In less than three breaths, two Rakshasas died in succession!
The breathing of many monks was stagnant, and they stared at this scene in disbelief.
The Rakshasa clan is one of the nine ancient clans with noble blood, a pair of natural wings, and agile and fast movements. The monks present have all experienced the terror of the Rakshasa clan.
But now, the two Rakshasa are dead.
His death was even a little unclear.
Not to mention other monks, even Monkey and Linghu, who had watched this Ye Ling grow up since childhood and were now Ye Ling's sworn brothers, were all shocked at this time.
They knew that Eidolon was quite capable, but they never thought it would be so terrifying!
More than thirty Rakshasas rushed over at the same time. When they met each other, two of them died!
This kind of means and this kind of combat power have reached a level that is shocking to the world!
"It seems that I was not unjustly defeated."
The golden lion muttered.
When he met Eidolon for the first time, he stumbled.
Originally, this lion was still thinking that if he practiced diligently in the future, he would have a chance to regain his place, but until now, this idea had disappeared without a trace.
The three Nascent Soul Lords looked at each other and could see the shock and confusion in each other's eyes.
Others may not be able to see the actual fight between the two sides.
The three of them have spiritual consciousness and can roughly capture the battle between Eidolon and more than thirty Rakshasa.
Stunning, perfect, terrifying!
Ye Ling acted fiercely and decisively, without any hesitation or sloppiness.
One hit kill!
The first reaction the three of them had during the whole process was one of astonishment.
This time, the timing, angle, movement, speed, burst of power, and choice of target were all perfect.
No flaws at all!
But the more you think about this process, the more terrifying it becomes.
Even if the three of them were in their prime state, they might not be able to escape an attack like this from Eidolon!
This Eidolon is simply born to kill!
There was a faint aura about him that was pure and ancient, dark and cold, making people feel uneasy and shuddering!
The three of them, Zhenjun Yujun, have cultivated to this level and broken free from the shackles of heaven and earth. Their longevity has reached a thousand years. Even if they face the Rakshasa tribe, they will not feel this way.
But now, the three of them felt a little flustered when they felt the aura of Ye Ling!
Just as the three Nascent Soul Lords were thinking wildly, another Rakshasa fell from mid-air, with a bloody hole in his chest and his heart broken.
The figure of Ye Ling looks like a ghost.
Under the shroud of night, it is as faint as a trace and looming.
Although the offensive of more than thirty Rakshasa is fierce, Ye Ling can always find a gap in it, dodge it, and wait for an opportunity to counterattack!
The leader of the God Clan originally wanted to watch the excitement and looked on with cold eyes.
But at this time, the leader of the God Clan frowned and stared at Ye Ling's figure, his eyes flickering thoughtfully.
The Rakshasa commander's face was frighteningly gloomy.
At the same time, changes also occurred on another battlefield!
"Buzz! What! What! Bah! Mi! Hum!"
The six Sanskrit sounds, like a bell and a bell, suddenly descended and resounded throughout the world!
This Sanskrit sound reveals the supreme power of Buddhism.
Six-character Great Ming Mantra!
The lost secrets of Daming Temple reappear in Vientiane City!
The power of a Sanskrit sound is enough to shake the mind of a monk.
The six Sanskrit sounds erupted at the same time, causing the heaven and earth to shake, the wind and clouds changing color, and even the sound of rolling thunder came from the end of the sky in response!
At this time, many monks outside the battlefield felt their energy and blood fluctuating, and their hearts were beating with fear.
But the dozens of Rakshasa in the battlefield only paused for a moment!
Their bloodline is too strong.
Although the Great Ming Mantra is powerful, it cannot have much impact on them.
At this moment, Su Zimo took action!
"cut!"
With a loud shout, all the blood surrounding Su Zimo instantly converged and condensed on the blood-tempered knife in his hands.
Immediately afterwards, a bloody light broke through the sky!
Su Zimo's energy and blood burst out, his black hair danced wildly, and he waved his blood-tempered knife, drawing a huge blood-colored semicircle in mid-air, almost cutting the world in half!
Puff puff!
At least ten Rakshasa were killed by this bloody light.
They simply couldn't resist such a terrifying force.
Three Rakshasa were cut into two pieces on the spot, and the scimitars in their hands were chopped into pieces by the blood-tempered sword!
Although the remaining Rakshasa resisted the edge of the blood-tempered knife, they could not stop the impact of this force on the body. They coughed blood in their mouths, their eyes dimmed, and they flew backwards, falling to the ground seriously injured.
Zhengzhengzheng!
The blood-tempered sword has been tempered in the backyard of Dragon Burial Valley and has become a powerful weapon!
Now, after drinking the blood of Rakshasa, this knife looks even more terrifying, sharp and sharp, the blade exudes a strong smell of blood, and it is trembling with excitement!
"Set up the formation!"
The voice of the Rakshasa leader suddenly sounded, bone-chillingly cold!
Blah, blah!
The Rakshasa on the two battlefields took out chains made of dark iron and fine steel from their storage bags.
These Rakshasa were in groups of two, holding the two ends of the chain respectively, using their body speed to circle around Su Zimo, criss-crossing each other.
Su Zimo's heart trembled, he didn't dare to be careless and dealt with it carefully.
Chains are soft.
The blood-tempered sword slashed upwards, and there was a feeling of powerlessness.
Su Zimo continued to swing the knife, but he could not exert the power of the blood-tempered knife. The space for him to move around became smaller and smaller.
Not long after, a chain was wrapped around his body!
"Um?"
Su Zimo frowned.
There are actually tiny, sharp thorns hidden on this chain, which are so subtle that they can’t be detected!
When the chains were wrapped around Su Zimo's body, these spikes were exposed and pierced into the flesh instantly!
Even Su Zimo's powerful body couldn't stop the sharp edges of these spikes!
Just a little distracted, another chain also wrapped around Su Zimo's arm twice, completely restricting the power of the blood-tempered knife.
"This is not good!"
True Lord Luoxue let out a low cry.
More and more chains were wrapped around Su Zimo's body.
The more chains there are, the harder it will be for Su Zimo to break free.
Without the threat of the blood-tempered sword, and with Su Zimo trapped in the formation, the Rakshasa tribe relied on their fast and agile movements to become almost invincible!
Chains on the arms, thighs, chest, and back were like pythons, tightly wrapped around Su Zimo's body, with fangs exposed and biting through the flesh!
In the blink of an eye, Su Zimo was already trapped in many chains!
The Rakshasa commander's expression softened slightly and he said with a ferocious smile: "Ant, why don't you struggle anymore?"
"This is the Tianluo Formation of our Rakshasa Clan. Not to mention an ant like you, even the barbarians from the nine tribes cannot escape if they fall into it!"
Dozens of Rakshasa, each holding a chain in their hands, stood in the air, looking down at Su Zimo with eyes full of teasing.
"Hehehe."
Su Zimo stood motionless and suddenly laughed.
"You want to trap me with just these scraps of metal?"