Chapter 45

In the darkness, the faces of the three elders of Huanxi Sect were uncertain. Almost at the same time, the three sacrificed spirit artifacts, two low-grade ones, and one middle-grade one.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

The spirit weapon was shining brightly, exuding cold murderous intent, and galloped forward.

puff! puff!

The two Huanxi Sect disciples were unprepared and were killed on the spot by the spirit weapons of the three elder Qian.

The spirit weapon was cast away continuously, and went straight to the vital point of Su Zimo's body!

The space in the cave is small, and there is not much room for the Huanxi Sect to dodge, but this means that Su Zimo's movement is also greatly restricted.

Su Zimo did not expect that the three elders of Huanxi Zong would be so fierce and decisive that they would force their actions regardless of the safety of the sect disciples!

On the side of Su Zimo's head, he avoided the ring spirit weapon that threatened him the most.

puff!

But at the same time, a little cold light suddenly appeared in the chest of this Qi Qi practitioner.

Another flying sword protruded from this person's chest and pierced Su Zimo's throat!

too close!

At this distance, Su Zimo had no time to dodge.

Su Zimo withdrew the Hanyue Knife homeopathically and blocked the flying sword.

when!

The sound of the collision of swords and swords sounded, sparks shot in all directions, Su Zimo's body was shaken, the tiger's mouth was cracked, blood was flowing, and Hanyue knife almost flew away.

Since the two sides have fought, Su Zimo has always avoided head-to-head confrontation with the foundation-building cultivator.

Sure enough, the strength of the foundation-building cultivator to control the flying sword is definitely not what his current body can bear.

Su Zimo's entire right arm was numb, and he couldn't use his strength for a while.

In the early days of foundation building, the power of the lower-grade spiritual weapons of the monks and imperial envoys was so strong. If the ring-shaped middle-grade spiritual weapons of the elders were to be accepted, I am afraid that Su Zimo would be destroyed on the spot!

Of course, Su Zimo's knife is not completely useless.

Elder Chen's flying sword should have pierced Su Zimo's chest, but it was slammed by Hanyue Knife, but it deviated slightly, piercing Su Zimo's shoulder blades, splashing blood!

Since the fight, Su Zimo has been injured for the first time, his shoulder blade stabbed unbearably, and his left arm could hardly be used anymore!

"So strong!"

Su Zimo murmured secretly.

Even in the face of Dzogchen training qishi, Su Zimo can fight with it unscathed.

But just at the beginning of the foundation building, the power has leaped to a terrifying level!

Fortunately, although Su Zimo's right arm was tingling, he did not receive much impact. After a while, he could continue to fight again.

Su Zimo didn't dare to stay here, turned his head back on the mountain, bumped into the several Qi practitioners who stood in front of him, unfolded his body skills, and galloped out of the cave.

Su Zimo didn't know that at this moment, the hearts of the three Elder Qian were even more shocked, and their faces were full of disbelief.

"not dead?"

"You actually blocked Old Chen's sword?"

"How can it be?"

"Alive and kicking, still have the strength to escape?"

Elder Qian made a decisive decision and greeted: "Quickly chase, this one is injured, and I can't escape far!"

The three elders were the first to chase after them, and the remaining Huanxizong practitioners also hurriedly followed. They really didn't want to stay in this cave for a while.

Before entering the cave, there were more than 80 gas trainers, and now there are only more than 50 people left.

Most of them died in the hands of Su Zimo, and a few died under the hands of the elders of the sect.

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that no matter what the outcome of this trip, Huanxi Sect had already lost.

Five foundation-building monks, with more than a hundred qi practitioners, mobilized almost half of the power of the sect to chase and kill a mortal, but they were killed nearly half!

The two elders died, and the remaining Qi Practitioners were also in a panic and inexplicable fear.

"He must be killed!" Elder Qian gritted his teeth, his face gloomy.

Elder Chen showed a hideous face and said viciously: "It would be best if he could be captured alive. I want to put him tortured for the rest of his life, and then I will thwart his bones to ashes and smash the corpse into thousands of pieces!"

"The Su family can't let it go, kill him, and the blood will flow, and the chickens and dogs will not stay!" Gongliang Jinghan said.

Everyone in Huanxi Zong chased out the cave. Although there was still heavy snow outside, they suddenly opened up and finally got rid of the suffocating depression in the cave.

"there!"

Elder Qian pointed forward. Not far away, Su Zimo was still running, his left arm was drooping, dripping with blood, and it was extremely dazzling on the snow.

"Chase!"

Everyone in Huanxi Sect leaped into the air and galloped forward.

"Brother Qian, the aura on the amulet will not last long, we have to stop this as soon as possible." Elder Chen whispered: "Once the amulet fails, our lives will be in danger!"

If Fu Lu was released, it would not have been effective.

After a period of time, the aura on the talisman will dissipate and it will become invalid.

Elder Chen only had this amulet on his body. Once it expired, he would be no different from Gong Liangjing.

If he meets the situation in the cave again, he will not escape death.

Elder Qian nodded.

In fact, there is still a talisman in his storage bag, but the talisman is so precious that he doesn't want to waste it.

Elder Qian stepped on the Flying Sword, and read a gesture with both hands. In the wind and snow, a mysterious force suddenly poured in, as if being called by some kind, to the fingertips of Elder Qian.

"Fall trap technique!"

Elder Qian suddenly pointed towards Su Zimo's escape.

A long time ago, Su Zimo felt a palpitating heart. Hearing Elder Qian's voice, Su Zimo stopped quickly.

Boom!

Right in front of Su Zimo, the ground seemed to be hit by some force, and suddenly collapsed, and a big hole appeared.

If Su Zimo was unprepared and his feet were soft, he would fall directly into this pit.

"what is this?"

Su Zimo's eyes were startled and uncertain.

He had long expected that the foundation-building cultivator might have some mysterious means, but the scene before him was beyond his cognition.

"Wooden Entangling Technique!"

At the moment when Su Zimo was slightly stunned, another voice rang in his ears.

"Um?"

Su Zimo was shocked and cried out that it was not good, so he wanted to bypass the big pit in front and flee to the other side.

Unexpectedly, just as Su Zimo was about to get up, in the snow below his feet, a few dead branches and vines suddenly spread, entwining his feet tightly!

call out! call out! call out!

The sound of a spiritual weapon breaking through the air came from my ear, which was breathtaking.

At this time, Su Zimo's figure was restricted, unable to dodge, and once hit by a spirit weapon, he would die on the spot.

Su Zimo was not in trouble, and fell directly to the ground, holding the Hanyue Knife with his backhand, and slashing at the vines entwined around his feet.

Click!

The vine broke.

At the same time, the dense array of spiritual weapons has also come to the front. Su Zimo gritted his teeth, his body was twisted to the limit, and his muscles stretched and contracted. There was a crackling sound from the bones in his body. Pieces of spirit tool.

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After avoiding these three spiritual weapons, Su Zimo couldn't hide from the oncoming more than fifty spiritual weapons.

Although all the fighters shot at the same time, more than 50 fighters shot at the same time. This is also a terrifying force that cannot be ignored!

In an instant, the situation became extremely dangerous, and Su Zimo's life was hanging by a thread!