Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 360 Murder

Qiu Wanli had a ferocious look on his face, holding the wine jar in his left hand, and a single knife in the palm of his right hand.

Qiu Wanli came over aggressively with a dozen monks.

"In the Second Age, I don't know what the Taoist instructed?"

Ji Chengtian first stepped his arms and fists, did the salute, and nodded with a smile.

If it is on the continent, such as Ji Chengtian's courteous and thoughtful, everyone has no deep hatred, contention for interests, and it is difficult to conflict.

But that was in the continent, and here is the battlefield of ancient times.

What they are facing is not a good kind. People are harmless to tigers, and tigers are detrimental!

"Ji Chengtian?"

Qiu Wanli raised a brow, and Pi Xiaorou asked without a smile: "What are you doing?"

"Six pulses build the foundation."

Ji Chengtian hesitated a little and didn't hide it.

"what about you?"

Qiu Wanli looked at Su Zimo and others, and said casually: "This is the rule of Xuantian City. If you want to enter the city, you must truthfully explain the repair to the realm, you must not hide it!"

Upon hearing this, the monks in Xuantian City looked strange.

There is no such rule in the city. The biggest reason why Qiu Wanli said so is to explore the truth and reality of Su Zimo and others.

After all, the monk who built the foundation has opened up a few veins, which cannot be seen with peeping.

Qiu Wanli may seem reckless, but he is also an old man. It is not easy to know that monks who can come to Xuantian City are afraid of hitting iron plates.

Su Zimo frowned at the rules in Qiu Wanli's mouth.

Although the fat people and others resisted, they still said it honestly.

The five-veined foundation, the four-veined foundation ... even the late foundation-building period.

After the last person Su Zimo finished speaking, the monks on the sidelines all shook their heads secretly.

"This kind of strength, dare to go deep into the ancient battlefield, I really don't know whether to die."

"Yes, how many monks in this Xuantian City are the foundations of the five veins? Like a group of monks, just coming out alone is enough to end them."

Qiu Wanli also completely relaxed, took a sip of hard alcohol, was drunk and blurred, took a nap, and the wine was smoked, sprayed on Ji Chengtian's face.

Ji Chengtian's face was a little ugly, but he breathed out a long breath, still forbearing.

Qiu Wanli grinned and asked, "It's been a month since entering the ancient battlefield, have you got Kaimai Dan?"

Ji Chengtian didn't hesitate and shook his head: "No."

In fact, each of them had a Kaidan in their storage bag.

But if you admit it at this time, it will definitely lead to the death of the body!

"well."

Qiu Wanli nodded, and said blankly, "Give all your storage bags, I will check it myself."

Hearing here, let alone Ji Chengtian, even the fat man and others showed anger.

This is exactly naked bullying!

Su Zimo didn't say a word, stood behind Ji Chengtian and watched coldly.

Ji Chengtian took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Taoyou, your request is a bit excessive ..."

"Excessive?"

Before Ji Chengtian finished speaking, Qiu Wanli asked with a smile.

The voice didn't fall, Qiu Wanli's eyes flashed coldly, the long knife in his hand turned, and the sharp blade directly wiped Ji Chengtian's neck. It was extremely fast and the cold was pressing!

This knife, no warning, full of intentions!

After this month of training, Ji Chengtian has grown a lot and his vigilance has also greatly increased.

Just now, he was vaguely aware of Qiu Wanli's murderous power.

But along the way, he was already exhausted physically and mentally, his condition was not good, and his response was a little slower.

The blade came, and the skin was tingling. Ji Chengtian seemed to be able to see the scene of his throat being split. He couldn't help sighing in his heart: "I'm dead!"

This idea did not fall, Ji Chengtian suddenly felt a huge force, and dragged him back suddenly.

Qiu Wanli's knife tip, passing by Ji Chengtian's throat, will cut a bit of flesh, seeping a trace of blood, dangerous and dangerous!

If Ji Chengtian is a little slower, this knife will be enough to cut his throat!

For the rest of his life after the disaster, Ji Cheng was frightened with a cold sweat and gasped.

Looking at Su Zimo next to him, Ji Chengtian was about to say thank you, and suddenly felt a flower in front of him, a figure flashed, Su Zimo had disappeared.

boom!

Detective Su Zimo dragged Ji Chengtian back from the edge of life and death. Without a word, he stepped out and made the shelf of Li Tianbu.

Suddenly, the bluestone under his feet exploded, shaking the mountain.

The buildings on both sides of the street trembled, causing the exclamation of countless monks.

Su Zimo's eyes were like a knife, and he reached out his palm, spread his five fingers, and shrouded his head toward Qiu Wanli's head, as if he could cover the sky!

Qiu Wanli missed the knife. Before he could react, he saw Ji Chengtian flashing a person behind him.

Su Zimo Pu Fan's big palm shrouded over him, the space atmosphere was oppressed, Qiu Wanli even produced a sense of suffocation!

Qiu Wanli didn't have much time to think about it. He didn't wait for his moves to use his old style. He stabbed his backhand and darted toward Su Zimo's wrist.

The blade trembled, flashing three auras.

This is a good sword!

But nowadays, Su Zimo's physical body is so strong that it is too difficult for ordinary top-grade spirits to hurt him!

In the face of Qiu Wanli's spirit knife, Su Zimo's moves remained unchanged. He grabbed it down, grabbed it with the palm of his hand, and shocked and rolled it.

Su Zimo bullied himself, clenched the spirit knife in his hand, and pierced his back!

Huh!

Blood flickered, and behind Qiu Wanli's head, a blood-stained dagger protruded.

Between the bodies of the two men, Qiu Wanli's head was punctured and penetrated, and she died on the spot!

Su Zimo has long seen that this enmity is not a good kind, but an extremely wicked person, so when he hits it, he will kill it, and he has no intention of keeping it!

With one stroke, Qiu Wanli was killed, and Su Zimo's footsteps shifted into the arms of another monk, leaning against him.

As soon as the palm of this person was placed on the storage bag, he felt dark before his eyes, and there was a severe pain in his chest, his body flew uncontrollably, and he completely lost consciousness.

Huh!

Su Zimo moves differently, shaking his body, leaving behind a series of afterimages. His left arm curled up, using his fist as a seal, he crashed and hit another person's heavenly cover.

Brain cracked!

Another person crosses the street.

"Bold!"

"court death!"

More than a dozen monks brought by Qiu Wanli reacted and called out loud, and took out all kinds of weapons, most of which were melee weapons.

One of them picked up a huge hammer, the wind screamed, and slammed hard against Su Zimo's head.

Su Zimo did not retreat, punched with a backhand, and used the flesh to hardly shake the person's magical weapon. Instead, he hit the hammer with the hammer in his hand and fell into the arms of another monk. .

The broken bone was as sharp as a gun head and inserted into the lungs. The man was breathing heavily, and a throat-like breathing sound came out of his throat, heavy and hoarse, and he couldn't live.

On the long street, the silhouettes staggered, Su Zimo rabbits rose and fell, interspersed among a dozen monks, and the sound of the collision and collision came one after another.

But ten breaths, all voices returned to calm, leaving only a dozen corpses in place.

(End of this chapter)