Zhou Dingyun seemed to be greatly frightened. He stood up with a roar, took a few steps back, touched the storage bag on his waist with his palms, squinted his eyes, and looked solemn.
"Calm down, calm down!"
Zhou Dingyun comforted in his heart: "I am an eighth-level qi practitioner. Compared with two years ago, I have completely changed. How can I still be intimidated by a scholar? This Su Zimo is a mortal, what can I rely on?"
"Don't you want to drink?"
Su Zimo smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "If you don't drink, you won't have a chance."
"Pretentious!"
Zhou Dingyun shouted, slapped his palm on the storage bag, and directly raised a flying sword. His fingertips stimulated and shot out a stream of spiritual energy, and the flying sword glowed brightly.
Low grade spiritual weapon.
"disease!"
Zhou Dingyun held the flying sword in his hand and calmed down instantly. He pointed forward and the flying sword turned into a stream of light and stabbed in front of Su Zimo instantly!
Su Zimo remained motionless, like an old monk in meditation.
The flying sword stopped at the center of Su Zimo's eyebrows, and would have penetrated even an inch further, but Su Zimo's expression remained normal, and he didn't even blink an eyelid from the beginning to the end.
Zhou Dingyun thought that Su Zimo had been frightened, so he couldn't help but said with a cruel smile: "Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg me now, I can still consider letting you live."
"I think you're mistaken about something."
Su Zimo stretched out his palm, gently held the flying sword in front of him, and said calmly: "Right here, in this season, on this night, we are the same two, but the ending will not be too different. Big change."
Seeing Su Zimo holding the sharp low-grade spiritual weapon with his palm, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but reveal a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
How ignorant!
Su Zimo added: "If there has been a change, it is that two years ago, I let you go. But now, you can't leave."
"Damn it, you are still uttering arrogant words, I will destroy one of your palms first!"
Zhou Dingyun cursed loudly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, controlled the flying sword, and twisted and rotated hard!
At the same time, Su Zimo's palm curled and shook.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, like thunder on the ground, and Zhou Dingyun was startled.
There was no blood and flesh flying around as expected.
On the contrary, Su Zimo's palm was intact!
What surprised Zhou Dingyun even more was that he actually lost control of the flying sword!
how so
The next moment, Zhou Dingyun saw another scene, and the surprise in his eyes turned into horror.
Su Zimo slowly opened his palm, and the flying sword lay quietly in his palm, covered with cracks.
Su Zimo let go, and this low-grade spiritual weapon turned into a pile of fragments and scattered on the ground.
A low-grade spiritual weapon was so useless!
Looking at Su Zimo's increasingly cold eyes, Zhou Dingyun's heart sank to the bottom.
He finally realized that two years later, he had become an eighth-level Qi practitioner, and the Second Young Master Su in front of him was no longer the frail scholar he once was!
He finally realized that the change that Su Zimo had just lamented was not about him, but about Su Zimo himself!
He finally realized that the bowl of wine on the round table might really be his road drink!
Zhou Dingyun still couldn't understand why Su Zimo could shatter his low-grade spiritual weapon with just his flesh and blood body.
Zhou Dingyun didn't want to delve into the reasons behind this.
Now, he just wants to leave this place and stay as far away from Su Zimo as possible!
Zhou Dingyun took out another flying sword from the storage bag. This was just a fake spiritual weapon.
In Bixia Palace, it was already a great gift for the outer disciples to obtain a low-grade spiritual weapon, but it was destroyed by Su Zimo's fleshy palm just now.
Zhou Dingyun stepped on the flying sword, rose into the air, and flew outside.
Before leaving, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but look back.
I saw that Su Zimo did not stand up in a hurry, but calmly drank the bowl of strong wine on the stone table, then stood up, tied the long knife on the table to his waist, and put the arrow pot on his back. He picked up the big bloody bow in his hand.
Zhou Dingyun swallowed, turned around, activated the flying sword with all his strength, and galloped away into the distance.
The wind howled in his ears, and Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but shiver when he was blown by the wind. Before he knew it, he had broken out in a cold sweat.
Not long after, Zhou Dingyun was far away from Pingyang Town.
Not far ahead was the Canglang Mountain Range, pitch black, with the faint roar of spiritual beasts.
Zhou Dingyun let out a long breath and finally felt relieved.
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhou Dingyun!
"Do you still remember the oath you swore when you knelt down and begged for mercy that night two years ago?"
Hearing these words, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that he almost lost control of his flying sword, lost his balance, and fell from the air.
Su Zimo!
This voice is Su Zimo!
How can it be
How could he catch up
Zhou Dingyun's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. He urged his flying sword to run forward desperately while looking back.
Su Zimo was following behind him, with a calm expression on his face. He seemed to be walking casually, but with every step he took, he was two or three feet away!
"He, he didn't use all his strength at all!"
When he thought about it, Zhou Dingyun seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar instantly, feeling cold all over his body.
Su Zimo's voice sounded again: "That night two years ago, you swore to God that if you were lucky enough to join the Immortal Sect in the future, you would never come to retaliate against me, otherwise you would be shot through the heart by random arrows and die."
"Heh... In that case, it's as you wish."
After hearing this, Zhou Dingyun finally understood the purpose of the bloody bow on the stone table.
"Don't!"
Zhou Dingyun turned around quickly, and as soon as he said a word, his eyes were shrouded in black shadow.
Woohoo!
More than a dozen sharp arrows arrived in an instant, regardless of front or rear!
puff!
Zhou Dingyun felt a pain in his chest, as if something had been lost in his body. He was so weak that he fell from the air.
With a plop, Zhou Dingyun fell to the ground, his body covered with mud, and his body was already stained red with blood.
"Ho ho!"
Zhou Dingyun lowered his head hard and looked at his chest.
The flesh and blood there was blurred, and there was a blood hole as big as a bowl. His heart had been pierced by more than a dozen sharp arrows and taken away.
Arrows pierce the heart!
Everything seems to be fate, already doomed.
The breeze blew by, and a piece of green shirt fluttered in front of Zhou Dingyun's eyes.
Zhou Dingyun was lying on the ground, looking up at Su Zimo standing in front of him, with a strange smile on his face, and said vaguely: "I, I am Bixia... Gong, you, you kill me, you There is no way to escape. One day... Canglang will really... find you... "
Su Zimo knelt down and said with a smile: "I won't have to wait until that day, I will go find him. You go first, the next one will be Master Canglang!"
After hearing these words, Zhou Dingyun stopped breathing on the side of his head.
Su Zimo pulled off the storage bag around Zhou Dingyun's waist, put it into his arms, then grabbed his body, walked not far forward, and threw it directly into the Canglang Mountains.
There is no need to wait until the next day, Zhou Dingyun's body will be eaten completely by the spirit beasts.
Destroy corpses and destroy traces.
No one will know what happened this night.