cannot resist the power of candlelight.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
There was a scream in the crowd.
Huh!
At the same time, Su Zimo retracted the moon bow and scooped out a huge blood-colored long knife from the storage bag.
when! when! when!
Many flying swords that were stabbed were broken on the spot by the Blood Quenching Blade and scattered on the ground.
Unless it is a superb magic weapon, the superb magic weapon can't stop the sharp edge of the blood-hardened knife!
Wow!
Rumble!
Su Zimo carried the blood, and his body seemed to set off a raging sea, accompanied by a thunderous rolling thunder, and a strange sound of tiger and leopard.
Su Zimo held the blood-quenching knife with one hand and pointed at a number of monks, and said loudly: "This is the perfect blood-killing knife of the magical weapon. I see who has the life to take it!"
Many monks were completely deterred by Su Zimo's means, and trembled.
"Shoot!"
At the same time, Ji Yaoxue ordered.
Everyone at Jiufeng also shot to help Su Zimo.
Bang!
Su Zimo pulled out the shelf of the ploughing sky step, stepped out, the soles of his feet fell on the ground, and a loud noise came out, and the entire Lingdan room was shaking, it seemed that it might collapse at any time.
Many monks were unstable and short, almost sitting on the ground.
Su Zimo laughed loudly, and was so imposing that he had smashed his blood into the crowd.
The blade turned, left and right chopped, wide open and close, no one is the enemy of Su Zimo's one!
The blood-quenching knife was already heavy and heavy, and even its weight was the foundation-building monk who refined the body, such as the fat man, Shi Jian and others could not pick it up.
If coupled with Su Zimo's powerful body, blood of horror, and blood-quenching knife throbbing in the crowd, it would be a killing blade, its lethality is horrifying!
"I see where you can escape"
Su Zimo broke into the crowd and stared at the monks in the two dynasties, Daxia and Dashang. No matter who stood in front of him, he was cut off by the sword!
Stained by the blood-quenching knife, it hurts!
The remnants of the Daxia and Dashang dynasties were originally hidden very deeply and hid deep in the crowd, but in a blink of an eye, Su Zimo found them one by one and killed them on the spot!
Many monks failed to join the army. On the battlefield, their limbs were broken, arms were flying across the ground, blood spewed, and the entire stone room was almost dyed red.
Even with the foundations of the six veins, there is no way to take Su Zimo.
This is a one-for-all ten meeting!
At this time, many monks have gradually realized that such an existence, I am afraid that only the seven pulses to build the foundation, or the descendants of the top forces on the continent can fight one.
The crowd crowded, shoved, screamed, and fled away.
But the entrance of Shishi is only so large, and the number of monks that this martial art can pass through at the same time is also limited. Hundreds or thousands of monks are crowded together in a mess.
suddenly!
Su Zimo's heart flashed.
"Huh? It's him again!"
Su Zimo's eyes narrowed for a moment, his thoughts turned, and his heart was in full swing.
Among the flashes of light, Su Zimo was short in shape, almost sticking to the ground. The whole person seemed to be a python, scattered among the crowd, and his shape disappeared!
A faint blue light passed by where Su Zimo disappeared and sank into the crowd.
After two breaths, more than a dozen monks in this crowd became so dark that they fell to the ground silently and died dead!
In such a chaotic battlefield, the fall of a dozen monks was not a big deal, and they were soon drowned by the fleeing figures behind, and no one paid attention.
In a corner, a thin man was caught in the crowd and seemed to be fleeing. In fact, his eyes always fell in that crowd, as if looking for something.
"Are you dead?"
The thin man muttered in a whisper, a glance of confusion passing through his eyes.
Only the figure was cluttered and blocked his vision. After he shot, he saw vaguely that the monk in blue shirt fell down.
Theoretically, this man is sure to die if he hits his soul hunting needle.
But the thin man kept looking for the body of Monk Tsing Yi.
"Is it in chaos and taken away by the crowd?"
The thin man frowned, always thinking something was wrong.
Not far away, among the chaotic people's seams, between the steps, there is a blue figure lying on the ground, using hands and feet together, the body sliding, meandering, approaching quickly!
As the thin man frowned, his eyes suddenly flashed, and a cyan figure suddenly stood up from the ground, close at hand, covering his sight.
"Are you looking for me?"
A cold voice sounded suddenly in the ears of the thin man, with Morin's biting murderous power, letting his heart sink into the valley instantly.
PS: Today's New Year's Eve, I wrote it in advance and posted it directly ~ This time, there are few updates. Thank you for your understanding. The old knife here wishes you all good friends, good luck in the new year and good health ~
Thank you, Hailang for your reward ~
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