Chapter 362: Four major cavalry

Chapter 362 Confrontation
Su Xiaoning frowned lightly and asked, "Since the four horsemen have done nothing wrong, and have lost all their goodness, why haven't the people in Xianmen come out to preside over justice?"
When she wanted to come, the people in Xianmen should cut off the monsters and dispel evil spirits, and defend evil spirits, how could they ignore this matter.
Ji Chengtian shook his head and said, "In the realm of cultivation, how can there be a way for the heavens, the warriors who see the uneven roads, and the people in Xianmen are the same. The so-called fairy and the magic are just different ways."
"Yes, most of those warriors don't live long." The fat man nodded.
Leng Ruo also said: "The Buddhists are compassionate and pay attention to pursuing sentient beings. The four major cavalry men have committed heinous sins, but you do n’t see any monks coming and going in Xuantian City to save them."
Su Zimo suddenly spoke and asked, "What are the four major cavaliers?"
The fat man said: "Boss Chai Yan is the base of the seven veins, the second young man is greedy, the youngest man is fierce, and the fourth child Bao Yunfeng is the six-veined base. It is said that these four people grew up drinking animal milk from ancient times , Perennially in the jungle, struggling with bones and bones, each is endlessly powerful, comparable to a monster! "
Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart stunned.
Seven veins build the foundation!
Deep into the ancient battlefield, finally met the seven pulses to build the foundation!
Although, with Su Zimo's current strength, whether it is the cultivation of immortals or the melee killing, it is enough to kill all six veins and build the foundation.
But he really built the foundation for the Seven Pulses. Su Zimo was also not sure when he did not use the power of blood and blood.
After all, his state of cultivation is only the foundation of the four veins, and in the Secret of the Wild Demon King, the Tongqiao article has not yet been completed, and neither the mouth nor the eyes are open.
You know, the eight meridians, the harder you get to the back.
Correspondingly, the further behind, the greater the gap between levels.
On the surface, the seven-pulse building base only opens up one more spiritual vein than the six-pulse building base, but the strength is doubled!
Dozens of six-pulse-building bases are not necessarily a seven-pulse-building opponent.
Later, if the eight pulses run through, this gap will be even more obvious.
If one of the four major cavalry bases had seven veins to build the foundation, and his body was as strong as a monster and good at melee, Su Zimo would feel a little tricky.
In the courtyard, there was a long silence.
A little later, the fat man said again: "But I heard that among the four horsemen, only the youngest Bao Yunfeng is sitting in Xuantian City. The other three are out, and it may take a few days to return."
Today's situation is extremely passive for Su Zimo and others.
Night has come. If they escape Xuantian City at this time, they will face endless beasts and ancient creatures outside. Except for Su Zimo, the rest are fierce.
But if they stay in the city, with the instincts and means of the four major riders, they will never let them survive tonight!
Tart Tart!
At this moment, the ground began to vibrate irregularly, and the hoof sounded like a thunder. From the distance, it was approaching quickly, very fast!
"Blink, it's the four riders!"
"what!"
There was chaos in the crowd, exclaimed, there were monks who could not dodge, and they were trampled by a group of iron riders on the spot, leaving no bones.
"The head seems to be Bao Yunfeng, the fourth child."
"That's him! The mount under him is an ancient relic chasing clouded leopard, and can't be wrong."
Not far away, a large cloud of smoke was coming, exuding acrid blood, and the head of the man was a sturdy man with a straight, black shawl, sharp and brutal eyes.
The man sat down, straddling a tall and fierce leopard, with sharp claws, lush hair and shiny oil, and a cloud-like pattern on his body, his eyes twinkling in the dark, faint light.
Ancient relics, chasing clouded leopards!
"What happened, watching this group of people murderous?"
"Haven't you heard? Just now, at the gate of Beicheng, a dozen monks under the command of the four horsemen were killed by an outsider!"
"Ah, who is so bold?"
"The ones sitting there are said to be the ones killed by monk Tsinghua."
A monk pointed at the house not far away.
There was so much noise that immediately attracted many monks to watch. Although the night fell, more and more monks gathered here.
On a small two-story building not far away, a handsome boy in a white shirt sat by the window, and an old man stood behind him.
The handsome boy holds a folding fan in his hand, his eyes and eyes are picturesque, his skin is fat, and he looks romantic and has an inexplicable temperament.
At this moment, the white-shirted man saw that it was too late and had just got up and was about to leave, but he saw this scene suddenly, and he couldn't help passing a trace of curiosity and couldn't help asking: "Liang Bo, how did you get there thing?"
The old man behind White Shirt said: "I heard that the blue shirt monk killed Qiu Wanli."
"Oh?"
The boy in white shirt sneered slightly, and said, "Are you vengeful, good killer! Those who are so unpardonable should have died."
Although the tone was cold, the voice of the white shirt son was very pleasant.
"Son, let's go, there is nothing to look at. Bao Yunfeng brought so many people here, these people will certainly die." The old man bowed his head.
"Anyway."
The boy in white shirt waved his hand and said, "Look at that."
After speaking, the boy in white shirt turned on the small fan and sat back again, turning his head slightly, exposing the long and white jade neck, and the water-like eyes fell on the dilapidated house yard, the beautiful face.
Hundreds of monks ran in the night, their faces were fierce, menacing, and the cold rays of the spirits were bright and dazzling under the night.
At this point, Ji Chengtian and others had just taken a break and hadn't had a moment of fragrant incense. Their whole body was still in pain, but the other party had come to the door!
"How to do?"
Ji Chengtian and others looked at Su Zimo subconsciously.
Su Zimo sat on his knees and was still resting.
Yeling lay on the ground without raising his head. The dark eyes were hidden under the night, and his gaze turned around on the body of the ancient clouded leopard, and it was closed again.
As soon as Bao Yunfeng stepped into the courtyard, Su Zimo suddenly opened his eyes and, without seeing how to act, stood up directly from the ground.
Originally, Bao Yunfeng led hundreds of desperate people to attack, and the momentum was appalling, and even the monks on the sidelines felt a trembling heart.
But with Su Zimo's eyes open and standing up, another monstrous trend suddenly broke out!
It seemed to set off a raging sea, galloping, roaring, and surging away.
There is only one person in Su Zimo, standing still, seemingly thin, but he is not weak with the momentum of Bao Yunfeng and others!
If it is said that Bao Yunfeng and others brought blood and rain.
Behind Su Zimo, the corpse blood is gathered!
"what?"
On the second-floor small building not far away, the old man called Liang Bo saw this scene, moved slightly, and made a soft noise.
The eyes of the white shirt boy sitting there also blinked, and there was a gleam.
(End of this chapter)