In the main hall, Wei Qi dodged the many rubbles that were thrown at him. He was in a state of embarrassment and turned his head to look at the door.
Seeing the visitor, Wei Qi changed color in shock and exclaimed: "Ah, Su Zimo!"
Hearing this name, Du Kai, who was calm and composed deep in the hall, gradually narrowed his eyes into a slit, flashing with a cold light, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a cruel smile.
"Um?"
Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell directly on Wei Qi's face. His eyes were bright and murderous. His figure flashed and he was in front of this person in an instant.
too fast!
Wei Qi felt his eyes shaking, and his throat tightened. Su Zimo pinched his throat and lifted him up from the ground!
"You ever met me?"
Su Zimo's eyes were like daggers and he asked in a cold voice.
The Poison Sect entered Xuantian City a few days ago, and Su Zimo was not in the city at that time, but on the Knife Mountain.
It was normal for Du Sect to have heard his name, but it was a little strange to recognize his identity at first sight.
Wei Qi was choked by Su Zimo and couldn't breathe. His face became increasingly ugly, gradually turning purple, his eyes were bulging and bloodshot, and his tongue was hanging out.
"I'm in...that cave, meeting...you!"
Wei Qi's voice was intermittent, and his eyes were horrified.
He knew in his heart that as long as he hesitated for a moment, the person in front of him would definitely crush his throat!
"oh."
Su Zimo nodded, understanding in his heart.
When Su Zimo came, there was always a confusion in his mind.
When he killed a Poison Sect monk in the cave of the Jindan Master, how did the Poison Sect know about it in the ancient battlefield.
It turned out that there was a second Poison Sect monk in the crowd at that time!
In other words, what the poisonous sect monk shouted before he died was actually shouting to the monk in front of him, asking him to pass the news back to the sect in order to avenge himself!
"Very well, you can die."
Su Zimo used his palms to forcefully scratch Wei Qi's throat and threw the body aside casually.
From the beginning to the end, Du Kai sat motionless in the depths of the hall, watching the scene with a trace of mockery in his eyes.
Outside the main hall, Poison Sect monks from all directions are gathering here.
"Su Zimo, you are so brave, you actually dare to break into my poisonous sect's territory, hehehehe!" Du Kai's gloomy laughter sounded, like a ghost seeking life in the dark.
"Poison door?"
Su Zimo sneered and said: "I come when I want to come and leave when I want to. Who can stop me?"
"Hahahaha! How arrogant. Do you think my Poison Sect cultivator is so easy to kill?"
Du Kai laughed loudly, stood up, and said in a cold voice: "The poisonous sect monk is covered with poison. You are seeking death. How dare you touch the poisonous sect monk with your bare hands! You might as well look down at your palms to see if they are already poisonous. It’s blue and black, I advise you..."
Su Zimo raised his palm, and Du Kai's voice stopped abruptly.
Su Zimo's palms were as white as jade and looked crystal clear. There was no sign of poisoning at all!
Du Kai's face suddenly darkened.
Although the poison on the guard's body is not one of the seven poison sects, it is more than enough to poison ten ancient relics. Even if it encounters a pure-blood beast, it may lose half of its life!
But the Su Zimo in front of him is okay
No impact at all
Du Kai looked carefully and saw that there was no glove-like armor on Su Zimo's palm.
Even if he breaks his brain, he can't imagine the terrifying power contained in Su Zimo's bloodline.
This kind of poison that can overturn ancient relics entered Su Zimo's body and was instantly transformed into nothingness when brushed by the majestic and terrifying blood pulse!
Others regard the Poison Sect as a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, but for Su Zimo, the threat is not too great.
The only one who can threaten him is the Poison Sect Qijue!
"Du Kai, right? You don't have to wait for that poisonous sect monk to come back. He has already fallen on the North City Long Street!"
Su Zimo took a big step away and walked towards Du Kaixing with murderous intent, saying: "Besides, my sister's life is not in danger. I disappoint you!"
Du Kai's eyes grew colder, and when he saw Su Zimo approaching, he suddenly stamped his feet.
A warning sign flashed in Su Zimo's heart, his feet went soft, and the floor suddenly collapsed!
At this point, it was too late to use the flying sword again.
With a roar, a pair of huge spiritual wings stretched out from Su Zimo's back!
Although there is nothing under your feet, you can rise into the sky.
Whoosh whoosh!
A thin sound broke through the air, and the sound was so small that if Su Zimo hadn't opened his ears, he might not have been able to hear it.
The moment the floor collapsed under his feet, a poisonous needle as thin as an ox's hair shot out from the darkness below. It was none other than the Heart-Chasing Thorn, one of the seven skills of the Poison Sect!
Su Zimo sensed the warning and had already flapped his wings to kill Du Kai deep in the hall.
A blue heart-chasing thorn missed Su Zimo by just a hair!
At the entrance of the main hall, many Poison Sect monks swarmed in, offering their own spiritual weapons.
Most of the poisonous sect monks' spiritual weapons are strange weapons, all kinds of strange. The only thing they have in common is that the spiritual weapons are coated with a layer of poison, which reflects colorful light under the sunlight.
Su Zimo's figure was still in mid-air, and he patted the storage bag with his palm.
Buzz!
Eighteen top-quality flying swords were all sacrificed. The sword body trembled, the aura flourished, and endless sharpness burst out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Eighteen flying swords galloped through the air, leaving streaks of sword energy behind, and the light of the array pattern emerged, becoming clearer and clearer.
Candlelight Sword Formation!
Su Zimo didn't hold back at all. As soon as he took action, he immediately used the most powerful killing technique among the methods of cultivating immortals, the Zhuzhao Sword Formation!
Eighteen top-quality flying swords, even if they don't form a sword formation, the power they unleash together is terrifying enough, not to mention the power of the sword formation.
Su Zimo has stepped into the six-meridian foundation building, and the power of the Zhuzhao Sword Formation has also increased. Even the ordinary seven-meridian foundation building cannot withstand the killing blows of the sword array!
The power of Poison Sect monks lies in their use of poison.
Its true power is similar to that of ordinary sect monks.
"go!"
Su Zimo pointed back and scolded lightly.
Eighteen flying swords gathered together, with the sword tips pointing outwards, forming a huge sword-shaped disc, like a scorching sun, blooming eighteen sword energies, blazing and eye-catching, with a sharp edge!
The sword array instantly crashed into the crowd behind them, tearing open a huge gap!
The people in the Poison Sect who have the highest level of cultivation are only Seven Meridians Foundation Builders, how can they withstand the killing impact of the Zhuzhao Sword Formation, instantly arousing clouds of blood mist, and the broken limbs and arms flying around.
The lives of many Poison Sect monks were hanging by a thread, so why bother to use poison to deal with Su Zimo!
While throwing out the Zhuzhao Sword Formation, Su Zimo's right hand pulled out a huge and slender blood-colored spiritual knife from the storage bag, exuding endless ferocious aura!
Zhengzhengzheng!
The blade vibrated, making a murderous sound of fighting.
In an instant, Su Zimo had rushed in front of Du Kai, turned the blood-tempered knife, fell from the sky, and shouted: "Give me your life!"