Chapter 32 Killing the King

"not good!"

The Qi practitioners sitting on both sides of King Yan stood up with a loud noise, and their expressions changed drastically.

Extremely dangerous!

In an instant, this seemingly weak scholar seemed to have changed into a different person, and the aura he exuded made the four Qi practitioners feel terrified.

Qi practitioners are still like this, other people in the hall are even more unbearable, and some civil officials are directly paralyzed on the ground with fright, their limbs are weak.

"boom!"

Su Zimo stepped on the ground with both feet and made a loud noise. The ground made of golden bricks cracked a huge gap, and the bottom was like a dark hell, exuding a cold atmosphere.

The whole palace shook violently, the dust fell, and it seemed that the sky was about to collapse, and the momentum was terrifying!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that the scene in front of them was done by human beings.

And Su Zimo had disappeared on the spot, and he was like a gallant horse, rushing forward, and in the blink of an eye, he came to King Yan.

Fast, too fast!

The position where Su Zimo was standing was at least ten feet away from King Yan, but everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and King Yan and Su Zimo were already close at hand.

At this time, the four Qi practitioners beside King Yan had just taken out the spiritual tool from the storage bag.

The reactions of the two sides were completely different by one level!

Until this time, everyone in the hall understood the meaning of Su Zimo's words.

Although he was ten feet away from King Yan, for Su Zimo, it was only a short distance away.

Within a short distance, even if you have the power of the whole country, you can't match a single person!

"You, what are you doing!"

King Yan was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split, his soul flew away, his eyes were full of horror, and he stepped back subconsciously.

Su Zimo's expression was icy cold, and he casually hit the crown on King Feiyan's head.

Su Zimo took a step forward, stretched out his palm, grabbed King Yan's hair, and picked him up abruptly!

"what!"

King Yan cried out in pain, his scalp felt severe pain, his forehead was sweaty, and his hands and feet were cold.

"Mortal, you dare!"

"Quickly release King Yan, or you will surely die!"

Of the four qi trainers, two control a flying sword, another controls a long sword, and the last one controls a sharp-edged roulette wheel.

Of the four spiritual tools, only the roulette wheel has a spiritual pattern, which is a low-grade spiritual tool. The other three are pseudo-spiritual tools, floating in mid-air, aiming at the vital points on Su Zimo's body, waiting for an opportunity.

Su Zimo turned a blind eye, grabbed King Yan's hair and took a few steps back, pulling out a long knife on the shelf behind him with his backhand.

Kurah!

The sound of the sharp blade unsheathed resounded in the hall, and the reverberation continued, making it creepy.

Su Zimo put the long knife in his hand horizontally and stuck it on King Yan's neck.

King Yan could even feel the chill brought by the blade, and in an instant, the hairs on his body stood up.

"My name is Su Zimo, you remember." Su Zimo's voice sounded, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, but made King Yan panic.

"Su Zimo, do you know that there are 100,000 people in the Imperial City Imperial Army plus the guards, plus the cultivation sect behind me, you can't escape!"

After all, King Yan is the king of a country. When his life is hanging by a thread, he tries to calm his mind, forcibly suppress his fear, and grit his teeth: "Why don't I make a deal with you..."

"Ha ha."

Su Zimo smiled.

Hearing this laughter, King Yan's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

He realized that Su Zimo's killing intent had been decided!

"call out!"

At this moment, the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air came from King Yan's ears, and the speed was extremely fast.

"A Qi trainer has taken action!" King Yan was overjoyed.

As long as the Qi practitioner can kill Su Zimo with a single sword, he still has a chance to survive.

The Qi trainer who shot was standing behind Su Zimo, and the distance between the two was too close, less than ten feet.

This flying sword stabbed in the blind spot of Su Zimo's sight, like a streamer, and in an instant, it came to the back of Su Zimo's head.

The eyes of the other three Qi practitioners lit up.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce into the back of Su Zimo's head, Su Zimo didn't turn his head back, as if he had long eyes behind his back, and suddenly threw his arms behind his head, looking soft and slumped, and lightly rested on the flying sword. Roll lightly.

"Um?"

The expression of the Qi trainer who took the shot changed, and he found that he had lost control of the flying sword.

Qi trainers control the flying sword by using their own spiritual energy to wrap around the flying sword, like an arm, which can attack and defend.

But how strong is the power of the ox tongue rolling blade?

Under the scroll, the spiritual energy on the flying sword was instantly dissipated.

Su Zimo threw it back!

puff!

The flying sword penetrated the qi trainer's chest, bringing out a bloody light, castrated unabated, and slammed into the wall of the hall, the sword body trembled.

The whole process is slow, but it is very fast.

It took less than a breath from the time the Qi practitioner took action to when he was pierced by a sword!

The man's expression was sluggish, his eyes were full of disbelief, his eyes were slack, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"hiss!"

The remaining three Qi practitioners took a deep breath, and subconsciously stepped back a few steps, trying to distance themselves from Su Zimo as much as possible.

If Su Zimo's sword was thrown at one of them, no one would be able to escape.

The speed of that sword has completely exceeded their reaction.

"Go and inform Senior Brother Liu of your support!"

One of the three Qi practitioners looked terrified and ran to the back of the hall in a hurry, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

To King Yan, these few breaths seemed as long as a hundred years.

Failed!

Even the Qi trainer failed.

The long knife on King Yan's neck never left an inch from beginning to end.

Su Zimo bowed his head slightly, and whispered in King Yan's ear: "Zhao Qian, you know, the moment I stepped into the palace, you were already dead. I said that I would kill you, and Shangqiongbi would fall to Huangquan, and it would be the same. No one can save you."

In the empty hall, there was no sound!

It seems that everyone is caught by the momentum of one person, and they are silent.

Su Zimo's voice was not loud, very light, and very calm, as if he was chatting with King Yan, but everyone could feel the terrifying killing intent behind this voice!

King Yan was trembling with fright, his teeth collided and rattled.

"Zhao Qian, don't be afraid, just a knife, no pain."

Su Zimo's eyes were cold, and he said word by word, "I'll take you on the road, go down and apologize to my parents!"

puff!

King Yan Dou Da's head was chopped off by Su Zimo and held in his hands.

King Yan stared at his eyes until he died, and his eyes were full of fear. In fact, even without Su Zimo's knife, King Yan would have been scared to death.

Frightened to death!

Tart Tart Tart!

Outside the palace, there were dense footsteps, and King Yan's Imperial Army had arrived.

Su Zimo tied King Yan's head on his waist, looked around, shook the long knife in his hand, murderous, and said coldly, "King Yan is dead, whoever stops me, kill Wu pardon!"

Thank you Xiaowu for the reward~