Zhu Yue shook his head, as if he wanted to drive this feeling out of his mind.
He looked at Su Zimo again.
The claws and sharpness that I felt just now disappeared. The person opposite was just sitting quietly on the back of the golden lion, looking like the same frail scholar.
It seems that a gust of wind can blow it down.
"Is your identity as a sword formation master your trump card and your support?"
Zhu Yue raised his head slightly, looked ferociously, and said slowly: "I tell you, in this ancient battlefield, only the monks who have cultivated the golden elixir vision can protect themselves! Only those who are on the vision list are considered geniuses. !”
Before he finished speaking, the golden elixir in Zhu Yue's body began to run wildly.
The spiritual power in Zhu Yue's body is majestic and powerful, and his cultivation level has obviously reached the golden elixir realm of perfection!
"Your sword formation and spiritual skills are completely vulnerable to the power of vision!"
The killing intent in Zhu Yue's eyes almost condensed into substance, and he said word by word: "If you don't let me, I will kill you first!"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden violent vibration on the ground.
Su Zimo jumped off the back of the golden lion, stomped heavily on the ground, and shot towards Zhu Yue like an arrow!
Where he left, a deep footprint appeared, and cracks spread around!
too fast!
Everyone felt that their eyes were blurred, and Su Zimo had disappeared.
hiss!
Zhu Yue changed his color in shock.
In the void ahead, there was a heart-stopping fluctuation, and a terrifying aura rushed towards his face, almost suffocating him!
Buzz!
The stars on Zhu Yue's robe brightened up, bursting out with rays of light.
But this light has no effect on the visitors at all!
"South Star..."
Zhu Yue roared.
The sound stopped suddenly.
Su Zimo was already approaching, and in an instant, he stretched out his arms, spread his fingers, grabbed his throat, and lifted him up from where he was!
Let alone the sound, Zhu Yue couldn't even breathe.
Zhu Yue's golden elixir vision had died before it was released!
Su Zimo's eyes were cold, he pinched Zhu Yue's throat and shook it from side to side.
There was a strange noise inside Zhu Yue's body, creaking and crackling.
Zhu Yue looked in pain and felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart. All his energy, blood and spiritual power were gone, and he no longer had any strength at all.
The flying sword he had just taken out of the storage bag could not be held and fell to the ground.
The whole process takes place in an instant.
Everyone froze on the spot, dumbfounded.
In everyone's mind, although Su Zimo's sword formation and spiritual skills are powerful, as Zhu Yue said, the sword formation and spiritual skills are ultimately no match for the golden elixir phenomenon!
No one expected that the fight between the two would end like this.
No one expected that Zhu Yue would be defeated so quickly and miserably!
Zhu Yue's tall body looked like a little chicken in Su Zimo's palm, kicking his legs in the air and struggling feebly.
Even the golden lion was startled.
In its mind, Zhu Yue's defeat was inevitable.
But it didn't expect that Zhu Yue was restrained without even farting!
What frightened him even more was Su Zimo's explosion just now!
The distance between the two of them is a full ten feet away!
Even if it bursts with blood and rushes to kill with all its strength, it will never be able to reach such a speed!
Su Zimo's strength has once again risen to a new level in the heart of the Golden Lion.
"You are right. Jindan's vision can be regarded as the ultimate spiritual skill. It is indeed Jindan's strongest method."
Su Zimo looked at Zhu Yue's red face, smiled slightly and said, "However, the premise is that you can release it."
"Ho ho..."
Zhu Yue was speechless at all. He tried his best but only made a weird noise.
"Let go, Senior Brother Zhu!"
"Fellow Daoist Su, let go quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"
Everyone in the Nandou sect sacrificed their spiritual weapons one after another and shouted loudly.
"Um?"
Su Zimo grabbed Zhu Yue's throat, turned around slightly, his gaze was like a knife, passing across the faces of everyone in the Nandou Sect, and asked quietly: "You want to attack me?"
Everyone's heart trembled, and they didn't dare to look at him at all!
Some people were even more unbearable. After being glanced at by Su Zimo, they felt cold all over their bodies and subconsciously took half a step back, their bodies trembling slightly.
"Don't!"
Tang Shiyun was shocked.
She was too familiar with Su Zimo's gaze.
In the battle just now, Su Zimo looked like this when he looked at those ancient relics!
This is the look in his eyes that means he is about to go on a killing spree!
Tang Shiyun came to the people of the Nandou Sect and said in a deep voice: "You all put away your weapons! Have you forgotten that if it weren't for Fellow Daoist Su just now, we would be dead now!"
"You have just escaped from danger, and you are going to point your weapons at your savior?"
Everyone in the Nandou faction looked at each other with shameful expressions and did not dare to respond, so they quickly took the spiritual weapons back.
Seeing this scene, the murderous look on Su Zimo's eyebrows subsided slightly.
Just now, he did have murderous intent!
Everyone in the Nandou Sect has completely forgotten that all their lives were saved by him!
I can save you, but I can also kill you!
Tang Shiyun quickly ran to Su Zimo and said: "Fellow Daoist Su, they are also anxious and impulsive. You must not take it to heart."
Su Zimo said nothing and was noncommittal.
But Tang Shiyun could clearly see that the terrifying look in Su Zimo's eyes had gradually faded away until it disappeared.
"Fellow Daoist Su, I beg you to spare my senior brother's life."
Tang Shiyun said: "Although Senior Brother Zhu did something wrong, after all, he took action against you because his close relative died and he lost control of his emotions."
In fact, this was the reason why Su Zimo did not immediately kill Zhu Yue.
He himself had just experienced the grief of the death of a close relative, so he could naturally understand this feeling.
Otherwise, just because Zhu Yue had murderous intentions against him, he would have crushed Zhu Yue's throat long ago, how could he have kept him alive until now.
Zhu Yue's face began to turn purple, his eyes bulged, and his tongue stuck out.
His consciousness was a little blurry.
"Fellow Daoist Su, thank you for saving the lives of everyone in my Nandou sect. I also ask you to spare the life of Senior Brother Zhu. Although he made mistakes, his mistakes will not lead to death."
As Tang Shiyun spoke, she knelt down and said, "I, Tang Shiyun, hereby promise that if anything happens in the ancient battlefield in the future, our Nan Dou sect will do our best to help fellow Daoist Su!"
Tang Shiyun's expression was sincere, and Su Zimo could naturally feel it.
What's more, he had no intention of killing Zhu Yue, he just wanted to give Zhu Yue a punishment.
"It doesn't have to be this way."
Su Zimo waved his sleeves and did not let Tang Shiyun kneel down.
At the same time, he released his palm.
Zhu Yue collapsed weakly on the ground, breathing heavily and almost greedily, making a hissing sound from deep in his throat, as if he was trying to suck in all the air in the world.
Tang poetry is full of joy.
Everyone in the Nandou Sect also breathed a sigh of relief and rushed forward.
Someone went to look after Zhu Yue, and someone bowed deeply to Su Zimo and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Su."