Super Comic System

"What if I don't?" Xiao Zimo put the Dragon Soul key in his hand into the system backpack, and said with a smile on his face.

"No?" The faces of the four suddenly turned cold.

"Could it be that you can beat me?" Xiao Zimo shrugged and said indifferently.

"This person is too arrogant!"

"He's still too young!"

"It seems that he still doesn't understand how terrifying the strength of the cultivators on the Billboard is!"

"A good person will perish here today."

"If you give him a few more years, he will definitely be on the Billboard. It's a pity..."

All the people around feel pity for Xiao Zimo, and they don't know the scene where he killed the wine and meat monk Shi Wu with a single move.

"Boy, you're too arrogant, then...you're going to die!" Mr. Hua's handsome face twisted slightly, and a pen appeared in his hand, and shot straight at him.

"Don't anyone steal the Dragon Soul key from me!" Wang Yong, the ghost dart, flipped his right arm, and a dart as long as an ordinary ballpoint pen appeared in his hand, roaring angrily and rushing forward.

"A mere teenage child is not worthy of having the Dragon Soul key at all, so you should hand it over obediently!" The bandage shovel held the shovel on his shoulders with both hands, and rushed towards Xiao Zimo.

"Hey! If that's the case, I can only help you to go to the Paradise of Paradise, Amitabha!" The smiling Maitreya Lin Jingtian shook his head, sighed, and waved the broken fan in his hand towards Xiao Zi. ink neck.

"Human greed is truly terrifying." Xiao Zimo shook his head, with a sneer on his face.

"Since you are all going to kill me, then I won't be polite..." Xiao Zimo's eyes froze.

Clang!

Ghost Cry appeared in his hand.

"Gravity field!"

call out!

A purple mask enveloped the five of them.

"Goodbye, I hope you can have a good birth, and don't be blinded by greed in the future..." Xiao Zimo murmured.

boom!

The four lay flat on the ground, the ground was even more cracked, they lay motionless, no! To be precise, it is impossible to move at all.

"I... my body... why... why can't I move!" Yu Changsheng twisted his body vigorously, only to find that he couldn't move at all.

"Good... so painful!" The bandage on Chen Yu's face was already soaked with sweat and wrinkled.

"Okay... there seems to be a pressure..." Wang Yong desperately wanted to stand up, but found that his hands had just been raised but were powerlessly resting on the ground.

"It must be your fault..." Lin Jingtian's watermelon face was tightly twisted together, and his eyes were narrowed due to the huge pressure.

call out!

Almost in the blink of an eye, his figure appeared behind the four of them.

"One knife flow..."

None of the people present saw him draw the knife at all, they had already seen the blade gradually sheathing.

"The lion sings!"

Clang!

The blade was sheathed, and the sound pierced the silence.

Pooh!

The four people lying on the ground undoubtedly had their heads separated from their bodies. They didn't know until their death what method Xiao Zimo used to keep them immobilized.

"What! He...he...actually...actually..."

"Fuck! This... this is unscientific!"

"This... this... how is this possible!"

"Four...four cultivators on the Billboard are... so vulnerable..."

"The cultivator of... the cultivator on the Feng Yunbang... the list... was... unexpectedly killed by a single move..."

The faces of all the people present were full of shock that could not be concealed, and their mouths were so wide that they could almost stuff an egg.

"You... who else wants to get the Dragon Soul Key, just come..." Xiao Zimo carried Guiku on his shoulders, and said indifferently, his aura rose steadily.

"Xiao Zimo! Get me here! I want you to die!" Suddenly, an extremely angry voice sounded.

Whoosh!

A figure appeared in front of Xiao Zimo.

I saw that the man was an old man with an ugly appearance and a slightly stooped figure. At this moment, his old face was full of anger, and his eyes were full of raging anger, as if he wanted to kill Xiao Zimo .

"You are?" Xiao Zimo searched in his mind, and found that he didn't know the old man in front of him at all, which made him frown.

"Hmph! You don't know me! Then... Yin Qingmu, you should know me!" The old man snorted coldly.

"Yin Qingmu?" Xiao Zimo thought for a while, and suddenly remembered who Yin Qingmu was, wasn't he the wretched guy who was killed by him and Qiu Zhenhui at that time? It seems... his younger brother's name is Yintong.

"Yin Qingmu's younger brother... is that Yin Tong?" Xiao Zimo could only say this.

"It seems that you have remembered, Xiao Zimo, killed my son! I must pay for your life!" The old man roared, his eight-star physique and the second-level realm were fully exposed, and some weaker people around him Scarlet blood began to flow from the cultivator's mouth, his face was pale, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

"So it's another debt collector!" Facing Yin Wushan's oppression, Xiao Zimo not only didn't feel uncomfortable, but even smiled slightly, completely ignoring it.

"Xiao Zimo, take your life!" Yin Wushan's right hand was in the shape of a claw, and a black aura enveloped his hand.

"Broken Yin Claw!"

Whoosh!

As if a gust of wind had blown by, the figure of Yin Wushan had appeared in front of Xiao Zimo, grabbing towards his neck.

Clang!

Xiao Zimo turned his right hand, and lightly rested the blade of Guikui on Yin Wushan's claws. With a light tap of his toe, he rose into the air and got behind him.

"cut!"

call out!

A silver-white saber qi burst out from Guiku's blade, gradually sweeping Yin Wushan's body with a terrifying aura.

"Hmph! It's a small skill!" Yin Wushan snorted coldly, raising his hand to smash the saber energy that swept towards him, but...

"Parasitic thread..." Xiao Zimo said lightly, and moved his left hand a few times.

"What... what!" Yin Wushan felt his body tremble for a while, and then he couldn't control his body at all, and could only watch the saber energy slashing across his right arm head-on.

Pooh!

A bloody arrow shot out immediately, Yin Wushan watched blankly as his arm separated from his body and fell to the ground, and then he screamed.

"My...my hand...my hand...my hand..."