Seeing Su Zimo going on a killing spree, with no one able to stop him, the gray-robed monk finally couldn't stand still any longer. He shouted loudly, unleashed his late-stage foundation-building cultivation with all his strength, took out a mid-grade flying sword, and headed straight for Su Zimo. Mo's vest was stabbed!
The two spiritual patterns on the sword are dazzling and bright, exuding a mysterious brilliance and a chilly air.
This sword was so fast that neither Leng Rou nor Little Fatty could escape unscathed.
And after Su Zimo chopped down one person, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without looking back, he could see the ground and move sideways for a few feet to avoid this fatal sword!
When the gray-robed monk saw this, his expression did not change, and he was not surprised.
He had already seen that Su Zimo was a body refiner, and his skills were extremely agile. It was unrealistic to defeat this person within a few moves.
"Everyone, step back and try to keep as much distance as possible."
The gray-robed monk controlled the flying sword and kept chasing Su Zimo while shouting loudly: "If that doesn't work, use your sword to fly into the air as much as possible. Don't let this person get close to you!"
Su Zimo suddenly laughed, stepped forward with his legs, exerted his strength with both feet, and rushed forward, using the movement technique of a divine horse to pass through the gap, leaving a series of afterimages behind him.
"Confusion!"
Su Zimo suddenly stretched out his palm, and a ball of thunder burst out from his palm, exploding in front of everyone's eyes. The light was dazzling, the thunder was rolling, and it was deafening.
Thunder and confusion are both thunder techniques in Taixu Thunder Jue.
Thunder is a killing technique, it is very lethal and covers a large area.
The sense of confusion is an auxiliary spiritual technique with almost no lethality.
With the instant burst of lightning power, it confuses the opponent's five senses, mainly blocking the opponent's hearing and vision.
The many foundation-building monks on the opposite side only felt their eyes blurred, and the roaring in their ears kept ringing, with lingering sounds.
The next moment, Su Zimo was already approaching.
In the close combat, no one was Su Zimo's opponent. Bloody light kept flashing, and in the blink of an eye, several foundation-building monks on the opposite side were dead on the spot!
At this point in the war, among the more than thirty foundation-building monks, all those in the early stages of foundation-building have died!
At this moment, a cry of surprise came from Leng Rou in mid-air, and the amulet on his body suddenly shattered.
Immediately afterwards, Leng Rou was slapped heavily on the lower abdomen by a spiritual palm, fell out, spit out a mouthful of blood, and her face became even paler.
The little fat man's shoulder blade was also pierced by a flying sword, and he fell to the ground, sweating profusely.
But it was the gray-robed monk who was waiting for an opportunity to take action. Although the lives of the two of them were not injured, it was obvious that the little fat man and Leng Rou were unable to fight anymore.
The gray-robed monk was very smart. He saw that the power of the monks in the early stage of foundation building could no longer suppress Su Zimo, so he took action to deal with the little fat man and Leng Rou first.
In this way, the gray-robed monks can reorganize their layout and cooperate with the nine mid-stage foundation-building monks to attack Su Zimo with all their strength!
Su Zimo stood in front of Leng Rou, the little fat man, with a knife across his chest, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Facing the ten foundation-building monks in gray robes, he didn't even show the slightest hint of timidity!
Looking at Su Zimo's back, Leng Rou felt a little complicated in her heart.
This task was originally undertaken by her, Little Fatty, Lu Yangrong, and Guan Jin. Su Zimo was not qualified to participate.
But if it weren't for Su Zimo, she and the little fat man would be dead now.
The little fat man was also filled with emotions.
He originally planned to let Su Zimo come out to relax, but he unexpectedly encountered such a thing. Two senior brothers died tragically, and he and Leng Rou were also seriously injured and could not help.
"Everyone uses flying swords, talismans and other means to suppress him, waiting for an opportunity to burst out with spiritual magic and severely injure this person!"
The gray-robed monk was extremely decisive and quickly commanded the remaining nine mid-stage foundation-building monks to stand in a direction and disperse one after another.
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
One after another flying swords came through the air, with many talismans mixed in between.
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly, held the Hanyue Sword tightly with both hands, let out a long roar, swung his arms, slashed left and blocked right.
Whatever swords, talismans, or even spiritual arts offered by the monks in the middle stage of foundation building, Su Zimo could fight head-on with the power of his blood without losing.
But the gray-robed monks are in the late stage of foundation building.
Su Zimo's Marrow Cutting Chapter is only a small success. Even if it is integrated with the Thunder Sound Marrow Cleansing Sutra, it is not as powerful as it is.
If it was one-on-one, Su Zimo could use many skills to quickly close the distance between the two, and then kill the gray-robed monk with his sword.
But now, there are nine monks in the middle stage of foundation building as helpers of the gray-robed monks. With the cooperation of ten people, Su Zimo was restrained in place.
It's not that Su Zimo can't break through.
But once Su Zimo leaves, Leng Rou and the little fat man behind him will be killed on the spot.
In front of the monks in the middle stage of foundation building, the spiritual tiger is no longer of much use.
when! when! when!
The sound of Han Yue Dao and Fei Jian colliding kept sounding, and sparks shot out.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that ten foundation-building monks were attacking a ninth-level Qi practitioner!
"Gentlemen, please be patient. There must be a secret body-refining technique hidden in this son's body, which makes his body so powerful. After killing this son, this secret body-refining technique will be ours!"
The gray-robed monk shouted again.
The remaining nine mid-stage foundation-building monks were greatly invigorated, their blood surged up, and their attacks became even more ruthless.
Leng Leng and Little Fatty sat where they were, feeling the flashes of swords and swords in front of their eyes, and the sound of fighting between swords and swords, but from the beginning to the end, they were not injured again.
Su Zimo blocked everything for them!
During this period, Su Zimo had no choice but to fight several moves with the gray-robed monks, and suffered some losses. His blood vessels were shaken and his teeth were sore.
The little fat man saw Su Zimo's predicament and couldn't help shouting: "Brother, leave us alone, you go first!"
Leng Rou pursed her red lips tightly and said nothing.
Naturally, she could see that if it weren't for her and the little fat man, even the ten foundation-building monks on the opposite side might not be able to stop Su Zimo!
"Hahaha!"
Seeing that the overall situation was decided, the gray-robed monk couldn't help laughing and said: "Boy, let's see how long you can last!"
The situation in front of him was obvious. Su Zimo was completely passive. If he was not careful, he would not only be unable to protect Leng Rou and the others, but he would also be injured.
As time goes by, Su Zimo's physical strength gradually fails, and it will only be a matter of time before he is defeated.
In fact, Su Zimo was extremely calm at this time and had been watching the fight between the little crane and the blood-eyed crow in the sky.
Due to the power of the previous thunder, there are not many blood-eyed crows left.
The remaining ones were almost hunted down by Xiaohe at this time and could hardly pose any threat.
Su Zimo needs Xiaohe's help.
In this situation, only Xiaohe's strength can help.
Just as the gray-robed monk's laughter faded, Xiaohe eliminated the last few blood-eyed crows, looked down, and met Su Zimo's clear eyes.
Su Zimo nodded, Xiaohe understood.
Due to the previous efforts to stimulate the blood, Su Zimo's green shirt had burst, revealing a thin golden silk armor underneath.
At this time, Su Zimo suddenly pulled off the golden silk armor and threw it to the ground.