The moment Su Zimo cut off King Yan's head, all the civil and military officials in the hall panicked. Some rolled their eyes and fainted on the spot, while others fled outside without looking back.
Among the people who were escaping, there was a military attache who looked frightened, but excitement shone deep in his eyes.
The man ran to a corner outside the palace, and an ordinary-looking soldier came over not far away. The man whispered: "Get out of the palace quickly, and fly a pigeon to pass a message to Lord Luo. King Yan is dead. Great things can happen!”
"Got the order!"
The soldier walked quickly outside the palace and disappeared among the crowd in the blink of an eye.
In the main hall, Su Zimo held a long knife in his right hand and the head of King Yan hung on his waist. He was about to break out when a shout suddenly came from behind him: "Who dares to come to the palace and act wild!"
Su Zimo looked back.
The speaker and Su Zimo were stunned for a moment.
The speaker has a thin face, wears a wide robe, and has an empty sleeve on his left arm. He is a one-armed man.
This person was the eighth-level Qi practitioner of the Huanxi Sect who had one of his arms crippled by Su Zimo in the Canglang Mountains and escaped death!
"It's you?"
The one-armed Qi practitioner recognized Su Zimo at a glance, and the ferocity in his eyes instantly turned into panic.
These days, although his injuries have stabilized, he is often awakened by nightmares every night. The wild man in the Canglang Mountains who is more terrifying and cruel than the spiritual beast is like a nightmare that lingers.
Su Zimo laughed out loud, with a serious look in his eyes, and said faintly: "So it's you!"
"You stop him and I'll send a message to the sect!"
The one-armed Qi practitioner sensed Su Zimo's murderous intention and had no intention of resisting. He shouted and used his flying sword to escape in the direction from which he came.
The one-armed Qi practitioner knew Su Zimo's weaknesses very well.
If he wanted to escape from Su Zimo, he had to fly with his sword. The height in the palace was limited, and he was worried that he would not be able to escape Su Zimo's attack range.
Only by escaping outside, where the sky is high and the sea is vast, can we survive.
Su Zimo's feet slipped and he rushed forward. In the blink of an eye, he came to a Qi practitioner and punched him with a flip of his hand.
boom!
As soon as this person's spiritual weapon was sacrificed, his head was blown open by Su Zimo with a punch, leaving his body lying on the spot!
After realizing that the Divine Horse had passed through the gap, Su Zimo exploded faster in an instant, making it easier to get closer.
Once a Qi practitioner is approached by Su Zimo, it means death.
"disease!"
The only eighth-level qi practitioner in the hall controlled a low-grade spiritual weapon and flew towards Su Zimo. A bright light flashed on the spiritual weapon wheel.
The spiritual pattern shines, the power of the spiritual weapon increases greatly, and the speed increases greatly!
Su Zimo didn't even look at it, and slashed with his backhand.
Click!
The long knife broke, and the roulette wheel was impacted by an astonishing force, and its speed was greatly reduced. Su Zimo stretched out his palm and rested it lightly on the roulette wheel. The roulette wheel fell into his hand with a roll and a shake.
From the beginning to the end, Su Zimo's footsteps did not stop. He ran into the arms of another Qi practitioner, and with all his strength bursting out, he leaned closer!
boom!
The man was instantly thrown away, and his figure suddenly exploded while still in mid-air, torn into pieces, with broken limbs and arms flying around, and blood and flesh flying everywhere.
Within a few breaths, Su Zimo rushed out of the surrounding qigong practitioners and went straight to kill the broken-arm qigong practitioner.
The broken-arm qi practitioner ran away very fast. While wielding the flying sword, he lowered his head and wrote quickly without knowing what he was writing.
The moment the Broken Arm Qi Practitioner escaped from the palace, he threw the thing in his hand into the sky.
Su Zimo looked carefully and saw a palm-sized white paper crane in mid-air. It was lifelike, with a spiritual light flashing on it. After flapping its wings a few times, it flew into the distance and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Su Zimo vaguely guessed that the white paper crane might be a talisman in the world of cultivation and a means of communication.
Even if he knew it, Su Zimo couldn't stop it.
The flying speed of the broken-arm Qi practitioner Yu Jian could not match that of Su Zimo. After such a delay, Su Zimo was almost overtaken by him!
This man was horrified, and he circulated spiritual energy frantically, injecting it into the flying sword at his feet, lifting the sword and galloping high into the air.
"I allowed you to escape by chance last time. Today, please stay with me!"
Seeing that the broken-arm qi practitioner was about to fly away into the sky, Su Zimo shouted loudly and flicked the roulette wheel he had just snatched upwards!
Woohoo!
