boom! boom! boom!
Four gods came to attack, and Su Zimo could no longer resist it. He tried his best to avoid the vital points, but received three solid punches on his chest, lower abdomen, and back!
Su Zimo staggered back three steps, his face was pale, his muscles and bones were cracking, his energy and blood were boiling, and his internal organs were violently shaken.
There is a strong smell of blood in every breath!
If it were other monks, not to mention three punches, even one punch from the gods would be enough to break the physical body into pieces!
On the other side, seeing this scene, Ye Ling's originally calm expression also became a little anxious.
If you look carefully, you can notice that deep in his eyes, there is still a bit of struggle, a bit of hesitation, and a bit of scruples.
Eidolon still hasn't transformed into its true form.
Even so, more and more Rakshasa died in his hands!
Even the leader of Rakshasa cannot stop the killing of Eidolon!
As time went by, the Rakshasa commander became more and more frightened.
He vaguely noticed that the man in black in front of him seemed to be suppressing something.
The body of this man in black seems to contain a more terrifying and terrifying power, but he has some scruples and has never released it!
The Rakshasa commander has already begun to think about retreating.
But when Su Zimo was in danger, Ye Ling's mind fluctuated and his spirit was distracted. However, the Rakshasa commander seized the opportunity and cut a bloody gash directly on Ye Ling's leg, which was as deep as the bone!
This time, if Ye Ling dodges a little slower, the entire thigh will be removed!
Drenched with blood.
Ye Ling said nothing, but his expression became colder.
Seeing that Ye Ling was injured, the Rakshasa Commander's mind became active again.
"Su Zimo's side is a foregone conclusion. If we can deal with Su Zimo, and with the help of the gods, we may not be able to kill this man in black with unknown origin!"
After thinking about this, the Rakshasa Commander raised his voice and said: "Everyone, just hold on a little longer. When our friends from the God Clan come to help, this beast will definitely die!"
There are less than twenty Rakshasa left.
Under the leadership of the Rakshasa commander, a ferocious offensive broke out.
But even if Ye Ling is injured, he can resolve them one by one!
the other side.
Su Zimo was repulsed by the four gods. He had just stood still. Before he could take a breath, a golden figure broke through the air, carrying suffocating oppression, and came with a bang!
The tragic aura rushed towards my face!
Although there were only afterimages in front of him, Su Zimo could guess that this was the action of the leader of the God Clan!
Take action with anger!
This punch carries the endless anger and resentment of the leader of the gods!
Su Zimo had little strength left, so he reluctantly raised his heavy right arm and blocked it in front of him.
boom!
This punch hit Su Zimo hard on his right arm.
The huge power directly knocked Su Zimo away!
Click!
The right arm is broken, twisted, and completely deformed!
Su Zimo's indestructible body was still interrupted by the terrifying power erupted by the leader of the gods!
thump!
This almost invincible and invincible body was like a falling meteor, falling heavily to the ground and stirring up billowing dust.
His body was covered with scars and he was lying motionless on the ground. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. His body was covered in blood and soil. It looked shocking!
Many monks' eyes dimmed.
They are clear.
Su Zimo's defeat also means that none of them can leave Vientiane City alive!
The leader of the God Clan looked gloomy, and his originally handsome face had become extremely ferocious. There was no eyeball in his left eye, replaced by a bloody hole!
The area around the wound has been scorched by the scorching power!
Tart tart tart!
The leader of the gods walked over step by step, his one eye filled with endless murderous intent.
Not just for Su Zimo, but also for every monk present!
"If he destroys one of my eyes, I will let all of you be buried with him!"
The voice of the leader of the God Clan was so cold and bone-chilling that it spread to every corner of Vientiane City!
The people in the God Clan are all extremely handsome, and they pay the most attention to appearance.
Now, his right eye is disabled, which is more serious than disfigurement, and he will definitely fall out of favor.
His status in the God Clan will also decline rapidly!
No one will take him seriously!
Someone must repay all this!
Many monks were despairing.
"Master!"
The little fox had already cried so hard that his eyes were red and swollen. He rushed out of the crowd and ran towards Su Zimo.
Monkey and the others couldn't bear it and rushed over.
"do not come!"
At this moment, Su Zimo's voice sounded. Although it was weak, his tone was still firm and unquestionable!
Everyone stopped.
Then, under the gaze of countless eyes, the figure lying in the dirt slowly stood up with one arm supporting his dilapidated body!
Su Zimo stepped forward and walked slowly.
The broken right arm hung by his side.
There was a layer of skin connecting the two arms. As Su Zimo moved around, it swayed slightly, and it seemed that it might break at any time!
After a while, Su Zimo stood in front of many monks again, blocking the way of the leader of the God Clan!
This back view looks a little thin and embarrassed.
Even, it seems that he will fall down at any time...
However, at this moment, all the monks were in awe!
Some monks felt their noses sore and couldn't help but shed tears.
"well."
The guiding monk sighed and said in a low voice: "Donor Su, you have done your best."
True Lord Yujun looked sad and said: "This is not a crime of war, this is a heavenly disaster, this is destiny!"
With his back to everyone, Su Zimo remained silent.
"I don't believe in fate."
After a while, Su Zimo spoke and said slowly: "Even if this is my fate, I will change it!"
"Hehehehe."
The leader of the God Clan opposite suddenly laughed.
The bloody holes on his face looked even more ferocious!
"Eye of the Candle Dragon!"
The leader of the God Clan gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't expect that you would actually cultivate the Eye of the Candle Dragon!"
Su Zimo was slightly startled.
The pupil technique he practiced was extremely powerful and was taught to him by the red-haired ghost at the bottom of Dragon Burial Valley.
The red-haired ghost didn't say what his name was. He just randomly named it "Eye of Candlelight" based on the candlelight stone in his right eye.
"Could it be that the real name of this pupil technique is the Eye of the Candle Dragon?"
"If it's called the Eye of the Candle Dragon, why would the red-haired ghost hide it?"
"How did the Gods recognize the origin of this pupil technique?"
"Eye of the candle dragon, candle dragon..."
Su Zimo frowned slightly, questions emerged one after another, and his mind became a little confused, which was difficult to sort out for a while.
It's no wonder he was there.
In fact, the repeated fierce battles had taken a great toll on his body and spirit.
In normal times, I'm afraid he would have figured out what was wrong.
"Stop pretending."
The leader of the God Clan sneered: "On the Tianhuang Continent, the most ferocious and terrifying pupil skills are those of the Sky Eye Clan! Apart from the Sky Eye Clan, only the Eyes of the Candle Dragon can break through my divine pupil!"
The Tianyan Clan, one of the nine vicious clans!
The leader of the God Clan did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes, and said in a cold voice: "I don't care what your relationship is with the Dragon Clan, or how you mastered this Dragon Clan's secret technique. No matter who it is, they can't save you today!"
"Dragon clan?"
Su Zimo looked confused.
His only relationship with the dragon clan is that he once swallowed half a dragon egg in the Valley of Dragon Bones.
What does this pupil technique have to do with the Dragon Clan
"Dragon clan, dragon clan..."
Su Zimo frowned and murmured softly, his head felt dizzy, and there was a terrifying power deep in his blood, slowly waking up...