Today, You Can't Leave

Walking out of the Tianbao Pavilion, Song Qi took out a flying sword from his storage bag, tapped his fingertips, aura was injected into it, and the flying sword floated in front of the two of them.

Naturally, Song Qi could see that Su Zimo was just a mortal without aura. Since he was carrying a bow and a knife, he wanted to have some effort, so jumping on this flying sword would not be a problem.

Song Qi said, "Master Su, don't be afraid when you step on this flying sword. I can protect you from it, and I won't let you fall. I will soon arrive in Pingyang Town."

Su Zimo's gaze swept across Song Qi's Feijian, shook his head, and said, "Let's go like this, let's talk outside the city."

Song Qi's flying sword has no spirit patterns on it, and it is also a pseudo-spirit weapon.

Su Zimo's body, the combined weight of the Blood Crystal Bow and the Cold Moon Knife alone, is a full two thousand catties, and Song Qi's Qi condensing seven-layer realm can't carry it at all.

Su Zimo didn't break it, and the two hurried out of the city.

Outside the city, there were a lot fewer pedestrians, and Su Zimo was about to start plowing the sky and galloping towards Pingyang Town, but his heart moved.

"Huh? Someone is following?"

Su Zimo didn't look back, it was just a mysterious feeling.

Su Zimo stayed quiet, maintained his normal speed, and headed towards Pingyang Town. Song Qi frowned and said nothing.

Not long after, there was a sound of rags in the air behind the two of them, and the speed of those who came was extremely fast!

Cultivator?

Song Qi was shocked, put his palm on the storage bag, and looked back.

Not far away, a monk wearing a black Taoist robe stepped on a flying sword, and was galloping towards him, killing intent flashed in his eyes, it was obvious that the visitor was not good!

Eight layers of condensate!

Song Qi whispered, and quickly pulled Su Zimo to the side, praying in his heart that this person just happened to pass by.

In a blink of an eye, the Xuanpao qi practitioner came to the two of them, jumped down from the flying sword, smiled coldly at Song Qi, and said: "You'd better get out of the way, no matter what, I have a relationship with this person. hatred."

Song Qi glanced at Su Zimo and found that the latter was expressionless, and he didn't know if he was scared or stupid.

Song Qi clasped his fists and said: "Friends of Daoist are talking and laughing. My friend is just a mortal. What kind of hatred can I forge against fellow Daoists."

"Om!"

The Xuanpao trainer lightly tapped the flying sword with his fingertips, and there was an aura flashing on it, and the sword aura was strong.

Inferior spirit weapon!

Song Qi's palms were sweaty, and the opponent's cultivation realm was one level higher than him, and he still had a low-grade spirit weapon in his body.

"If you are still ignorant, don't blame me for being cruel!" Xuanpao said in a cold voice.

"Master Su, run away!"

Song Qi said quickly in Su Zimo's ear, slapped the storage bag with his palm, and a flying sword fell into his palm.

"disease!"

Song Qi controlled Feijian, preemptively, intending to seize the opportunity.

Feijian turned into a stream of light, and galloped towards the Xuanpao practicing Qishi, and in a blink of an eye, he was close.

"It's just a pseudo-spirit weapon, dare to be arrogant in front of me!"

The Xuanpao trainer snorted coldly, not hurriedly, and pointed his finger forward. The flying sword in his hand had been shot, and it hit Song Qi's flying sword heavily.

Double swords collide, sparks are everywhere!

Song Qi's flying sword was obviously incapable, and he was almost knocked out.

The physical body of the Qi practitioner is weak, and it is extremely dangerous to fight. If he is a little careless, he is stabbed by the opponent's spirit weapon and has no chance of survival.

In just a few rounds, Song Qi was completely at a disadvantage and could only passively defend.

Fortunately, Song Qi had a calm expression and worked hard to deal with the opponent, flying swords flying and hovering around him, and the defense did not leak.

Su Zimo saw the whole process in his eyes and nodded to himself.

Under this circumstance, Song Qi could leave on his own. After all, he had already obtained a thousand low-grade spirit stones, and there was no need to be a mortal for him and put himself in a dangerous situation.

But now, Song Qi knew that he was lost, but did not leave independently, proving that this person kept his promise, and the Su family asked him to protect him, and Su Zimo could also rest assured.

