Su Zimo stepped in front of the skinny Qi practitioner, flipped his hand and used his earth-shattering palm, blasting towards the opponent's front door!
The skinny Qi practitioner was very alert and reacted very quickly. When he saw Su Zimo avoid the flying sword, he took out a mirror from the bag on his waist and quickly made a spell in his hand.
The mirror suddenly became larger and shimmering.
Su Zimo had long noticed that these cultivators all had a small cloth bag hanging on their waist, which seemed to contain something. If they touched it with their palms, they would be able to take out something.
But Su Zimo was not surprised. These little bags were obviously much weaker than Dieyue's method of opening up a large practice field.
In a hurry, the thin qigong practitioner raised the mirror in his hand with one arm and blocked it above his head.
boom!
Click, click, click!
Su Zimo's hand fell on the mirror of the emaciated Qi practitioner. First there was a loud noise, and then, cracks appeared on the mirror.
"ah!"
The emaciated Qi practitioner screamed, and his arm was instantly crushed by the force rebounded from the mirror. His muscles and bones were shattered, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere!
This time, Su Zimo dared to fight with bare hands.
On the one hand, it was because he realized that the mirror was not offensive, and on the other hand, when the other party offered the mirror, there was no spiritual light flashing on it.
Sure enough, the mirror was destroyed by Su Zimo's palm, and the skinny Qi practitioner almost died on the spot!
The skinny Qi practitioner fell to the ground, his face pale, and screamed: "Who are you, dare to interfere in the affairs of my Huanxi Sect!"
"Kill your people!"
Su Zimo sneered and stepped forward to take the life of this skinny Qi practitioner.
At this moment, Su Zimo saw a strange flash in the eyes of the thin qi practitioner.
"Huh? Not good!"
Su Zimo's heart moved and he quickly retreated.
This was the first time Su Zimo fought with a cultivator, and he was extremely cautious, fearing that the other party had some tricks that he didn't know about, and would suddenly be revealed.
Wow!
The skinny Qi practitioner suddenly raised his palm and sprayed out a powdery mist, exuding a faint fragrance.
But Su Zimo stepped back early and was not contaminated by the powder mist.
"Be careful, fellow Taoist, this is Hehuan Powder, do not inhale it!" came the Huangshan woman's voice, soft and gentle, with a little anxiety.
Su Zimo frowned and looked at the thin Qi practitioner hiding in the powder mist, and paused for a moment.
If you wait for a while, the pink mist will naturally dissipate without fear of threats, but Su Zimo cannot waste time here because there are three cultivators next to him.
Su Zimo turned around decisively, gave up on this person for the time being, and rushed towards the person behind him.
The man behind saw that the thin qigong practitioner was crippled by a palm, and his face turned pale with fright. He quickly controlled the flying sword and stabbed Su Zimo between the eyebrows with all his strength!
There is no aura flickering on this flying sword.
Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, not intending to dodge, and maintained a swooping posture. He stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the oncoming flying sword.
One roll, one shock, one pull!
Uh-huh!
Although the flying sword was not broken, it was thrown aside by Su Zimo and inserted diagonally into the soil.
The Qi practitioner was shocked.
Even though he was only controlling an inferior spiritual weapon, when had he ever seen someone pick up a spiritual weapon with bare hands and remain unscathed
What kind of monster is this man
After just such a delay, Su Zimo had already arrived in front of this person, his body curled up, one knee seemed to be kneeling but not kneeling, he put his hands together and lifted him up!
Blood ape offers fruit!
boom!
This time, it hit the Qi practitioner's chin.
There was a snapping sound from the man's chin and neck bones, his head jerked back and hung on his back, his eyes were wide open, full of fear, and he was no longer breathing.
There were two Qi practitioners left besieging the Huangshan woman. Seeing this scene, they were immediately frightened to death.
Su Zimo spread out his body and rushed towards one of them. He protected his chest with his left hand and made a fist with his right hand. His muscles trembled and his flesh and blood swelled. He used his fist as a seal and fell from the sky with a roar.
A large shadow shrouded over, blocking out the sky!
This qi practitioner was taken by Su Zimo's momentum and was so frightened that he still dared to attack or resist. He quickly turned around and ran away.
Seeing that he was about to escape from the envelope of the big seal above his head, this man felt very happy.
At this moment, there was a trembling sound of bowstrings in his ears, which was breathtaking.
collapse! collapse! collapse!
Su Zimo stretched his muscles, his arms swelled up several inches, and the big seal smashed down. He instantly caught up with the qi practitioner who was escaping in a hurry, and landed on his Tianling Cap.
puff!
After the head exploded, the power of the big seal was still enough to smash the man's body into pieces.
Seeing that five of his fellow disciples were dead and one was injured, the remaining qi practitioner was in a state of confusion and lost consciousness for a moment. The flying sword of the Huangshan woman was circled around his neck.
Douda's head flew up, blood spurted out, and the headless corpse fell down, twitching unconsciously.
The Huangshan woman was dripping with sweat. After killing this man, her chest heaved and she panted slightly, as if she had reached the limit of her physical strength.
Su Zimo turned around and looked at the thin Qi practitioner with a broken arm.
However, they found that this person had taken advantage of this opportunity and had already fled far away. He was pressing the wound with his right hand and walking through the high air with a flying sword under his feet. He was about to disappear into the jungle.
Su Zimo frowned.
At this time, it was too late for him to catch up. Furthermore, even if he could catch up, Su Zimo would be helpless as this person was high in the air.
Suddenly, Su Zimo discovered a fatal weakness in himself.
He couldn't fly.
If the Qi practitioner immediately flies with his sword and then fights with him, this means that he can only be beaten passively and has no way to fight back.
After this fight, the night gradually darkened, and the roar of the spiritual beast could be vaguely heard, shaking the heaven and the earth.
Looking at the back of the thin qi practitioner hidden in the night, Su Zimo's eyes flashed with worry.
This person's escape is ultimately a disaster.
No one knows when this disaster will break out.
However, Su Zimo then thought about it. Now that night was falling, it was the time when spiritual beasts and spirit demons came out to look for food. The strong smell of blood was exuding from this man's broken arm, so he might not be able to walk out of the Canglang Mountains alive.
"Ouch!"
The cry of the monkey interrupted Su Zimo's contemplation.
The monkey's hands and feet were bound, and it was jumping around in place, shouting at Su Zimo, telling him to quickly untie the iron rings on its hands and feet.
"Just stay still for now and let me run around."
It was rare for Su Zimo to see a deflated spirit monkey, so he deliberately left it aside to dry. He came to the corpses of the cultivators, took off six small cloth bags, and stuffed them into his arms without looking at them.
Although he didn't understand it, Su Zimo also realized that this little cloth bag was somewhat mysterious and contained a lot of treasures.
Su Zimo leaned over and picked up a flying sword that fell to the ground.
The shape of this flying sword is somewhat unique. There is no hilt, only the blade, which is extremely sharp.
If it were an ordinary person, there really would be nowhere to start.
But it had little impact on Su Zimo.
Su Zimo held the sharp sword with his bare hands, came to the monkey, aimed at the iron ring tied to the monkey's hand and slashed hard!
when!
Mars is everywhere.
A white mark appeared on the iron ring, but it did not break.
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
This flying sword could shatter even the Thunder Blade, but it couldn't cut through the iron ring on the monkey's hand.
It's a bit troublesome.
Su Zimo vaguely felt that it was not that the flying sword was not sharp enough, but that the method he used was wrong.