On the ground, hundreds of foundation-building monks from the Blood Crow Palace were already swarming over.
Wenxuan and Elder Yu were trapped in mid-air, unable to get out.
The situation is very clear now. The disciples of Piaomiao Peak have only one way, which is to escape!
And there isn’t much time left for them.
Once Wenxuan and Elder Yu can no longer hold on, they will not only face hundreds of foundation-building monks, but also the pursuit of Jindan Master.
"Let's go!"
Qin Yu, the leader of the inheritance disciples, shouted loudly and did not dare to stay any longer, so he turned around and ran away.
Another disciple of the inheritance, Ji Chengtian, also followed closely behind.
Many Piaomiao Peak disciples were walking with swords and fled in all directions, running towards the outside of Dongling Valley.
"Brother, Senior Sister Leng, run away!"
The little fat man looked nervous and was sweating profusely as he said hello.
Leng Rou nodded.
The two of them looked at Su Zimo subconsciously.
At this time, Su Zimo squinted his eyes, exuding cold murderous intent, and the top-quality flying sword hung in his palm, trembling slightly.
Of course, Su Zimo also knew that the wisest thing at the moment was to escape from here as much as possible.
But he was unwilling to do so!
"You go first, I'll kill this person!"
Su Zimo waved his sleeves, and the top-quality flying sword in his palm flashed with four dazzling lights. With a whoosh, it flew through the air and went straight to stab Feng Haoyu in the distance.
"boom!"
At the same time, Su Zimo took a step forward with his left foot and landed heavily on the ground. His legs exerted force, and his whole body was like a divine horse, running wildly, leaving a series of figures behind him.
"Um?"
Feng Haoyu felt an extremely sharp edge, like a thorn in his back, and the air was torn apart, making a weird sound.
Feng Haoyu frowned, and without thinking too much, he turned the flying sword and activated the secret technique of the Misty Sword.
call out!
The sword trembled slightly and disappeared into the void.
Due to its speed, this high-grade flying sword almost blended into the void, becoming ethereal and transparent, making it difficult to detect.
In terms of sword control, Feng Haoyu was indeed far superior to Su Zimo.
"when!"
Feng Haoyu's flying sword arrived first and intercepted Su Zimo's flying sword, sparks flying everywhere.
"The best flying sword!"
Feng Haoyu noticed the four spiritual patterns on Su Zimo's flying sword, his eyes became hot, and there was a hint of greed.
"Feng Haoyu, give me your life!"
Su Zimo's voice sounded like thunder on the ground. His whole person was full of momentum and murderous intent. He was carrying an unrivaled momentum and came with a bang!
Feng Haoyu's expression changed drastically.
"Su Zimo, how dare you..."
Feng Haoyu never expected that Su Zimo did not choose to escape, but actually dared to rush forward against hundreds of foundation-building monks!
Su Zimo naturally knew that he could not compare to Feng Haoyu in the skill of wielding a sword.
Even if he had the best flying sword, he could only be tied with Feng Haoyu at best in a flying sword duel.
Therefore, Su Zimo used the flying sword just to attract Feng Haoyu's attention.
The real killer move is yet to come!
Today, the distance between Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu is less than five steps.
Within five steps, even if Feng Haoyu has perfected his foundation building, he will still hate this!
boom!
Su Zimo made a backhand punch, and his right arm drew a huge arc in mid-air. He used the fist as a seal to pressurize the air and make a loud noise.
Feng Haoyu had no time to dodge and immediately crushed the amulet in his hand.
A mask of light rose.
boom!
The big seal hit the light mask heavily with supreme ferocity.
Click!
The second-level amulet was shattered by Su Zimo's punch!
hiss!
Feng Haoyu took a breath of air and his pupils shrank violently.
Su Zimo's expression was indifferent, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, he stepped forward and punched again.
This punch directly blocked all Feng Haoyu's escape routes!
Feng Haoyu turned around suddenly, and with a leap from his back, a pair of huge wings stretched out strangely.
This pair of wings is different from real wings. They are formed by condensing spiritual power through secret methods.
This secret technique is another secret technique of Piaomiao Peak - Misty Wings!
Misty Wings can be regarded as an auxiliary means.
This means that the foundation-building monks can leave the ground and fly into the air without the help of any external objects, just like Jindan Zhenren!
The ethereal wings are much more flexible than the monk's sword flying. If used properly, it will greatly improve the monk's overall strength.
In this situation, Feng Haoyu turned around and ran away, running on the ground, but he would definitely not be able to escape Su Zimo's pursuit.
If you are flying with a sword, you must also use the flying sword, one step slower.
Only by condensing the ethereal wings can we possibly escape!
Whoops!
With his wings fluttering, Feng Haoyu soared into the sky and galloped towards the sky.
This change was completely beyond Su Zimo's expectations.
When the punch in front of him was about to miss, Su Zimo put his feet on the ground and jumped up with the help of the huge rebound force.
Crackling!
At the same time, the muscles and bones in Su Zimo's body screamed, and his right arm suddenly expanded by a foot, turned into a fist, and grabbed Feng Haoyu's back.
Stab!
Blood filled the air.
"ah!"
A scream came from mid-air.
On Feng Haoyu's left leg, a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off by Su Zimo, revealing the muscles and bones inside, which was shocking!
This time, if Feng Haoyu reacts a little slower, it will be enough to dig out his heart!
Su Zimo's figure landed.
Feng Haoyu flashed his ethereal wings, his face was pale, and he was sweating in pain.
Feng Haoyu fled to the young man in blood robe, panting heavily, and looked back with lingering fear.
At this time, hundreds of foundation-building monks from the Blood Crow Palace had already rushed up, and many flying swords and spiritual arts poured down.
Next to Feng Haoyu was not only the young man in blood robe, but also a golden elixir realm spirit demon.
It is no longer realistic to rush over and kill Feng Haoyu.
Su Zimo gritted his teeth and stepped back.
call out!
The best flying sword penetrated the void, and when it returned to Su Zimo, it killed a foundation-building monk under the sword.
boom!
As soon as a foundation-building monk rushed up, Su Zimo punched his body and his body exploded. His flesh and blood burst and he died on the spot.
Wow!
Su Zimo transferred his blood, and a terrifying sound of ocean waves came from his body, surging and terrifying.
Among the huge crowd, Su Zimo looked like an ancient monster, with a menacing aura.
Puff puff!
Su Zimo took a step forward and leaned forward.
The many monks who stood in front of him were crushed on the spot, their flesh and blood flying everywhere, leaving corpses lying on the ground, and blood flowing like rivers.
Su Zimo stepped on the bones and the river of blood, and he was like a killing god, killing towards the outside of Dongling Valley.
"Um?"
Not far away, the blood-robed young man's eyes fell on Su Zimo, and he let out a light sigh with curiosity in his eyes.
"What a strong bloodline, interesting. Who is this person?"
The young man in blood robe asked.
Feng Haoyu swallowed and said in a deep voice: "This person is Su Zimo. He was the one who killed the young master's blood slave outside Linfeng City."
"Finally found him."
The blood-robed young man smiled slightly and said leisurely: "It would be a pity to kill this kind of blood directly. I want him to become my blood slave, and he will serve me as my master and be used by me for the rest of his life!"