Invincible!
The monks watching the battle from a distance had their mouths wide open, their eyes filled with shock, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.
Use your own power and invincible posture to suppress the three geniuses of immortals, Buddhas and demons!
This kind of style is probably as good as that of the ancient emperors!
More than a dozen sealers were furious and started running towards His Highness the Human Emperor. Their faces were as frosty as the aura in their bodies was rising continuously.
Everyone made a mistake in judgment.
How could they have expected that after receiving a full blow from the person sealed by the Shura Sect, this person would be able to unleash such terrifying combat power!
The battle with the geniuses of the three sects of immortals, Buddhas, and demons seemed slow, but in fact it only took ten breaths. By the time they reacted, several geniuses were dead on the spot, and most of the geniuses could not afford to be seriously injured.
The losses were heavy and it was too late to regret.
On the battlefield.
A sword shocks the giant, exuding a fierce murderous intent, extremely fast, and coming in an instant!
Su Zimo's right fist just flew away from Pang Yue. He had no time to retract it, so he could only stretch out his left hand and grab the long sword that was stabbing him.
Hang Qiuyu had long seen that Su Zimo's right hand was a little weird, indestructible, comparable to a perfect spiritual weapon, and could even withstand a full blow from the sealer.
Just now, Su Zimo knocked Pang Yue's big spear away with his right fist again, further confirming Hang Qiuyu's speculation!
Therefore, Hang Qiuyu waited until now to attack from the left, just to avoid Su Zimo's right hand!
Jinghong Sword is a perfect spiritual weapon.
Hang Qiuyu didn't believe that the flesh and blood body of a foundation-building monk could withstand the edge of a perfect spiritual weapon!
Even the physical body of a pure-blood beast cannot reach this level.
But how did he know that even a pure-blood beast would hide away when seeing the demonized Su Zimo!
Seeing Su Zimo reaching out his left hand, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were filled with madness, and he said in a cold voice: "I want your left hand!"
"Hey!"
Su Zimo sneered.
He held the Jinghong Sword directly in his palm with his left hand. A cold air burst out from the long sword. The sword energy was strong and the five spiritual patterns flickered continuously!
Bah, bah, bah!
The sword energy was flowing freely and blood flashed.
Blood marks appeared on Su Zimo's left hand.
But under the surge of demonic energy, these blood stains have just emerged and are beginning to heal!
"Um?"
Seeing this scene, Hang Qiuyu's pupils shrank.
What a terrifying self-healing ability!
The next moment, he discovered something even more terrifying!
His Jinghong Sword was grasped by Su Zimo's palm. Not only was the hand not crushed, but the sword was restrained and its speed actually slowed down little by little.
When he was only an inch away from Su Zimo's head, he stopped completely!
Hang Qiuyu transferred blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was running his spiritual power crazily. There was even a faint tingling in his dantian, his arms were trembling, and his strength had been pushed to the limit.
Just a few inches further and Su Zimo's head could be pierced.
However, the Jinghong Sword remained motionless in Su Zimo's palm!
Hang Qiuyu clearly saw that the Jinghong Sword had cut Su Zimo's palm open, and blood was dripping out.
He could even feel the dull and sluggish feeling as the sword edge slowly passed through Su Zimo's bone palm!
But it missed by just an inch and fell short.
With the surge of crimson demonic energy, the sword energy on the sword was gradually suppressed and swallowed up, and it was no longer as strong and sharp as it was originally.
Su Zimo's blood was scattered on the Jinghong Sword.
The aura on the sword seemed to be corroded by some kind of power and gradually dimmed!
hiss!
Looking at the blood stains on Jinghong Sword, Hang Qiuyu's eyes were full of horror!
No one could feel the fear in his heart at this time.
What kind of bloodline does this person have that can suppress even the aura of a perfect spiritual weapon
What does this scene mean
This means that if a perfect spiritual weapon is soaked in this person's blood, it will probably be useless in a short time!
There are many mythical legends circulating in the world of cultivation. In the ancient books of the Sword Sect, there is a saying that a drop of blood from an immortal can shatter mountains, penetrate the void, and kill ancient powers!
Hang Qiuyu originally didn't take these legends seriously.
Even if he is an immortal, can the power of his blood be so terrifying and exaggerated
Only then did Hang Qiuyu truly realize that it was really possible for a person's bloodline to cultivate to that level!
The person in front of me is still in the Foundation Establishment Realm, but the power of his bloodline is already so powerful.
If this person really becomes a powerful person, an ancestor, or a legendary immortal, a drop of his blood may be able to destroy all living beings in this area!
Right now, let alone destroying this person's palm, even Jinghong Sword is no longer under Hang Qiuyu's control.
Being soaked in Su Zimo's blood, Hang Qiuyu could clearly feel that the connection between him and Jinghong Sword was gradually fading and could be cut off at any time!
"Amitabha!"
Monk Jue'ai held a vajra in his hand, his whole body shone with golden light, his eyes were like torches, and he was awe-inspiring and inviolable. He had already come closer and shouted: "Monk, I'm here to save you, demon!"
"You're not qualified yet!"
Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, he freed his right hand, clenched it into a fist again, and struck hard at the stabbing vajra!
boom!
The body of the monk was greatly shaken, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, and the vajra pestle flew away from his hand.
Su Zimo held the Jinghong Sword in his left hand, took a big step forward with his right leg, and stepped forward.
Before the monk could react, a figure bumped into him, pressed against his chest, and leaned slightly against him!
"Um!"
Monk Jue's eyes widened.
A terrifying force poured into the opponent's body through his body. Monk Jue's head went blank, and his whole body was knocked away!
boom!
Monk Jue'ai fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed, the amulet was broken, and the golden light shield condensed by the Diamond Sutra was also broken.
Monk Jue'ai's face showed traces of blood, dense and shocking!
The flesh and blood burst!
"not dead?"
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Now that he has been transformed into a demon, his strength has increased dramatically. Now that he is close to him, even ten monks who are angry will be killed!
Su Zimo's eyes turned and fell on the golden cassock draped on Monk Jue'ai, and he understood in his heart.
This golden cassock must be an extremely powerful defensive weapon, otherwise, even the indestructible body can be smashed into blood mist!
Monk Jue'ai stood up with difficulty, losing all his arrogance, and staggered away outside, like a bereaved dog.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Zimo laughed loudly, squinted at the back of the monk who was escaping in a hurry, and said loudly: "If you still want to save me with this little Taoism, go back and recite ten years of sutras!"
Hearing these words, Monk Jue's feet weakened and he almost fell down.
As a descendant of the Vajra Temple and a prodigy of Buddhism, how had he ever suffered such humiliation
Monk Jue'ai felt angry and felt that he had lost all face. He was so aggrieved that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"well!"
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Monk Ai felt that his chest felt much smoother, and he sighed deeply.
"I'm afraid this person is really... invincible at the Foundation Establishment Realm."
At this time, everyone realized that after this battle, as long as the descendant of Divine Phoenix Island is still alive, he will be the number one person under the Golden Core!