Being stared at by thousands of ancient relics, the Tiansha Wolf's legs were already trembling.
At this time, it could only bite the bullet and walk inside.
"Here comes another lowly ant!"
The golden lion felt no threat from Su Zimo's body and couldn't help but sneered.
The dozen or so monks who were trapped looked at Su Zimo expectantly, but found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation in the blue-shirted monk's body, and they couldn't help but be disappointed.
Su Zimo carries the Mingwang rosary on his body, and has been dormant at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley for twenty years, chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha every day. Now he has an aloof temperament, and ordinary people really can't tell the truth about him.
"I want to tame these humans as slaves because their strength is pretty good. You, an ant who doesn't know how to live or die, are not qualified to be my mount!"
The golden lion's eyes were cold and condescending. He looked down at Su Zimo and said lightly: "Kill him!"
"Ouch!"
The two monster beasts closest to the entrance of the valley turned around suddenly, with fierce looks in their eyes, their inner alchemy began to circulate, and their monster aura rose, and they pounced towards Su Zimo!
Su Zimo looked calm and patted the storage bag with his palm.
Swish, swish, swish!
In mid-air, two flying swords appeared directly.
The sword body trembled, arguing endlessly, and the aura flourished!
Four spiritual patterns, the best spiritual weapon!
As soon as he took action, he turned out to be two top-quality spiritual weapons. If placed in the world of cultivation, they are already quite remarkable.
But this is an ancient battlefield.
Those who are qualified to come in and those who have the ability to come in are all geniuses and leaders from the major sects. It is normal to have one or two top-quality spiritual weapons in the storage bag.
The dozen or so monks looked at each other, shook their heads, and sighed inwardly.
"This is also a person who doesn't know whether to live or die."
"If you want to rely on these two top-quality flying swords, fighting with these monsters is like shaking a tree with a fly."
"Looking at how young this person is, he probably became famous at a young age. He is a newborn calf and has never suffered any setbacks. Alas."
When the ancient relics on both sides saw Su Zimo's flying sword, their expressions did not change and they ran faster.
But the next moment, the expressions of the two ancient relics changed!
Whoosh!
The two flying swords disappeared in full view of everyone, leaving only a sound of piercing the air!
The ancient relics on both sides were panicked.
Although they are ancient relics with rough skin and thick flesh, the sharpness of the best flying swords is still enough to hurt their lives!
puff! puff!
Before the two ancient relics could dodge, a column of blood spurted out from their heads.
Two flying swords penetrated their heads directly!
The sword was not stained with blood and had a sharp edge. It spun around in mid-air and returned to Su Zimo.
too fast!
And there are no traces!
It was like two flying swords suddenly appeared from the void, killing two ancient relics!
"Um?"
The man in blue robes at the head let out a light sigh, his eyes widened, and he murmured softly: "What a powerful sword-controlling skill!"
Among the crowd, the female cultivator who was kneeling on the ground and having a mental breakdown also stopped crying, blinked her big watery eyes, and looked at this scene in surprise.
Su Zimo has been practicing so far and has learned a lot.
But none of them are top-notch skills and secret techniques!
The sword-controlling technique just now can be regarded as the most basic of his many methods.
"Piaomiao Swordsmanship" has three realms, afterimage, nothingness, and misty.
Today, Su Zimo has cultivated to the ethereal state!
The flying sword is extremely fast, erratic, and elusive.
Unless you are a monk with extremely strong senses, it will be difficult to resist the ethereal swordsmanship of the third level!
Facing these ancient relics, Su Zimo has too many ways to deal with them.
The simplest and crudest way is to rely on the terrifying bloodline body to rush in directly and run rampant. The ancient relics can't stop him at all!
But at this time, Su Zimo did not do so.
Feeling the contempt and ridicule of the golden lion, he decided to use cultivator's methods today to kill these ancient relics and suppress this golden lion!
Two ancient relics died violently, and without waiting for the golden lion's order, more than a dozen ancient relics rushed forward.
"broken."
The man in blue robe shook his head and said: "Although this man's sword control skills are excellent, he is difficult to defeat with two fists..."
The man held back his words before he finished speaking.
I saw Su Zimo's palm patting the storage bag, and a total of twenty-five flying swords appeared in the void.
Counting the previous two flying swords, this is twenty-seven flying swords!
What’s even more frightening is that these twenty-seven flying swords are all top-grade spiritual weapons!
If it is said that in this ancient battlefield, it is nothing for a Jindan Daoist to have two top-quality spiritual weapons, but having more than twenty top-quality spiritual weapons is a bit scary!
"So many flying swords?"
The dozen monks were stunned.
Where have they ever seen someone take out so many flying swords in one go
Twenty-seven flying swords were suspended in front of Su Zimo, orderly, bright, and dazzling, speeding towards the dozen or so ancient relics that were rushing over!
Whoosh!
Twenty-seven flying swords disappeared again.
In the blink of an eye.
These twenty-seven flying swords reappeared.
At the same time, more than a dozen ancient relics that rushed towards them fell down one after another. There were blood holes on their heads, and they were bleeding like water. They were already dead!
"this… "
The blue-robed man and his group looked shocked.
It is quite difficult to control all twenty-seven flying swords to such a meticulous level!
The most frightening thing is that from the beginning to the end, there is no wave in the eyes of this monk in blue!
It seems that the situation in front of him has been expected by him!
"Ouch!"
"Roar!"
Waves of commotion broke out among the monster beasts.
The fallen ancient relics of more than a dozen heads were nothing to this huge group of monsters, but they also smelled a hint of danger in the green-robed monk.
"You're an interesting human race, you're qualified to be my mount!"
The golden lion spoke human words and nodded confidently.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Su Zimo looked up to the sky and laughed, twenty-seven flying swords flying and circling in front of him, and said loudly: "Yellow-haired lion, today I want to see who conquers who!"
"Brother Zhu, this person's methods are not weak. We seem to be saved." The beautiful female cultivator next to her said in a low voice with her eyes twinkling.
"Hard to say."
The man in blue robe shook his head and said: "Now it seems that this person's control of twenty-seven flying swords is already the limit. Don't forget, there are thousands of monsters around us. If they swarm us, this person can't stop them!"
The beautiful female cultivator frowned and asked, "What should we do?"
"Let's seize the time to adjust our breath and try our best to regain our fighting strength. Listen to my orders later!" The man in blue robe said solemnly.
Everyone nodded.
Before he finished speaking, hundreds of monster beasts pounced on him.
But this time, the hundreds of monsters learned the lesson and divided into three different directions and rushed towards Su Zimo.
A trace of ridicule flashed across Su Zimo's eyes, and he stretched out his finger and tapped forward slightly.
"disease!"
Twenty-seven flying swords were directly separated into twenty-four.
A group of six flying swords, the swords galloping vertically and horizontally in mid-air, leaving sword marks one after another.
The blue-robed man's expression changed and he exclaimed: "Sword formation, it's a sword formation!"
"Ah, he is a sword formation master!"
The sword array of four six-pointed stars lay horizontally in mid-air, shining with dazzling light. They roared and trembled, and the sword energy was like frost, intercepting hundreds of monsters in front of them!
Puff puff!
Blood mist spurts out!
The broken limbs of numerous monster beasts flew around, dyeing the void red.