Song Qi is still fighting with Xuanpao's training fighter, and the battle is getting fiercer.

After all, the two people's cultivation bases are a realm different, and the spirit tool ranks are even worse.

It didn't take long for Song Qi to gradually reveal his frustration, and the flying sword did not run as smoothly as at the beginning. It was obviously due to intense spiritual energy consumption and lack of physical strength.

At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly asked: "Why are you killing me?"

The Xuanpao trainer consciously had control of the situation, so he glanced at Su Zimo, and said gloomily: "I will tell you to die today, and understand that a mortal has a Heavenly Treasure Order. This is the reason for your death! "

In a hurry, Song Qi glanced back and found that Su Zimo was still standing there. He couldn't help feeling anxious, and said loudly, "Why aren't you leaving?"

Huh!

Song Qi was slightly distracted, and the opponent's flying sword took advantage of the vacancy and stabbed in the face, the chill was pressing!

At this time, it was too late to switch Feijian. In a panic, Song Qi hurriedly rolled on the ground regardless of his face, and escaped, but his body was covered with dust and embarrassed.

Su Zimo smiled without responding.

A wave of helplessness surged in Song Qi's heart, gritted his teeth and said: "I am not this person's opponent, Young Master Su, you leave quickly, you will be too late!"

"No one can leave today!"

The Xuanpao trainer yelled, and the speed of Feijian's attack accelerated, constantly impacting Song Qi's defense, and the sound of Jin Ge collision one after another.

At this moment, the two fighting each other heard a long sigh.

"Yeah, today, you can't go..."

Both Song Qi and the Xuanpao trainer were a little stunned. Before they understood what Su Zimo's words meant, they caught a glimpse of the shocking scene!

Su Zimo was four feet away from the battlefield.

But just two or three steps, Su Zimo has already rushed to the front, the fierce light in his eyes, like a beast that eats humans, exuding cold murderous intent!

Not to mention the Xuanpao trainer who was stared at by Su Zimo, even Song Qi, who was on the sidelines, felt a sense of horror.

"not good!"

The Xuanpao trainer shook his heart, and while backing, he manipulated the flying sword, wanting to turn his sword around and kill Su Zimo.

But the movements of the Xuanpao trainer were too slow, and there were many loopholes in Su Zimo's eyes.

Su Zimo's expression was cold, and with his backhand he pulled out the Cold Moon Knife from his waist, and swiped forward.

The bright silver knife light flashed, piercing people's eyes.

puff!

A big head flew high, and the neck was as smooth as a mirror, with blood gushing out.

Song Qi opened his mouth slightly, his mind was in confusion, staring at the scene in a daze.

died.

An eight-layer air trainer was just assassinated!

lucky? luck? main idea?

"Good knife."

Su Zimo looked at the Hanyue Knife that was not stained with blood, gave a compliment, and inserted it back into the scabbard with his backhand.

Song Qi's throat moved, and he couldn't help swallowing.

What kind of person would he be so calm after beheading an eighth-tier qi practitioner?

Su Zimo suddenly became mysterious in Song Qi's eyes, unlike the weak scholars he had previously known.

Song Qi couldn't help but recalled the scene that had just happened, and the more he thought about it, the more he was afraid, before not knowing it, he was scared into a cold sweat.

He was horrified to find that if Su Zimo had just cut him with that knife, he would not be able to hide it!

Su Zimo took off the storage bag on the waist of the mysterious robe trainer, and without looking at it, threw it to Song Qi, and said, "You take it."

"This, this, this, I can't ask for it." For some reason, Song Qi became a little nervous in the face of Su Zimo.

Su Zimo smiled and said, "Take it away, and cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Condensation as soon as possible."

Seeing Su Zimo's smile, it seemed that the weak scholar had come back again. Song Qi's expression slowed down, and his pressure plummeted. He stopped turning back and put away his storage bag.

Su Zimo said again: "You can control Feijian with all your strength and rush to Pingyang Town."

Song Qi responded and was about to ask. When you were going, he found that Su Zimo had disappeared in place, his legs were thrown away, and one step was a distance of two feet, extremely fast!

Until this moment, Song Qi realized that his employer is not easy...

Song Qi hurried his Yujian into the air, chasing Su Zimo.