"not good!"
The Qi practitioners sitting on both sides of King Yan stood up with a loud sound, their expressions changed drastically.
Extremely dangerous!
In an instant, this seemingly frail scholar seemed to have changed into a completely different person, and the aura he exuded made the four Qi practitioners feel frightened.
Even if the Qi Practitioner was like this, other people in the hall were even more unbearable. Some civil servants were so frightened that they collapsed on the ground, with feces and urine flowing out.
"boom!"
Su Zimo stepped on the ground with both feet and made a loud noise. The ground paved with gold bricks opened a huge gap. It was like a dark hell below, exuding a cold atmosphere.
The whole palace shook violently, dust fell, and the sky seemed to collapse. The sound was terrifying!
If no one saw it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that the scene in front of them was caused by human beings.
Su Zimo had already disappeared from the spot. He was like a powerful horse, rushing forward, and almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of King Yan.
Fast, too fast!
The position where Su Zimo was standing was at least ten feet away from King Yan, but everyone felt as if their eyes were blurred by the fact that King Yan and Su Zimo were already so close.
At this time, the four Qi practitioners beside King Yan had just taken out their spiritual weapons from their storage bags.
The reactions from both sides were completely different!
Only then did everyone in the hall understand the meaning of Su Zimo's words.
Although he was ten feet away from King Yan, to Su Zimo, they were only a short distance away.
Within this short distance, even if you have the power of the whole country, you are still no match for one man!
"You, what are you going to do!"
King Yan was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split apart, his soul was scattered, his eyes were filled with fear, and he subconsciously stepped back.
Su Zimo looked cold and knocked the crown off King Yan's head. The latter's hair fell down and he was in a mess.
Su Zimo stepped forward, stretched out his palm, grabbed King Yan's hair, and lifted him up forcefully!
"ah!"
King Yan screamed in pain, his scalp was almost pulled off by Su Zimo, sweat appeared on his forehead, and his hands and feet were cold.
"How dare you, mortal!"
"Release King Yan quickly, otherwise you will definitely die!"
Two of the four Qi practitioners control flying swords, one controls a long knife, and the last one controls a sharp-edged roulette wheel.
Of the four spiritual weapons, only the roulette wheel has spiritual patterns on it, which is a low-grade spiritual weapon. The other three are all fake spiritual weapons, floating in mid-air, aiming at Su Zimo's vital points, waiting for opportunities to move.
Su Zimo turned a blind eye, pulled King Yan's hair and walked a few steps back, then pulled out a long knife lying on the shelf behind him with his backhand.
Canglang!
The sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed resounded throughout the hall, and the lingering sound was horrifying.
Su Zimo moved the long knife in his hand horizontally and pressed it against King Yan's neck.
King Yan could even feel the chill brought by the blade, and all the hair on his body stood up in an instant.
"My name is Su Zimo, please remember." Su Zimo's voice sounded without any emotion, but it made King Yan panic.
"Su Zimo, do you know that there are hundreds of thousands of Imperial City Forbidden Army plus guards, plus the cultivation sect behind me, you can't escape even with your wings!"
After all, King Yan was the king of a country. When his life was hanging by a thread, he tried his best to calm down, suppressed his fear, gritted his teeth and said, "How about I make a deal with you..."
"hehe."
Su Zimo smiled.
Hearing this laughter, King Yan's heart gradually sank to the bottom.
He realized that Su Zimo was determined to kill!
"call out!"
At this moment, King Yan heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the air at an extremely fast speed.
"A Qi practitioner has taken action!" King Yan was overjoyed.
As long as the Qi practitioner can kill Su Zimo with one sword, he still has a glimmer of hope.
The Qi practitioner who took action stood behind Su Zimo, and the distance between the two was too close, less than a foot.
This flying sword pierced the blind spot of Su Zimo's sight, and like a stream of light, it came to the back of Su Zimo's head in an instant.
The other three Qi practitioners' eyes lit up.
Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce the back of Su Zimo's head, Su Zimo didn't look back, as if there were eyes behind his back, and suddenly threw his arm behind his head, looking limp, and lightly touched the flying sword. A light roll.
"Um?"
The expression of the Qi practitioner who took action changed, and he found that he had lost control of the flying sword.
When a Qi practitioner controls a flying sword, he uses his own spiritual energy to wrap around the flying sword. It can be used to attack or defend like an arm.
But how powerful is the force emitted by the beef tongue curling blade
Under the scrolling, the spiritual energy on the flying sword was instantly dispersed.
Su Zimo threw backhand!
puff!
The flying sword penetrated the chest of the Qi practitioner, bringing out a stream of blood. The force of the sword did not diminish, and it was inserted into the wall of the hall fiercely. The blood-stained sword body trembled.
The whole process sounds slow, but is actually extremely fast.
From the time the Qi practitioner took action until he was pierced by a sword, it took less than a breath!
The man's expression was dull and his eyes were full of disbelief. He lowered his head and looked at Gugu's bloody chest. His eyes were distracted and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"hiss!"
The remaining three Qi practitioners took a breath of air and subconsciously took a few steps back, trying to distance themselves from Su Zimo as much as possible.
If Su Zimo's sword had been thrown at one of them, no one would have been able to dodge it.
The speed of that sword was completely beyond their reaction.
"Go and notify Senior Brother Liu for support!"
One of the three Qi practitioners looked frightened and hurriedly ran to the back of the hall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
To King Yan, these few breaths seemed as long as a hundred years.
Failed!
Even the Qi Practitioner's attempts failed.
The long knife on King Yan's neck never moved away from the beginning to the end.
Su Zimo bowed his head slightly and whispered in King Yan's ear: "Zhao Qian, do you know that the moment I stepped into the palace, you were already a dead man. I said I wanted to kill you, even if you go up to the poor green and fall into the underworld, you will be dead. No one can save you."
There was complete silence in the empty hall!
It seemed that everyone was captured by one person's aura and fell silent.
Su Zimo's voice was not loud, very soft, very soft, and very calm, as if he was chatting with King Yan, but everyone could feel the shuddering murderous intention behind this voice!
King Yan was so frightened that he trembled all over, his teeth collided and smacked, a stream of heat flowed out of his lower body, and a fishy smell rose to the sky.
"Zhao Qian, don't be afraid, it's just a knife, there is no pain."
Su Zimo's eyes were cold and he said word by word: "I'll send you on your way. Go down and apologize to my parents!"
Poof!
There was a flash of blood, and King Yan's Douda head was chopped off by Su Zimo and held in his hand.
King Yan's eyes were wide-eyed until he died, full of fear. In fact, even without Su Zimo's sword, King Yan would have been frightened to death.
Scared to death!
Blood spurted out and splashed on his cheeks, and Su Zimo didn't notice it.
Tart tart tart!
Outside the palace, dense footsteps could be heard, and King Yan's imperial army had arrived.
Su Zimo tied King Yan's bloody head to his waist, looked around, shook the long knife in his hand, and said in a cold voice: "King Yan is dead, anyone who stops me will be killed without mercy!"