Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 630: Blue Shirt Bloodline

At the bottom of the Dragon Valley, there are not only the inheritance of the two super gates of Daming Temple and Fahua Temple, but also the behemoths of the Northern Territory and the inheritance of the Dagan Empire.

Su Zimo has been dormant for 20 years at the bottom of Burial Dragon Valley, isolated from the world, and his strength has grown to an extremely terrible level!

This growth is not only reflected in the enlightenment of the Dharma.

The practice of matrix law is also deepening.

Three big teams, matching each other, can not achieve this effect.

In the sight of many mortals, those immortals who had been high above them suddenly seemed to have undergone some changes and fell from the air.

"How could this be?"

"Did God open his eyes and lower the punishment?"

As many mortals are confused, a figure slowly lifts off!

This man was dressed in a blue shirt, with a bright-looking eyebrow, with a cold look, and his eyebrows revealed the meaning of vicious killing, and a blood-colored long knife was in his hand!

"This guy is a little familiar."

"Seems……"

The old lady opened her mouth slightly, looking at the figure in the air in disbelief, whispering incessantly: "It's him, it's him!"

"Grandma, who is it?"

The child in her arms also saw the figure in the air and asked curiously.

"Su Ergong! Su Ergong of the Su family!"

The old woman's voice was shaking.

Decades later, the old man still recognized Su Zimo at a glance.

Because, even after decades, there are no traces of years left on the face of the second son of Su Er, just like before!

Su Zimo glanced slightly, looked at the old man and the child, and nodded, the killing between the eyebrows was much softer.

The old man stopped.

This action seemed to have been acquainted with each other, she seemed to return to the past.

Even after becoming a fairy, Su Ergong has not changed!

The child stared at his eyes without blinking.

The same fairy.

But the child did not feel any fear or pressure on Su Zimo.

The child's original hanging heart gradually fell.

Su Zimo gazing at the blood-quenching knife, walking in the air, standing high, looking down at Yuan Ying Zhenjun, who was fleeing in Pingyang Town with a touch of irony.

"Want to run away?"

Su Zimo descended from the sky, his arms held up, the blood-quenching knife trembled and seemed to be excited, chopped down fiercely in the crowd!

A blood rush came out!

boom!

The crowd was divided into two, and a gully was cut out on the ground. A total of seven Yuanying Zhenjun were cut into two halves directly by this blood awn.

This is the first blood drinking after the blood quench knife was born.

The blade is full of energy!

Su Zimo's body moved suddenly and flew into the fleeing crowd.

The blood-quenched knife was horizontal.

Hum!

A **** ripple rippled slowly across the void and across the crowd!

puff! puff! puff!

Under the shroud of blood-colored ripples, the heads of more than a dozen Yuanying Zhenjun seemed to be crossed by sharp blades, cut into halves, and plasma spewed!

Yuan Shen was imprisoned, and there was no chance to even get out of it.

"Lords, don't run away! If you run away again, this beast will be killed one by one!"

"Yundu Zhenjun, you quickly break the line, I'll wait for it to fight for your time!"

"Yes, the kings work together!"

The crowd shouted, reunited together, exploding blood, and rushed towards Su Zimo.

The few true kings in the forefront were cultivators, who burst out of blood and danced the sword of Changge to kill them.

Wow!

The blood in Su Zimo's body was rising, the sound of the tide was rolling, and his backhand was amazing.

The sword is so heavy that it is like a stormy wave!

when! when! when!

The blood-quenched sword was severely chopped on these Yuanying Zhenjun's weapons, and a huge power broke out, such as the tidal waves, unstoppable!

"puff!"

Someone couldn't support it. A blood spewed out on the spot, the tiger's mouth was torn, the weapon flew away, and his body fell out.

Yuan Ying Zhenjun was imprisoned by Yuan Shen and spiritual power, all that was left was the physical body and the blood.

But how can these people's physical strength and blood strength be compared to Su Zimo!

They are holding magic instruments in their hands. Because the Yuan Shen is imprisoned, they cannot mobilize mana. The true power of the magic instruments is difficult to exert, and they can't stop the sharp edge of the blood quenching knife!

Huh!

Huh!

Blood light flashed frequently, even if the remaining Yuan Ying Zhenjun gathered together, they could not resist Su Zimo's killing!

After being inherited by the Sword Emperor, after the succession of Shura in this life, Su Zimo's accomplishments in swordsmanship have reached a quite horrible level!

Dinghai Juan's countercurrents, stormy waves, swirls, and ripples.

The ghost of Shura knife cries, bloodstream, purgatory, bones, demon shadow, walking dead.

Sometimes fierce and uncast, sometimes continuous like water, sometimes magnificent, sometimes treacherous ...

The blood quenching knife is in Su Zimo's hands, drinking all the blood!

The blood on the knife became more and more abundant, it seemed that the blood quenching knife became excited!

In the town, there were bold mortals who could not bear it, secretly opened a door slit, and looked outside, seeing such a scene that they would never forget.

The immortals who had always been high above them threatened to keep the chickens and dogs of Pingyang Town from staying. At this time, they were fleeing in a hurry and embarrassed.

A man in a blue shirt, holding a blood-colored sword, walked quietly on the long street, leaving behind a dead body.

Wherever I go, blood flows!

This is exactly a slaughter.

Ye Xian!

In the face of Su Zimo, Yuan Yuan, the prince who was imprisoned by the spirit **** and spiritual power, was eating fish!

...

It was getting brighter.

Yun Du Zhenjun was sweating all over his head, and broke his head on the edge of Pingyang Town.

This ancient forbidden spirit array and ancient forbidden spirit array is extremely complicated, and with his ability, it is difficult to unlock in a short time.

Fortunately, this sweltering array of heavy fog is not too difficult.

Listening to the screams coming from behind, Yundu Zhenjun was even more flustered.

But he didn't look back.

He must not be distracted!

Break the trap as soon as possible, this is their only chance to survive!

Time goes by bit by bit.

I don't know how long it took before the clouds dispersed.

Yun Du Zhenjun breathed a sigh of relief, sitting paralyzed on the ground, already sweating.

The sky, the rising sun, and a ray of light breaking through the mist and falling on the town, everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

Yun Du Zhenjun suddenly felt something wrong.

Too quiet!

The crying, begging for help, crying for help, all the noise behind, I do not know when it has disappeared.

Flip-flop.

Footsteps sounded.

It's like the bottom of a person's feet is contaminated with some sticky liquid, and the sound made by crossing the bluestone road.

Footsteps came behind him and suddenly disappeared.

A chill hit the back!

Yundu Zhenjun dare not turn back.

A blood-stained blade slowly reached under his throat, exuding a strong **** gas, the sharpness of the blade, the chilling bone!

"You are the last."

A voice sounded in his ear, softly, lightly, without emotion.

Huh!

Blood flashed.

Yun Du Zhenjun's head fell and blood splattered.

His head rolled on the ground a few times before finally facing Pingyang Town.

He widened his eyes.

Blue shirt, blood.

Two distinct colors stimulated his final senses.

His consciousness gradually blurred and eventually died out.

(End of this chapter)