Su Zimo didn't recognize the swordsman in black.
He didn't understand why this person wanted to help him.
But he had felt an extremely dangerous aura from the swordsman in black!
The sword strike just now confirmed his feeling.
That sword was too fast.
The genius of Jie Tian Sword Sect didn't even have a chance to release the golden elixir vision, so he died on the spot!
"Where did this madman come from!"
"Hmph! He is the helper of this beast from Divine Phoenix Island. Maybe he is also a beast. Everyone can kill him!"
Some monks were blind and saw that the swordsman in black did not have any identity token around his waist. They thought he was a random cultivator who had appeared out of nowhere and scolded him one after another.
Seeing that Su Zimo's death was imminent, and how many treasures might be born, the eyes of all the geniuses were red, and they would not let it go.
"If we all come together, what kind of trouble can this person make?"
A monk called out and took action first.
As soon as the first person takes action, there will be a second one.
More and more monks came forward.
In an instant, spiritual power surged, and streaks of sword light flashed through the void, dazzling like thousands of arrows, stabbing towards the black-clothed swordsman on the battlefield!
The right hand of the black-clothed swordsman moved seemingly slowly and landed on the black hilt of the sword on his left.
The moment the black-clothed swordsman's right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, the black-clothed swordsman's whole aura suddenly changed!
The originally scattered gaze suddenly condensed, like two sharp swords.
The monk who took action was shocked when he looked at these two eyes.
Several monks screamed and quickly closed their eyes.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Two streaks of scarlet blood flowed from the eyes of these monks, which was horrifying!
Just by looking at each other, several people's eyes were already blinded!
"What a powerful sight!"
Su Zimo's heart trembled.
He has cultivated the Great Wilderness Demon King's Secret Code, opened up his eyes, and developed a pair of demon eyes with powerful eyesight.
Even the angry eyes of the Buddhist Vajra Temple and the charming eyes of the Demonic Su Nu Sect could not shake his mind.
But just with a pair of eyes, Su Zimo's demon eyes could not achieve such terrifying killing power.
Su Zimo thought to himself: "I really don't know how this person cultivated, and he actually cultivated such a pair of terrifying sword eyes."
The eyes of the black-clothed swordsman are always blank and unfocused, looking listless.
But the moment he holds the sword, no one can ignore the murderous intent in him and the sharpness in his eyes!
Buzz!
A sword cry resounded throughout the world.
The stunning sword light just now appeared again, blazing and dazzling.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
There was a sound of jingo fighting.
Many flying swords stabbed in mid-air were all broken.
The sword light passed away suddenly.
The monks who took action fell from the air one after another, and no one was spared!
When it fell to the ground, it was already a corpse!
Even though they were prepared, not many of the Northern Territory Prodigies present could clearly see the black-clothed swordsman's move.
When the geniuses reacted, the long sword had already been sheathed.
The right hand of the black-clothed swordsman returned to the side of his body, hanging naturally, as if he had never made a move before.
From beginning to end, the swordsman in black had an expressionless face.
It seemed that the deaths of more than a dozen Jindan masters could not arouse his emotional fluctuations even a little bit.
Deathly silence!
No one expected that in this battle of geniuses, after the monsters from Divine Phoenix Island, Xi Wuya and others appeared, there would be such a terrifying monk who never took action!
Who can resist such a terrifying existence
"Dugu Jian, you are crazy!"
Tuoba Feng stared and shouted angrily.
Dugu sword!
Hearing this name, Su Zimo suddenly felt enlightened.
In the Northern Territory, there are not many monks with this surname.
The most famous among them is the Dugu clan, one of the four great clans.
However, the monk in front of him, called 'Dugu Jian', was really very different from Tuo Bafeng and others.
There is no identity token around his waist, he came on foot, and there is not a clansman with him!
In Dugujian, Su Zimo felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness, and something incompatible with this world.
It seems that except for that sword, there is nothing else in the world of Dugu Jian.
Apart from the sword, there is nothing else!
Only with such a state of mind can one cultivate such a pair of sharp sword eyes and such a terrifying and killing swordsmanship!
"Dugu Jian, this monster from Divine Phoenix Island is a beast and not of my race. Do you want to represent the Dugu clan and stand on his side?" Ouyang Xiayu, an ancient family, asked in a deep voice.
"I am who I am, what does it have to do with the Dugu clan?"
Dugujian's voice was calm and he turned his head to look at Ouyang Xiayu.
He was still expressionless, but his empty eyes seemed to reveal a kind of sarcasm.
Ironically, Ouyang Xiayu didn't even understand such a simple question.
I am who I am, what does it have to do with others
Ouyang Xiayu was speechless for a moment.
Murong Wushuang frowned lightly, looked at Dugu Jian not far away, and couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
"I can't stand it."
Dugu Jian said lightly.
Most of the Northern Territory's geniuses were confused.
Who do you dislike
Who provoked him again
Only Murong Wushuang looked complicated and sighed softly in his heart.
Murong Wushuang knew what hardships Dugu Jian had experienced, and also understood the pride in this man's heart.
Su Zimo's current experience must have resonated with this man.
He was also abandoned by this world.
Scorned by countless people, besieged by countless people, bullied by countless people, and insulted by countless people!
At that time, no one helped him or stood by his side.
This man, relying entirely on the sword in his hand, step by step, got to where he is today!
He is withdrawn not because he hates the world.
It's because this world has abandoned him.
The only thing that was always by his side and never abandoned him was the long black sheath sword in his hand!
Therefore, if he doesn't like it, he will take action.
Not to mention being an enemy of the entire Northern Territory's genius, even if he is an enemy of the world, he has nothing to fear!
Su Zimo remained motionless.
This opportunity is rare. He must recover his strength as much as possible and escape from this place.
Xi Wuya died, and no one in the ruins of Daqian could threaten him.
But Su Zimo can still feel that the crisis is getting closer and closer!
Without delay!
The masked man in Liuli Palace seemed to have noticed Su Zimo's intention and walked over slowly.
"The people of the Lonely clan are already so arrogant."
The masked man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been severely injured, like a broken bellows.
"Get away, or die!"
The masked man's eyes were cold and full of resentment, and he stared at Lonely Sword and said slowly.
Dugu Jian's face was expressionless and he didn't say a word. He just glanced sideways and moved his right hand slowly, landing on the dark hilt on his left hand side.
"Um?"
The masked man narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment, the hair on his hair stood up!
Buzz!
The sword light flashes!
Lonely Sword did not speak, only responded with the long sword in his hand!