The roulette disk turned into a stream of light, cutting through the void, and the wind roared, making a breathtaking sound.
Although one of them is in the sky and the other is on the ground, they are not far apart.
The broken-arm Qi practitioner tried to avoid it, but it was too late.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the broken-arm Qi practitioner gritted his teeth, regardless of his body falling, and controlled the flying sword under his feet, trying to block the speeding Roulette.
when!
The sword wheels collided and sparks flew out.
The broken-arm Qi practitioner's expression changed in shock, and the spiritual energy attached to his flying sword instantly dissipated!
The flying sword was hit by the roulette wheel, lost control, and shot back at a faster speed!
puff!
The flying sword penetrated completely into the Qi Practitioner's lower abdomen, where the Qi Practitioner's Life Gate and Qi Sea were located.
The Qi Sea was shattered, which was equivalent to abolishing his decades of hard work.
The broken-arm Qi practitioner fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground. Dust flew everywhere, and there was a sound of cracking bones in his body.
The broken-arm qi practitioner's face was pale and he was spitting out blood. He looked at Su Zimo who was approaching step by step. Endless resentment flashed in his eyes. His face turned ferocious and he laughed crazily: "You're done! I just informed the sect. , it won’t be long before a foundation-building monk comes to kill you! You will come down to accompany me right away, hahahaha!”
"oh?"
Su Zimo raised his eyebrows and said, "So, there are no foundation-building monks in the royal city?"
The broken-arm Qi practitioner was stunned.
"Thank you for the news. It seems that my life, Su Zimo, should not be cut off, and even the Imperial City of Yan can't stop me!"
Su Zimo looked indifferent, stepped forward, stomped on the head of the broken-arm Qigong practitioner, took off the person's storage bag, put it in his arms, and rushed outside.
If there were foundation-building monks in the royal city, along with other qi practitioners, the royal city guards, and the Yan King's Imperial Army, it would be difficult for Su Zimo to leave the Yan King's City alive.
Because there is a big difference between a foundation-building monk and a Qi practitioner. This is a qualitative leap. The power that bursts out is extremely strong, enough to kill Su Zimo.
But without the foundation-building monks, even if a tenth-level Dzogchen Qi practitioner takes action, the threat to Su Zimo will be much smaller.
"We must get out as soon as possible!"
Su Zimo thought to himself.
If he delays in the royal city for too long and waits until the foundation-building monks from the Huanxi Sect arrive, he will still be trapped in a hard battle and will inevitably die.
King Yan's imperial army formed a large rectangular formation, armed with spears, and rushed forward without fear of death. At a glance, they were densely packed.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Tens of thousands of forbidden troops roared in unison, deafening, and a huge momentum swept over the sky, almost drowning Su Zimo.
These forbidden troops were absolutely loyal to King Yan and had a firm will. Even though Su Zimo had the power to kill Qi Practitioners, they had no fear or flinch.
The eyes of each forbidden soldier are as sharp as swords, their expressions are cold, and their killing intent is strong.
Tens of thousands of forbidden troops gathered together and burst out with an unshakable and powerful will that shocked the mind!
This is the power of one country!
Under the shroud of such a huge momentum and terrifying will, a Qi practitioner would have been frightened and would have been timid before fighting.
But Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, and the light in his eyes shone brighter!
Su Zimo took a long breath and started to use the mental method of the giant python to eclipse the sun. His chest bulged high, as if he was about to swallow the sun and the moon. He paused for a moment and suddenly opened his mouth.
"ah!"
Su Zimo roared loudly.
A huge stream of air spurted out from Su Zimo's mouth. The sound was loud and high-pitched, cutting through gold and cracking stone, and instantly covered up the shouts of tens of thousands of forbidden troops.
Many of the Imperial Guards showed pain on their faces, their weapons fell from their hands, and they covered their ears with their hands.
In the Canglang Mountains, Su Zimo once witnessed with his own eyes that a spirit demon shattered the body of a weak spirit beast with a loud roar.
Although his roar was not that lethal, it was still so powerful that no ordinary person could withstand it.
"Boom!"
Su Zimo took a step forward, the ground trembled, green bricks exploded, and sand and gravel flew.
"King Yan is dead, who dares to stop me!"
At this moment, Su Zimo was possessed by an ancient demon, with a ferocious aura that seemed to destroy the world. Almost instantly, he suppressed the momentum of tens of thousands of forbidden troops!
Many of King Yan's Imperial Guards fell to the ground, their faces pale and confused, and they fell to the ground. The army was in a mess, and the strong momentum they had just gathered was wiped out, and they looked faintly defeated.
At this moment, Su Zimo laughed loudly and looked around with overwhelming momentum!
The common man in the mouth of King Yan suppressed the power of a country!