Seeing Fairy Ji dodge, Su Zimo breathed a sigh of relief and secretly said ashamed.
He had no choice but to hide his identity.
"What, you don't want to?"
Su Zimo's face darkened.
Since it is a show, it must be done enough.
Seeing the unhappiness on the face of the big man in linen clothes, Ji Yaojing was stunned for a moment, then smiled sweetly, so beautiful that it touched people's hearts, and said softly: "My benefactor, please calm down. I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding. I recognized the wrong person, thinking that my benefactor was mine." An old friend.”
"Yan'er will apologize to my benefactor now."
Saying this, Fairy Ji leaned over and saluted, looking apologetic.
Su Zimo snorted and said nothing.
Ji Yaojing turned her eyes and asked again: "My benefactor, don't you want to know about my old friend?"
"Not interested in."
Su Zimo waved his hands casually and ran towards the distance at an extremely fast speed. His voice came from far away: "I am only interested in the Palace of the Human Emperor!"
"I also want to go to the Human Emperor's Palace, why don't we go together?"
Ji Yaoji shouted from behind.
Naturally, Su Zimo would not agree and remained silent, pretending not to hear.
They had just met, and he was almost discovered by Ji Yaoji. If they were traveling together, Ji Yaoji might really see through his identity!
"Su Zimo!"
At this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind without warning.
Su Zimo subconsciously stopped and looked back.
This is completely the most normal and natural reaction of a person.
But in the flash of lightning, Su Zimo changed his mind and continued running forward without stopping, disappearing in front of Ji Yaojing in the blink of an eye.
Seeing this scene, Fairy Ji frowned slightly and murmured thoughtfully: "It seems that they are really not the same person."
After leaving far away, Su Zimo gradually slowed down and breathed a long sigh of relief.
so close!
That shout just now was made by Fairy Ji!
Her voice came suddenly. If Su Zimo hadn't reacted very quickly, there would have been a flaw and Ji Yaojing would have caught her.
"This girl is really..."
Su Zimo muttered softly, shook his head, and flew towards the center of the ancient battlefield, the Human Emperor's Palace.
…
Ten days later.
The Human Emperor Palace slowly descended, getting closer and closer to the ground, and the pressure it exuded became more and more terrifying.
Within a thousand miles of this ancient palace, all ancient creatures and relics of strange beasts have been transferred and do not dare to stay in this area.
Even though eons have passed, the Human Emperor's remaining power is still mighty, and he can still suppress the Eight Desolations, and all monsters are afraid of him!
"It turns out that this is the Human Emperor's Palace. It's really shocking."
"The pressure is too great. Now that I am building the foundation of Seven Meridians, I dare not step forward. It is really unimaginable what kind of pressure I will endure while fighting in the scope of the Human Emperor Palace."
"Look, is that a dragon carved on that stone pillar? It's lifelike, as if it's coming to life!"
The Human Emperor's Palace appeared, attracting monks from all over the ancient battlefield to watch.
Layer after layer, densely packed, everyone looked up at the sea of thunder and lightning, and the ancient palace in the whirlpool of dark clouds was shocked.
Not everyone can be as rational as Tang Yu, suppressing the curiosity in their hearts and avoiding being involved in this bloody battle.
"I'll give you all three breaths to leave. Whoever is still here will die!"
At this moment, a cold voice came from the periphery of the crowd, with a sharp and sharp edge that could cut through everything!
Many monks looked back.
Behind everyone, a monk in robes walked over, with a long sheathed sword casually inserted into his waist, his slender fingers gently waving, his expression indifferent.
"With three breaths, how can I leave this place?"
Many monks frowned.
"One breath."
The monk in the robe had no expression on his face, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said something.
"Who is this person? He sounds quite crazy!"
Some people couldn't help but sneered.
"Two breaths."
The robed monk said again.
A sharp-eyed monk saw the sect token on this person's waist, his expression changed, and he exclaimed: "Sword Sect! This person is probably the successor of Sword Sect, Hang Qiuyu!"
Hearing the words "Jian Zong's successor", the crowd suddenly felt a little rippled.
At this moment, Hang Qiuyu's voice sounded again.
"Three breaths."
At some point, Hang Qiuyu's slender fingers landed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. He looked at the people in front of him and said coldly: "You have lost your last chance."
Buzz!
A stunning white light emerged.
No one can describe the speed and power of this sword.
The Jinghong Sword, the sword comes out to Jinghong!
At this moment, almost all the monks facing Hang Qiuyu were blinded by the bright sword light and could not open their eyes.
The next moment, everyone felt a chill in their throats, and some warm and viscous liquid began to be sprayed out, with a fishy smell!
That's blood.
Opposite Hang Qiuyu, dozens of monks all died. Their throats were slit by a sword. They fell to the ground and died with their eyes open.
Those who dare to come near the Human Emperor's Palace are almost all Seven Meridians Foundation Builders and have some abilities.
But dozens of monks didn't even have a chance to sacrifice their spiritual weapons, so they died on the spot.
The power of a sword is so terrifying!
The monk at the back looked horrified. He quickly patted the storage bag, took out the amulet box, crushed it immediately, and then took out his flying sword. He took out shields, breast mirrors and other defensive weapons, and then felt a little relieved.
Uh-huh!
When all the monks were ready and looked forward, Hang Qiuyu's figure had disappeared.
A breeze blew across my face.
Hang Qiuyu has already rushed into the crowd with Jinghong Sword!
The sword light rises and the blood appears.
A monk was cut off at the waist, blood spurted out, and countless disgusting internal organs flowed out.
The amulet looked like paper under Hang Qiuyu's sword.
when!
A monk put his protective shield in front of him to block the Jinghong Sword, and there was a crisp sound.
The joy in this person's eyes had just emerged. The next moment, his entire expression froze on his face, his eyes dimmed, and on the side of his head, the life in his body was cut off!
A white mark appeared on the man's shield, and when it fell to the ground, it broke into two pieces.
A high-grade defensive spiritual weapon was destroyed by the Jinghong Sword, and it couldn't even withstand a single sword blow!
Many monks changed their colors in horror, no longer daring to stay, and fled towards the distance like crazy.
This is the horror of sword cultivation!
Although swords are respected in Tianhuang Continent, monks who are not masters of flying swords can be called sword cultivators.
A true swordsman never leaves his hand with his sword, and his hand never leaves his sword.
The long sword in the sword cultivator's hand is different from the flying sword in that it has a hilt.
Sword cultivators pay attention to sword technique, sword power, and sword intent. They practice swordsmanship and uphold the unity of man and sword, the unity of heaven and man, and even the unity of man, sword, and heaven!
In the world of cultivation, whether it is an immortal sect, a demonic sect, or a Buddhist sect, it is difficult to tell which sect or which lineage of monks is stronger. You have to fight to find out.
But it is a fact recognized in the world of cultivation.
Sword cultivators have the strongest killing power!
Among the three sects of Immortal, Demon, and Buddha, the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect among the nine sects of the Immortal Sect are the most famous.
The founder of the Sword Sect was the first Sword Emperor in ancient times.