Chapter 370: Storms

Chapter 370
Su Zimo stayed in Xuantian City, on the one hand, to settle the grudges with the three major cavalry, and on the other hand, he was a little curious about the relics in Tang Yu's mouth.
The great ruins of the continent can gather here, and the ruins of this ancestral gate must be unusual.
Of course, the premise of exploring Zongmen's remains is that he can gain a foothold in Xuantian City and have a foothold!
This battle with the four major cavalry is inevitable.
As early as the moment Su Zimo hanged Bao Yunfeng, he had no plans to be good with the four horsemen!
For this murderous, extremely vicious person, Su Zimo will never succumb to his forbearance because of the strength of his opponent, contrary to his heart.
If there is an injustice in your heart, you will exhaust this injustice.
The worst result is nothing more than exposing the demon monster, and it will be a big deal!
In the next few days, Su Zimo was motionless, sitting on the street corner, sitting in the open air, without any thoughts, just like an old monk settled in and practiced silently.
On the third day, the fifth spirit vein in Su Zimo's body emerged, completely formed, and stabilized, with spiritual power roaring and roaring in the majesty.
Su Zimo's breakthrough did not cause much reaction in Xuantian City.
After all, in the view of many monks, Su Zimo built the foundations of the four veins, and there was no difference in the foundations of the five veins. Even the foundations of the six veins had little effect on the outcome.
For most monks, just waiting to see a lively.
Everyone wanted to know how the tortured Su Zimo would be tortured by the minds and methods of the three major cavalry soldiers, and how many innocent monks would be implicated and reduced to funeral!
Over time, it means that the days when the three horsemen returned are getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in Xuantian City has become more and more depressed.
On this day, the dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the thunder rolled.
The whole sky seems to be splashed with a thick layer of ink, dark clouds change, tumbling, the air is filled with moisture, and heavy rain is coming!
To the east of Xuantian City, in a well-preserved mansion, there is a handsome man in a Chinese suit standing with his hands on his shoulders, standing at the door of the room, looking up slightly, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, his eyes clear, like a glass.
A monk galloped from the outside, with a Zongmen token hanging around his waist, exactly the same as the token of a Washington man's waist.
If you look closely, you can see the two words faintly-Liuli.
"I've seen Brother Pei."
The disciple of the Liuli Palace came to the man in Huafu, bowed slightly, and Shi Li said: "The news came that the three horsemen are back in town!"
"Ok."
The man in the Chinese suit gave a sound, looked as usual, still looking up at the sky.
The person continued: "I heard that there is a big move in Danyangmen. Tang Yu led a group of monks in Danyangmen to go to the house near the house, I do not know what the intention is."
"Ah……"
The man in the Chinese suit stretched out his palm, looked down at his crystal-like long fingers, and ridiculed in his eyes, and said lightly: "The four horsemen, the wolf tiger leopard, the leopard died, and the three beasts remained. It must be crazy! It ’s boring for anyone to provoke them at this time. "
"Our plot is the ruins of the Danchi Sect, and there is no need to consume power on it. As for the Su or something ... it is nothing more than a mantis arm and a cart."
West of Xuantian City.
In a palace, a monk in a black robe sat in the middle with a golden sword, and a bone gun was placed horizontally on his knees. Although his eyes were closed tightly, his eyebrows were evil.
"Qi Demon, the three riders are back in town!"
"Got it."
The monk in black robe did not open his eyes either, and replied casually.
Almost at the same time, Zongzong, Qianhemen ... All forces in Xuantian City heard the news, and countless eyes fell on that long street.
It didn't take long for the heavy rain to pour over the sky, thunder and lightning, and the flames of the sea, as if to swallow up the ancient city!
The rain was very urgent and very big, almost in an instant, the blue shirt on Su Zimo's body was already soaked.
Even so, he was still sitting in place, his body was straight, his eyes closed, and he seemed indifferent, his expression indifferent.
Not far away, Tang Yu looked at the blue figure on the corner of the street, his eyes were blurred, and then he slowly recovered his clarity after half a ring. Then he asked, "Liang Bo, do you think he can last a quarter of an hour?"
"difficult."
Bo Liang shook his head and said, "Not to mention the strength of the three major cavalry men, just their Majesty's thousands of persecutors will be enough to shock this person to the bones."
"My brother can do it!"
Beside Tang Yu, Su Xiaoning shook his fists and said firmly.
Beside Xiao Ning, Ye Ling lay there quietly, guarding Xiao Ning silently.
On the long street.
The rain is heavier and the wind is more urgent.
In this storm, there was a faint sound of horseshoes. If there were none at first, it became clearer later!
Gradually, gradually ... the hoars of thunder!
Even the wind and rain could not cover the end of the long street, the murderous anger coming!
Vaguely, three figures emerged in the hazy smoky rain, getting closer and closer, it is the three major cavalry!
The ancient relics that the three of them sat down made a heavy gasp, their eyes were red, with a ferocious breath, staring at the corner of the street.
Immediately after the three, there was a large crowd of iron riders, howling!
At a glance, there were thousands of people!
Thousands of desperate people, plus the foundations of the seven veins, let alone such a force be in Xuantian City, even if it is placed in the ancient battlefield, it cannot be ignored!
In fact, top forces such as Liuli Palace and Dishajiao have overall strengths above the top four cavalry.
But now, several major forces have gathered in Xuantian City to play games with each other in order to preserve the remains of the Danchi Sect.
No one wants to provoke the four cavalry fighters, lest their own strength be damaged, and they are in a disadvantageous position in the battle for the ruins of Dan Chizong.
On the street corner, Su Zimo's clothes were already soaked, and his black hair was wet and sticky together, looking like a chicken in a soup, very embarrassed.
Baizhang ...
Fifty feet ...
The distance between the three horsemen was getting closer and closer, and Su Zimo could even smell the stench from the ancient relics that the three sat on.
However, Su Zimo remained motionless.
Until the three horsemen entered the range of thirty feet, Su Zimo suddenly opened his eyes. I do n’t know when, he had a moonlight bow in his hand!
Bend the bow, take the arrow.
The bow is like a full moon, and the arrow is like a shooting star.
call out! call out! call out!
The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air almost made a line.
Bow is a bow to conceal the moon, a quasi innate artifact!
When the five bows of Su Zimo's hands lit up with five spirit patterns, Lang greedy's heart burst into anxiety.
The next moment, a bit of cold light appeared in front of me, instantly!
The speed of this arrow is too fast. If you change the basic six-pulse foundation, you must die!
But countless lives and deaths in the jungle, Lang Lang's response faster than ordinary monks.
Between light and flint, Lang greeted his face slightly.
A gleam of cold light brushed his cheeks, bringing up a pile of blood, which is dangerous!
Hide it!
But Lang's sigh of relief, before he could relax, his eyes leaped wildly, and he saw a bit of cold light rushing forward, piercing his brows!
The second arrow arrived, and he was not given a chance to respond at all.
Renju arrows!
Lang Ye only felt that his scalp was exploding, and his hair was all up.
For the first arrow, he was lucky to be able to hide away.
This second arrow was inevitable.
(End of this chapter)