Chapter 32

"not good!"

The Qi-trainers sitting on both sides of King Yan stood up with a loud voice, their expressions changed drastically.

Extremely dangerous!

In an instant, this seemingly weak scholar seemed to be a different person, and the breath that radiated made all the four Qi practitioners feel terrified.

Even the air trainer was like this, and the other people in the hall were even more unbearable. Some civil servants were directly scared and sat on the ground with feces and urine.

"boom!"

Su Zimo stomped on the ground with a loud noise, and the ground made of golden bricks cracked a huge gap. Below it was like a dark hell, exuding a cold atmosphere.

The whole palace shook violently, the dust fell, and it seemed that the sky was going to collapse, and the momentum was terrifying!

If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, no one would dare to believe that the scene before them was done by humans.

And Su Zimo had disappeared in place, in the shape of a horse, rushing forward, almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of King Yan.

Fast, too fast!

The position where Su Zimo stood was at least ten feet away from King Yan, but everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and King Yan and Su Zimo were already close at hand.

At this time, the four Qi Practitioners next to King Yan had just taken out the spirit weapon from the storage bag.

The reaction of the two sides was completely worse by one level!

Until this time, everyone in the hall understood the meaning of Su Zimo's words.

Although he was ten feet away from King Yan, for Su Zimo, it was not far away.

Within this distance, even if you have the power of the whole country, you are no match for a man!

"You, what are you going to do!"

King Yan was so frightened, his soul was frightened, his eyes were full of horror, and he subconsciously stepped back.

Su Zimo's expression was cold, and he hit the crown on the head of King Feiyan. The latter's hair was scattered and he was embarrassed.

Su Zimo took a step forward, reached out his palm, grabbed King Yan's hair, and abruptly picked it up!

"what!"

King Yan let out a painful cry, his scalp almost about to be pulled off by Su Zimo, sweat on his forehead, cold hands and feet.

"Mortal, dare you!"

"Quickly release King Yan, otherwise you will definitely die!"

Two of the four gas trainers control flying swords, another one controls a long sword, and the last one controls a roulette with sharp edges.

Only one of the four spirit artifacts had spirit patterns on the roulette, which was a low-grade spirit weapon, and the other three were pseudo-spiritual artifacts, floating in mid-air, looking at the vital points on Su Zimo's body, waiting for the opportunity to move.

If Su Zimo didn't see it, he dragged King Yan's hair and walked a few steps back, then with his backhand pulled out a long knife lying horizontally on the shelf behind him.

Cangcang!

The sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed resounded in the hall, and the lingering sound continued, making it creepy.

Su Zimo put the long knife in his hand horizontally and stuck it on the neck of King Yan.

King Yan could even feel the chill brought by the blade, and within a short time, the hairs on his body were erected.

"My name is Su Zimo, you remember." Su Zimo's voice sounded, without the slightest mood swing, but it made King Yan flustered.

"Su Zimo, do you know that the Imperial City Forbidden Army plus guards has a hundred thousand people, plus the cultivation sect behind me, you can't escape with your wings!"

After all, King Yan is the king of a country. When his life is hanging by a thread, he tries to calm down his mind, suppresses his fear, and gritted his teeth and said: "It's better that I make a deal with you..."

"Ha ha."

Su Zimo smiled.

Hearing this laughter, Yan Wang's heart gradually sank to the bottom.

He realized that Su Zimo's killing intent had been decided!

"call out!"

At this moment, the sound of a sharp weapon breaking through the air came from King Yan's ears, and the speed was extremely fast.

"A trainer has taken action!" Wang Yan was overjoyed.

As long as the qi practitioner can kill Su Zimo with a single sword, he will still have a ray of life.

The gas trainer who shot stood behind Su Zimo, the distance between the two was too close, less than ten feet.

This flying sword pierced through the blind spot of Su Zimo's sight, like a stream of light, it came to the back of Su Zimo's head in an instant.

The eyes of the other three gas trainers shined.

Seeing that this flying sword was about to pierce the back of Su Zimo's head, Su Zimo didn't look back, as if he had long eyes behind his back. Light a roll.

"Um?"

The look of the air trainer who shot changed, and found that he had lost control of Feijian.

The qi practitioner controls the flying sword by using his own aura to wrap around the flying sword, like an arm command, which can attack and defend.

But how strong is the force of the tongue roll?

Under the scroll, the aura on the flying sword was instantly dissipated.

Su Zimo throws a backhand!

puff!

The flying sword pierced the chest of the trainer, bringing out a bloody light. It was cast into the main hall wall, and the blood-stained sword body trembled.

The whole process is slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.

From the time the qi-trainer shot, to when he was pierced by a sword, it took less than a breath!

This person looked dull, his eyes were full of disbelief, he looked down at Gu Gu's bloody chest, his eyes lost, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"hiss!"

The remaining three gas trainers took a breath, and subconsciously stepped back, trying to get as far away from Su Zimo as possible.

If Su Zimo's sword was thrown at one of them, no one could escape it.

The speed of that sword has completely exceeded their reaction.

"Hurry up and notify Brother Liu to support!"

One of the three gas trainers looked terrified, and hurried to the back of the hall, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

For King Yan, these breathing times seemed to be as long as a hundred years.

Failed!

Even the trainer failed.

The long knife on King Yan's neck never left a single bit from beginning to end.

Su Zimo bowed his head slightly, and whispered in King Yan's ear: "Zhao Qian, did you know that when I stepped into the palace, you were already a dead person. I said I would kill you, go to the poor green and fall to the yellow spring, too? No one can save you."

In the empty hall, there is no sound!

It seems that everyone is taken by the aura of one person, silent.

Su Zimo's voice is not loud, very soft, very soft, and very calm, as if chatting with King Yan, but everyone can feel the trembling killing intent behind this voice!

King Yan was trembling with fright, his teeth collided and squashed, and a stream of heat flowed out from his lower body, and the smell was soaring into the sky.

"Zhao Qian, don't be afraid, it's just a knife, no pain."

Su Zimo's eyes were cold, and he said word by word: "I will send you on the road, and go down to apologize to my parents!"

Pouch!

The blood flashed, and the head of King Yan Dou Da was chopped off by Su Zimo and held in his hand.

King Yan stared at his eyes until he died, and his eyes were filled with fear. In fact, even without Su Zimo's knife, King Yan would have been scared to death.

Really scared to death!

The blood spurted out and splashed on his cheeks, and Su Zimo didn't notice it.

Tart Tart!

Outside the palace, there were dense footsteps, and King Yan's Forbidden Army had arrived.

Su Zimo tied the bloody head of King Yan around his waist, looked around, shook the long knife in his hand, murderously, and said coldly: "King Yan is dead, those who stop me will kill me!"