Chapter 146

Seeing Su Zimo's killing spree, no one could stop him. The gray-robed cultivator finally couldn't stand it anymore. Ink's vest is stabbed!

The two spiritual lines on the sword were dazzling and dazzling, exuding a mysterious brilliance and a chilling air.

The speed of this sword is extremely fast, and neither one of Lengrou and Little Fatty will be able to retreat.

And after Su Zimo cut over a person, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and without turning his head, he could see the ground and directly move about a zhang, avoiding this fatal sword!

When the gray-robed monk saw this, his expression remained unchanged, and he was not surprised.

He has already seen that Su Zimo is a body refiner, and his skills are extremely agile. It is unrealistic to want to win this person in a few strokes.

"Everyone step back and try to distance as much as possible."

The gray-robed cultivator kept chasing and killing Su Zimo while remotely controlling the flying sword, and shouted loudly, "If you can't do it, fly your sword into the air as much as possible, and don't be approached by this person!"

Su Zimo suddenly laughed, his legs spread apart, his feet exerted force, and he sprinted forward, bursting out the movement of a god horse passing through a gap, leaving a series of afterimages behind him.

"Confused!"

Su Zimo suddenly stretched out his palm, and a ball of thunder burst out from his palm, which exploded in front of everyone's eyes.

Thunder and confusion are both thunder techniques in the Taixu Thunder Art.

Thunder is a killing technique, with a large lethality and a large coverage area.

Confusion is an auxiliary spirit-like technique with almost no lethality.

With the instant explosion of the power of thunder and lightning, it confuses the opponent's five senses, mainly blocking the opponent's hearing and vision.

The many foundation-building cultivators on the opposite side only felt a flower in front of their eyes, and the roaring sounds in their ears kept ringing and the reverberation continued.

The next moment, Su Zimo had already killed him.

In the melee battle, no one was Su Zimo's opponent, and the blood light kept flashing.

At this point in the war, among the more than 30 foundation-building cultivators, the cultivators at the early stage of foundation-building have already died!

At this moment, there was an exclamation from Leng Rou in mid-air, and the amulet on his body shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Rou was slapped heavily on the lower abdomen by a spiritual palm, fell and flew out, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her face even paler.

The little fat man's shoulder blade was also pierced by a flying sword and fell to the ground, sweating coldly.

It was the gray-robed cultivator who was waiting for the opportunity to take action. Although they didn't hurt their lives, Fatty and Lengrou were obviously unable to fight again.

The gray-robed monk was very smart. He saw that the power of the monks in the early stage of foundation building was no longer able to suppress Su Zimo, so he first took action to deal with Little Fatty and Lengrou.

In this way, the gray-robed monks can rearrange their layout and cooperate with the nine middle-stage foundation-building monks to attack Su Zimo with all their strength!

Su Zimo stood in front of the cold and soft little fat man, with a knife on his chest, his eyes were murderous, and facing the gray-robed monk and the ten foundation-building monks, he didn't have the slightest sense of timidity!

Looking at Su Zimo's back, Lengrou's heart was a little complicated.

This task was originally for her, Little Fatty, Lu Yangrong, and Guan Jin, and Su Zimo was not qualified to participate.

But if it weren't for Su Zimo, she and Fatty would be dead now.

The little fat man was also full of emotion.

He originally planned to let Su Zimo come out to relax, but he didn't think about it but encountered such a thing. The two brothers died tragically, and he and Leng Rou were also deeply hurt and could not help.

"The monarchs used flying swords, talismans and other means to suppress them, waiting for the opportunity to break out spiritual techniques and inflict heavy damage on this person!"

The gray-robed cultivator was extremely decisive, and quickly commanded the remaining nine middle-stage foundation-building cultivators, each standing in the same direction and dispersing.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

One after another flying swords broke through the air, and there were many talismans in the middle.

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands clenched the Hanyue Saber, and with a long whistle, he swung his arms away, slashing left and right.

Any long swords, talismans, or even spiritual techniques that the monks sacrificed in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, Su Zimo can fight recklessly with the strength of his blood, and he will not fall behind.

But the gray-robed monk was in the late stage of foundation building.

Su Zimo's cutting the marrow is only a small success, even if it integrates the Leiyin Cleansing Sutra, it is not as powerful as it is.

If it is one-on-one, Su Zimo can use many skills to quickly shorten the distance between the two, and then cut the gray-robed cultivator under the knife.

But now, there are nine middle-stage foundation-building cultivators as the helpers of the gray-robed cultivators, and with the cooperation of ten people, Su Zimo is actually confined in place.

It's not that Su Zimo can't break through.

It's just that once Su Zimo leaves, the cold and soft little fat man behind him will be beheaded on the spot.

In front of the monks in the middle stage of foundation building, the role of the spirit tiger is not very big.

when! when! when!

The sound of the collision between the Hanyue Knife and the Feijian kept ringing, and the sparks shot in all directions.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that ten foundation-building cultivators were besieging a ninth-level Qi practitioner!

"Masters, stay steady, this son must have a secret body refining technique hidden in his body, making his body so powerful that after beheading this son, this body refining secret technique is ours!"

The gray-robed monk shouted again.

The remaining nine monks in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment were in high spirits, their blood surged, and their moves were even more ruthless.

Leng and the little fat man sat in the same place, only to feel that the sword, light, sword and shadow kept flickering in front of them, and the sound of Jin Ge clashing constantly sounded, but from the beginning to the end, they were not injured again.

Su Zimo blocked everything for them!

During this period, under the last resort, Su Zimo and the gray-robed cultivator fought recklessly, and suffered a little loss, their blood vessels were shaking, and their teeth were sore.

Seeing Su Zimo's predicament, the little fat man couldn't help shouting, "Brother, leave us alone, let's go first!"

She pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing.

Naturally, she could see that if it weren't for her and the little fat man, even the ten foundation-building cultivators on the opposite side might not be able to stop Su Zimo!

"Hahaha!"

Seeing that the overall situation was settled, the gray-robed cultivator couldn't help laughing: "Boy, I see how long you can last!"

The situation in front of him was obvious, Su Zimo was completely passive, and if he was a little careless, not only could he not be able to protect the two of them, but he would also be injured.

With the passage of time, Su Zimo's physical strength gradually became weak, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

In fact, Su Zimo was extremely calm at this time, and had been watching the battle between Xiaohe and the blood-eyed crow in the sky.

Due to the power of the previous thunder, there are not many blood-eyed crows left.

The rest were almost chased and killed by Xiaohe at this time, making it difficult to pose any threat.

Su Zimo needs Xiaohe's help.

In this situation, only Xiaohe's strength can help.

Just as the gray-robed cultivator was laughing, Xiaohe dealt with the last few blood-eyed crows and looked down, facing Su Zimo's clear eyes.

Su Zimo nodded, Xiaohe understood.

Due to the previous blood pressure, Su Zimo's blue shirt had burst, revealing a thin golden silk armor inside.

At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly tore off the golden silk armor and threw it on the ground.