Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 32: Cut King

“Not good !”

Qi Practitioner sitting on the side of Yan King 2 stood up with a loud voice, and the expression changed greatly.

Extremely Dangerous!

Suddenly, the seemingly weak scholar seemed to have become a person, exuding a breath that made all 4 Qi Practitioners feel horrified.

Qi Practitioner Even so, the others in the great hall were even more uncomfortable, and some civil servants were paralyzed sitting on the ground with scared hands and feet.

“bang!”

Su Zimo stepped on both feet, making a loud noise, the ground made of gold bricks, cracking a huge gap, like a dark hell below, exuding a cold atmosphere.

The whole palace shook violently, the dust fell, and it seemed to fall to the ground.

Unless you have seen it with your own eyes, no one can believe that the scene in front of you is human effort.

Su Zimo has disappeared in place, like a foal and strong horse, rushing forward, almost in a blink of an eye, and came to Yan King.

Fast, too fast!

Su Zimo is standing at a distance from Yan King at least has ten zhang, but everyone thinks only a flash, Yan King and Su Zimo are close at hand.

At this time, Yan King side 4-bit Qi Practitioner has just figured out the spirit tool from the storage bag.

The reaction of the two sides is completely worse than one level!

Until then, the great hall people understood Su Zimo’s meaning.

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

In this close range, even if you have the power of the country, you can’t beat a match!

“You, what are you doing!”

Yan King frightened the court entirely to break, the soul flew away and scattered, and his eyes were full of terror, and he subconsciously backed away.

Su Zimo expression is cold, and he flies to the crown above Yan King’s head, the hair of which is scattered and battered and exhausted.

Su Zimo stepped forward, reached out his palm, and pinched Yan King’s hair, forcibly pinching it!

“Ah!”

Yan King screamed, his scalp was aching, his forehead was sweating, and his hands and feet were cold.

“Mortal, you dare!”

“Release Yan King quickly, otherwise you will die!”

There are 4 Qi Practitioners who control Flying Sword, and there is a person who controls a long knife, and the last one makes a roulette with sharp edges.

Of the four spirit tools, only the roulette has a spirit pattern, which is a low grade spirit tool. The other three are pseudo spirit tools, floating in the air, looking at the key points of Su Zimo’s body, and waiting for the opportunity.

Su Zimo ignored it, dragging Yan King’s hair back a few steps, and with his back, pulled out a long knife lying on the shelf behind him.

cāng lāng!

The sound of the sharp blade’s scabbard was in the great hall, and the aftermath continued, send cold shivers down one’s spine.

Su Zimo slid the long knife across his hand and stuck it to Yan King’s neck.

Yan King can even feel the chill brought by the blade. After a while, the hair on his body has risen.

“My name is Su Zimo, you remember.” Su Zimo’s voice sounded, without the slightest mood swing, but making Yan King panic.

“Su Zimo, you know, the King City embargo and the guards have hundreds of thousands, plus the true cultivation sect behind me, you can’t escape!”

After all, Yan King is the Monarch of the entire Country. When life is on the line, try to calm down your mind, force down the fear, and grit your teeth: “I’d better make a deal with you …”

“hehe.”

Su Zimo smiled.

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

He realized that Su Zimo killing intent was finalized!

“xiu!”

Just then, a sharp weapon came from Yan King’s ear, splitting the air sound, very fast.

“A Qi Practitioner is out!” Yan King rejoiced.

As long as Qi Practitioner can kill Su Zimo with one sword, he still has a chance to live.

Qi Practitioner shot behind Su Zimo. The distance between the two was too close, less than a foot.

This Flying Sword stabbed in the blind spot of Su Zimo’s sight, like a stream of light, and came to Su Zimo’s head in an instant.

The other 3 Qi Practitioners shined.

Seeing that the Flying Sword was about to pierce Su Zimo’s head, Su Zimo didn’t turn his head back, as if he had long eyes behind him, and suddenly threw away his arm from the back of his head. volume.

“en?”

The Qi Practitioner expression changed and found that he had lost control of Flying Sword.

Qi Practitioner controls Flying Sword. It uses its own spiritual qi to wind on Flying Sword. It can be attacked and defended by the arm.

But how powerful is Ox Tongue as a Blade?

After scrolling, the spiritual qi on Flying Sword was instantly dissipated.

Su Zimo threw it backhand!

Pu!

Flying Sword penetrated Qi Practitioner’s chest, brought out a slide of blood light, cast away unabated, fiercely inserted into the wall of great hall, and the sword trembled endlessly.

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

From Qi Practitioner’s shot to the time he was pierced by a sword, it took less than a breath!

This man’s expression was dull, his eyes were unbelievable, his eyes were slack, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

“hiss!”

The remaining 3 Qi Practitioner suck in a breath of cold air and take a few steps backwards, trying to get as far away from Su Zimo as possible.

Only if Su Zimo had thrown the sword at one of them, no one could escape it.

The speed of that sword has completely exceeded their response.

“Hold up Senior Brother Liu support!”

There 3 of them is a person Qi Practitioner expression In horror, he hurried to the rear of the great hall and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

These breathing times seemed to Yan King as long as 100 years.

Failed!

Even Qi Practitioner failed.

The long knife on Yan King’s neck never left the slightest.

Su Zimo bowed his head slightly and whispered in Yan King’s ears: “Zhao Qian, do you know, when I stepped into the palace, you are already a dead person. I said that I would kill you, Shang poor Bi fell yellow springs, also No one can save you. “

In the empty great hall, absolute silence!

It seems that everyone is being taken by one’s momentum and stunned.

Su Zimo’s voice is not loud, very light, very calm, like chatting with Yan King, but everyone can feel the trembling killing intent behind this voice!

Yan King was trembling with fright, his teeth bumping and squealing.

“Zhao Qian, don’t be afraid, just a stab, no pain.”

Su Zimo’s eyes were cold, and he said word by word: “I send you off, go down and pay my father and mother!”

Pu chi!

Yan King’s big skull was chopped off by Su Zimo and pinched in his hand.

Yan King was staring round to death, full of fear inside. In fact, even without Su Zimo this blade, Yan King had been scared to death.

Scared alive!

Tart Tart!

Outside the palace, there were densely packed footsteps, and the Yan King embargo had arrived.

Su Zimo tied Yan King’s head to his waist, looked around, shook the long knife in his hand, murderous-looking, icily said: “Yan King is dead, stop me, kill without mercy!”

many thanks Little Wu’s reward ~

(End of this chapter)