Panlong Mountains.
Although the battle between Su Zimo and the Xinglu Guards had ended for more than two hours, the enthusiasm of the discussion among the many monks had not diminished at all.
Not surprisingly, the changes in the Immortal Sect election will definitely spread throughout the Shenxiao Continent.
"Look, what's going on over there?"
"We met Liefeng's group again!"
"These people are really looking for death. They actually took the initiative to surround them."
When Su Zimo descended into the valley, he was surrounded by the people in Gale Wind. No one among the monks at that time expected him to come out alive.
But now, more than twenty days have passed, and the scene in front of me seems like just yesterday, but everyone's opinions are completely different.
Many monks looked at Liefeng and others with eyes filled with pity.
Li Feng and his group have made it this far, and as expected, besides Li Feng, there is another person who can make it into the last hundred.
But now, this group of people is targeting Su Zimo, and the consequences can be imagined.
In the valley.
Dozens of monks rushed up and surrounded Su Zimo. Their eyes were blazing and they wanted to eat Su Zimo alive.
"Fellow Taoist looks a little unfamiliar."
A fat-minded monk asked with a smile and evil intentions.
"Yeah?"
Su Zimo looked around and said with a half-smile, "I think you all look familiar. I should have seen them before."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Dozens of monks around burst into laughter.
A monk said proudly: "Did you see that we brothers are joining forces together? We are quite famous in this valley, and this man also recognizes us."
At first, the fat-faced monk raised his head slightly and asked, "How many Panlong Orders have you received this year, fellow Taoist?"
"More than 1,200 yuan."
Su Zimo didn't hide anything and said calmly.
The eyes of the monks around him lit up!
If some of them can get more than 1,200 pieces of Panlong Token, there is even a chance to break through to 1,800 pieces!
Even Li Feng, who was not far away with his eyes closed and concentrating, was slightly surprised. A slit appeared in his eyes and he glanced this way.
"My words are true, this is really a fat sheep, hahaha!"
The fat-faced monk smiled from ear to ear, feeling elated.
"Hehehehe..."
Su Zimo also laughed.
"You idiot, you're still giggling!"
The fat-faced monk suddenly showed a ferocious expression. He stepped forward and raised his hand to hit Su Zimo in the face. A gust of evil wind blew up from his fat and thick palm!
The fat-faced monk didn't hold back at all.
He wanted to kill Su Zimo directly here, without even giving Su Zimo a chance to use the Panlong Order!
The smile on Su Zimo's face did not diminish, and he also took action, hitting the fat-faced monk's face.
This palm is faster and more fierce!
Not to mention the monks around him, even the fat-faced monk directly opposite couldn't react.
His palm was only halfway through the slap, but Su Zimo's slap had already hit his fat face!
Snapped!
The face of the fat-faced monk was obviously deformed by bone fractures, and half of his face was sunken, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!
This slap directly shattered the fat-faced monk's spirit.
The fat corpse crashed into the crowd. The force was so terrifying that the bones of the other two monks were smashed into pieces!
This person is ruthless, and Su Zimo will never show mercy.
After killing this man, Su Zimo took advantage of the stunned expressions of the monks around him to take action again, pounced into the crowd, and started killing!
In a close combat fight, even the execution guards wearing black gold feather armor were no match for Su Zimo.
This group of monks is even worse.
Although the combat power of this group of monks is not weak, compared with the iron-blooded killing, strict discipline, and tacit cooperation of the execution guards, they can only be regarded as a group of rabble.
Su Zimo went on a rampage, crushing everyone along the way, and those who fought with him were either dead or injured!
The battlefield was in chaos, with screams and blood mist filling the air.
The initial pride on the faces of these dozens of monks disappeared, replaced by endless horror.
What kind of existence did they provoke
Buzz! Buzz!
Some seriously injured monks did not dare to stay on the battlefield, so they used the Coiling Dragon Order and teleported away.
"How brave!"
Seeing that the team suffered heavy losses, Liefeng couldn't help but fly into the air and became furious.
He led the remaining dozens of monks to swarm forward, bursting out a series of supernatural powers, secret techniques, and magical weapons, intertwined into a large net, and enveloped Su Zimo.
Su Zimo's eyes flashed with brilliance, and the magic formulas in his hands continued to change. A bright starry sky suddenly appeared above his head.
Most of the starry sky was dim.
But there are hundreds of millions of bright stars, and billions of starlights are falling down, pouring into Su Zimo's body continuously!
Every acupoint of Su Zimo was bursting with starlight, and his whole aura surged!
The Xuanling Beidou Picture is coming!
boom! boom! boom!
With the Xuanling Beidou Diagram hanging above his head, Su Zimo's combat power has skyrocketed. With just his bare hands and his physical body, he can fight against the many magical weapons that come down on him without falling behind!
But once Su Zimo got close to him, these monks couldn't resist him at all.
Li Feng released two or three magical powers in succession, but they failed to hurt Su Zimo at all, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.
A trace of fear flashed across Liefeng's eyes, and he wanted to retreat.
There are already enough Coiling Dragon Orders in his storage bag, so there is no need to fight for life and death with this ruthless man who appears out of nowhere.
As for the monks gathered around him, he didn't take it to heart at all.
The election of the Immortal Sect is about to end, there is no need to harm yourself for this group of monks!
After thinking about this, Liefeng made a decision in his heart and raised his voice: "My Taoist friend is very good at what I do, and I admire you. However, right now, I don't want to compete with you in a life-or-death battle. I'll just say goodbye today. If there is a chance, we will be together." There will be a battle in the future!"
Su Zimo smiled lightly and said: "These days, haven't you been looking for my whereabouts? Why did you leave again when we bumped into me today?"
"You, you are..."
Liefeng's expression changed when he heard this.
The only person he has been looking for these days is the sick young man.
Could it be said that this person is the sick man
Su Zimo's eyes widened, and he suddenly burst out with ethereal wings, wind and thunder wings, ground-spanning golden light, heavenly feet and other magical powers and secret techniques, and his speed increased dramatically.
But he saw a shadow passing through the gaps between the many swords and swords and rushing towards the gale.
"It's really you!"
Liefeng was shocked and exclaimed.
This kind of movement and this kind of burst of speed was something he was all too familiar with.
"You are worthy of a fight with me!"
In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo came to Li Feng, shouted loudly, and grabbed Li Feng with a backhand palm.
In his palm, a storm of sword energy condensed.
The moment it came down, it suddenly exploded!
Countless streaks of white sword energy flew everywhere and pierced into the crowd, causing a cry of mourning.
Every sword energy is a heavenly killing sword energy!
This kind of killing power sweeps across the battlefield and is unmatched by anyone!
The fierce wind that is so close at hand is the first to bear the brunt!