Chapter 58

Zhou Dingyun seemed to be terribly frightened, stood up with a violent sound, stepped back a few steps, touched the storage bag around his waist with his palm, and squinted his eyes with a solemn expression.

"Calm, calm!"

Zhou Dingyun comforted him: "I am an eight-tier qi-trainer. Compared with two years ago, I have been reborn. Can I be frightened by a scholar? Su Zimo, a mortal, what can I rely on?"

"Don't you drink?"

Su Zimo smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "If you don't drink, there will be no chance."

"Pretend!"

Zhou Dingyun yelled, slapped his palm on the storage bag, and directly sacrificed a flying sword, his fingertips shot out a spiritual energy, and the flying sword shone brightly.

Inferior spirit weapon.

"disease!"

Zhou Dingyun's flying sword was in his hand, instantly calming his mind, pointed forward, the flying sword turned into a stream of light, and instantly pierced Su Zimo!

Su Zimo didn't move, like an old monk entering concentration.

Fei Jian paused at the center of Su Zimo's eyebrows, and he would pierce in an inch, but Su Zimo's expression remained as usual, and he didn't even blink his eyelids from beginning to end.

Zhou Dingyun thought that Su Zimo had been scared, and couldn't help but grinned and said, "Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg me now, I can still consider letting you live."

"I think there is something wrong with you."

Su Zimo stretched out his palm, gently held the flying sword in front of him, and said calmly: "It's right here, in this season, and it's this kind of night. It's the same two of us, but the ending will not be too much. Big change."

Seeing Su Zimo actually holding a sharp lower-grade spiritual weapon with his palm, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help showing a touch of cruelty in his eyes.

What a foolish ignorance!

Su Zimo said again: "If there is a change, I let you go two years ago. But now, you can't leave."

"Damn, I'm still ranting, I'll take a palm of your hand first!"

Zhou Dingyun yelled, his eyes flashed hard, he manipulated the flying sword and twisted and rotated forcefully!

At the same time, Su Zimo's palm rolled and shocked.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, like thunder on the ground, Zhou Dingyun was startled.

There is no imaginary flesh and blood flying wild.

On the contrary, Su Zimo's palm is intact!

What surprised Zhou Dingyun even more was that he had lost control of Feijian!

How could this be?

The next moment, Zhou Dingyun saw another scene, and all the surprise in his eyes turned into horror.

I saw Su Zimo slowly spread out his palm, and that flying sword was lying quietly in his palm, covered with cracks.

Su Zimo let go, and this low-grade spirit artifact turned into a pile of fragments and scattered on the ground.

An inferior spirit weapon, just like that!

Seeing Su Zimo's gradually cold eyes, Zhou Dingyun's heart also sank to the bottom.

He finally realized that two years later, he had become an eight-tier qi-trainer, and the second son Su in front of him was not the weak scholar who used to be!

He finally realized that Su Zimo just felt that the change was too great, it was not him, but Su Zimo himself!

He finally realized that the bowl of wine on the round table might really be his road wine!

Zhou Dingyun couldn't understand for a while, why Su Zimo could shatter his low-grade spirit weapon with his flesh and blood body.

Zhou Dingyun didn't want to go into the reasons behind this either.

Now, he just wants to leave here, as far away as possible from Su Zimo!

Zhou Dingyun took out another flying sword from the storage bag, which was just a pseudo-spirit weapon.

In Bixia Palace, the outer disciple can get a low-grade spiritual weapon, which is already a great gift, but it was just abolished by Su Zimo's palm.

Zhou Dingyun stepped on the flying sword, soared into the air, and flew outside.

Before leaving, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but look back.

I saw that Su Zimo didn't get up in a hurry, but instead drank the bowl of spirits on the stone table without rushing, then stood up, tied the long knife on the table to his waist, and put the quiver on his back. He picked up the bloody big bow in his hand.

Zhou Dingyun swallowed, turned around, spurred Feijian with all his strength, and galloped away.

The sound of the wind whistling in his ears, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help shivering when he was blown by the wind. I don't know when, he was already shocked in a cold sweat.

Before long, Zhou Dingyun was already far away from Pingyang Town.

Not far in front was the Canglang Mountain Range, which was pitch black, and the roar of the spirit beast faintly heard.

Zhou Dingyun let out a long breath, finally letting go.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhou Dingyun!

"Do you remember the vow you swore when you knelt down and begged for mercy on the night two years ago?"

Hearing these words, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that he could barely control his flying sword, lost his balance, and fell from mid-air.

Su Zimo!

This voice is Su Zimo!

How can it be?

How could he catch up?

Zhou Dingyun's face was pale with cold sweat, and while urging Feijian to flee forward desperately, he looked back.

Su Zimo followed him with a calm expression and seemed to walk randomly, but with every step he took, he was two or three feet away!

"He, he didn't use his full strength at all!"

After thinking about this, Zhou Dingyun seemed to fall into the ice cellar instantly, cold all over his body.

Su Zimo's voice sounded again: "On the night two years ago, you swore to the sky that if you were lucky enough to visit the fairy gate in the future, you would never come to retaliate against me, otherwise you will die with arrows through your heart."

"He... In that case, it's as you wish."

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun finally understood the purpose of the big bloody bow on the stone table.

"do not!"

Zhou Dingyun quickly turned around, and as soon as he said a word, a black shadow was shrouded in front of his eyes.

Oh oh oh!

More than a dozen sharp arrows, regardless of front and back, came in no time!

puff!

Zhou Dingyun felt a pain in his chest, as if he had lost something in his body.

With a plop, Zhou Dingyun fell to the ground, his body was covered with mud, and his body was stained red with blood.

"Ho ho!"

Zhou Dingyun lowered his head hard and looked to his chest.

There was bloody blood, and there was an extra bowl of blood hole. His heart had been pierced and taken away by a dozen sharp arrows.

Random arrows pierced the heart!

Everything seems to be fate, already doomed.

The breeze blew, Zhou Dingyun's eyes fluttered with a corner of a green shirt.

Zhou Dingyun lay on the ground, looking up at Su Zimo standing in front of him, with a weird smile on his face, and said vaguely: "I, I am Bixia... Gong, you, you kill me, You can't escape, one day...Cang Lang really...will find you..."

Su Zimo squatted down and smiled and said, "You don't have to wait until that day, I will go to him. You go first, and the next one is Mortal Canglang!"

Hearing these words, Zhou Dingyun broke his breath on the side of his head.

Su Zimo pulled down the storage bag around Zhou Dingyun's waist and put it in his arms, then grabbed his corpse, didn't walk far forward, and threw it directly into the Canglang Mountain Range.

There is no need to wait until the next day, Zhou Dingyun's corpse will be eaten up by the spirit beasts.

Destroy the corpses.

No one knows what happened this night.