MTL - Eternal Sacred King-Chapter 43 Flee

Chapter 43 Full Escape

A year of survival in the Langlang Mountains gave Su Zimo a deeper understanding of fighting.

There are many factors that affect a battle. Strength is the foundation, but it is not the only one.

The weather, mentality, environment, preparation, and all kinds of details will change the situation and even affect the final outcome.

Su Zimo's shot this time took advantage of preparation and weather.

One side was defenseless, while the other side waited long.

Coupled with heavy snow, covering the line of sight, the visibility is very low, when the Xiu Zong practitioners responded, all five sharp arrows had hit their eyes!

when! when! when! when!

Of the five arrows, two shot on the mask on the two elders of Huanzong Zong. The mask trembled fiercely, but the arrow was ejected.

The other two were blocked by the flying swords sacrificed by the two elders of Huanzong.

But the arrow that hit the Elder Gao caused devastating damage to the many monks at Huanxi Sect!

Unexpectedly, the high elders in the early days of the foundation were shot and killed.

And the power of this arrow was hardly attenuated, and he continued to walk backwards.

The spirit boat is not that big, more than a hundred practitioners are divided into five columns, standing behind five elders, and behind elder Gao, there are twenty practitioners!

Even the monk Zhuji didn't respond, so how can we talk about the later practitioners?

The twenty practitioners did not even see the sharp arrow, and felt a pain in the chest. The vitality in the body quickly passed away, their eyes dimmed, and they fell from the spirit boat.

This arrow is too powerful!

Penetrating the flesh and blood of twenty-one practitioners, there was still plenty of energy, and he shot it on a towering ancient tree, his arrow trembling trembling.

A total of twenty-one practitioners, including a monk-builder, were shot and killed by Su Zimo!

"it's him!"

"It's Su Zimo!"

Several practitioners on the spiritual boat recognized Su Zimo and shouted.

"Withdraw the soul boat and siege this man!"

Elder Qian was angry and shouted sharply.

Although this arrow did not hurt the four monks, they made them feel scared for a while.

As long as they react slightly, they are now a dead body!

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Many spirit practitioners on the spiritual boat rose into the air, sacrificed artifacts, and simultaneously shot at Su Zimo.

In a short time, the aura of light flickered in the air, dazzling, and the sword was like frost.

Of course, Su Zimo didn't think he had the strength to fight against a sect, only that one arrow was able to shoot and kill the monks. It was already a fluke.

After shooting five arrows, Su Zimo fled to the distance without hesitation.

"disease!"

The two Elder Zongxizong shot at the same time, a flash of aura flashed on the flying sword, and went straight to the back of Su Zimo's head.

Before the sword arrived, Su Zimo felt his scalp explode and a bit of chill invaded his body.

"Can't fight hard!"

Su Zimo realized that, even if he broke out, he would be able to block the Jianjian monk's flying sword, and he would probably be seriously injured.

Elder Chen sacrificed a long urn from the storage bag, and displayed it against the wind. On the strip-shaped urn, the picture was strange, like a ghost.

suddenly!

With a flash of light on Changyu, the sharp ghost suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Su Zimo. His eyes were fierce and scalp!

Su Zimo felt dizzy and his consciousness began to blur.

He froze in his heart, dare not look at it again, bit his tongue gently, kept awake, and kept running forward, tossing and moving in the jungle, avoiding the many spirits that kept coming from behind.

Until this time, Su Zimo really realized the change that his spiritual consciousness brought to him.

In all fairness, the spiritual help is not obvious if you are fighting alone with the spiritualists.

However, under such intensive offensive, the aura of light was dazzling, dazzling, the sword was singing, the stone was worn, and both eyes and hearing were greatly disturbed.

Even if Su Zimo saw a flying sword stabbing and wanted to dodge, it was too late.

But consciousness is different.

Don't see it, avoid danger!

Su Zimo didn't need to see or listen, and relied on an indescribable induction to escape through the dense shadow of swords and swords.

Only then did Su Zimo shoot five arrows at once because he realized that once the two sides played against each other, the other party might not give him another chance to shoot arrows.

as expected.

Under the stormy offensive, let alone archery, as long as Su Zimo pauses, he will be killed instantly!

Whoo!

A breathtaking voice sounded.

Su Zimo's heart throbbed suddenly, and he stiffened to stop the galloping forward, withdrew the Hanyue Sword backhand, turned round, and opened a dozen stabbing flying swords.

With the power from the flying sword, the body tilted, fell to the other side, and rolled on the ground.

boom!

A loud noise.

Su Zimo glanced sideways, just three inches in front of his footsteps, the ground was smashed into a large pit by a ring spirit!

If he only walked one more step forward, the whole person would be blasted by this ring spirit!

Su Zimo looked closely, two spirit patterns flashed on the ring spirit.

Zhongpin Magician!

Seeing Su Zimo dodging his long-awaited killing blow, Elder Qian hummed, controlled the ring spirit, and killed Su Zimo again.

Su Zimo was lying on the ground, using both hands and feet, and walking close to the ground. His body was as weak and agile as a python, and he slid across the snow, leaving behind a tortuous trace.

Seeing that Feijian was about to stab Su Zimo, he twisted his body strangely, avoiding it dangerously, but his speed was hardly reduced.

Many cultivators are even more annoyed and have more aggressive shots.

boom! boom! boom!

The artifact fell through, slamming on the ground, and passing by Su Zimo several times.

The turbulent sandstone hit Su Zimo on the body, and there was a faint pain.

Su Zimo squeezed his lips tightly, looking calm, and clenching his teeth.

Where have the practitioners of Huanxi Sect ever seen this body form?

Sometimes it runs like a horse, sometimes it runs like an ape, and sometimes it moves like a python.

Su Zimo's physical quality has completely exceeded the cognition of many practitioners.

Even a spirit beast known for its physical strength cannot do this!

"Boy, you will die today, no doubt, I see where you can escape!" Elder Chen scolded angrily, waved the long urn in his hand, the sharp ghost on it opened his mouth, and spit out a black mist.

Unexpectedly, nowadays, the wind and snow are heavy, and the black mist has just blown out, so it blows away the snow and snow, but floats in the direction of Huanxizong's Qiqishi.

Many practitioners were caught off guard, but were contaminated by the black mist, and instantly became pale and blue, Yintang became black, lost balance in the air, and shook.

Everyone rushed out a panacea from the storage bag, swallowed it, and then eased slightly.

Although this elder Chen's puppet is only a sublime artifact, it can affect the opponent's mind. The black mist just sprayed out is his killer puppet.

If the monks in the middle of the construction period are not paying attention, they may plant a big heel.

Where did Elder Chen expect that his own killer did not hurt Su Zimo, instead he made his own party messy.

Seeing this scene, Elder Qian scolded angrily: "Stupid, put away your broken cricket, give me the honest pursuit of this son, he can not last long!"

Elder Chen's face was ugly, and he blamed all the reasons on Su Zimo's body.

(End of this chapter)