Chapter 218 Escape!

On the ground, hundreds of foundation-building cultivators from the Blood Crow Palace have flocked.

Wen Xuan and Elder Yu were trapped in mid-air and could not get out.

The current situation is very clear, there is only one way for the disciples of Misty Peak, that is to escape!

And they don't have much time left.

Once Wenxuan and Elder Yu couldn't hold on, they would not only face hundreds of foundation-building cultivators, but also the pursuit of Jindan Zhenren.

"Come on!"

Qin Yu, the leader of the inheritance disciple, shouted loudly, and did not dare to stay any longer, so he turned around and ran away.

Another inheritance disciple, Ji Chengtian, followed closely behind.

Many Misty Peak disciples walked with their swords, fled in all directions, and ran towards the outside of Dongling Valley.

"Big Brother, Senior Sister Leng, run away!"

The little fat man looked nervous, sweating profusely, and said hello.

Nodding softly.

The two looked at Su Zimo subconsciously.

At this moment, Su Zimo squinted his eyes, his body exuding icy killing intent, the top-grade flying sword hung in his palm, trembling.

Of course Su Zimo also knew that the wisest thing at the moment was to escape as much as possible.

But he was unwilling!

"You go first, I'll kill this person!"

Su Zimo waved his sleeve robe, and the top-quality flying sword in his palm flashed four auras, dazzling, swooping, and smashed away, heading straight for Feng Haoyu in the distance.

"boom!"

At the same time, Su Zimo took a step forward with his left foot, stomped heavily on the ground, his legs exerted force, and the whole person was like a god horse, running wildly, leaving a series of figures behind him.

"Um?"

Feng Haoyu felt an extremely sharp edge, like a thorn in the back, the air was torn apart, and a strange sound of babble was heard.

Feng Haoyu's brows were wrinkled, and before he could think about it, he turned the flying sword around and ran the phantom sword secret technique.

call out!

The body of the sword trembled slightly and fell into the void.

Due to the high speed, this top-grade flying sword almost melted into the void, becoming invisible and transparent, making it difficult to detect.

Feng Haoyu is indeed far superior to Su Zimo in terms of sword control.

"when!"

Feng Haoyu's flying sword came first, and actually blocked Su Zimo's flying sword, and sparks shot everywhere.

"The best flying sword!"

Feng Haoyu noticed the four spiritual patterns on Su Zimo's flying sword, his eyes became hot, and a trace of greed passed by.

"Feng Haoyu, give me your life!"

Su Zimo's voice sounded like a thunderclap on the ground, the whole person was monstrous, killing intent was piercing, carrying an unparalleled general trend, and it came crashing down!

Feng Haoyu's expression changed greatly.

"Su Zimo, you dare..."

Feng Haoyu did not expect that Su Zimo did not choose to escape, and even dared to rush up to meet hundreds of foundation-building cultivators!

Su Zimo naturally also knew that he was no match for Feng Haoyu in terms of sword control.

Even if he has the best flying sword, he can only be tied with Feng Haoyu at most.

Therefore, Su Zimo sacrificed the flying sword just to attract Feng Haoyu's attention.

The real killer move is still to come!

Today, the distance between Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu is less than five steps.

Within five steps, even if Feng Haoyu has successfully established his foundation, he will still hate it!

boom!

Su Zimo punched backhand, and his right arm crossed a huge arc in mid-air, making a mark with his fist, bursting the air, and a loud noise was heard.

Feng Haoyu didn't have time to dodge, and immediately crushed the amulet in his hand.

A mask rose.

boom!

The big seal smashed on the mask with supreme ferocity.

Click!

The second-order amulet was shattered by Su Zimo's punch!

hiss!

Feng Haoyu sucked in a breath of cold air, and his pupils contracted violently.

Su Zimo looked indifferent, his eyes flashed with cold murderous intent, he stepped forward and punched again.

This punch directly blocked all the escape routes for Feng Haoyu!

Feng Haoyu turned around abruptly, and with a thud on his back, a pair of huge wings stretched out strangely.

This pair of wings is different from the real wings.

This secret technique is another great secret technique of Misty Peak - Misty Wings!

Ethereal Wings are an aid.

This means that the cultivator of the foundation can be like Jindan real person, without any external objects, can be lifted off the ground!

The ethereal wings are much more flexible than the cultivator Yujian flying. If used properly, it will greatly improve the cultivator's overall strength.

In this situation now, Feng Haoyu turned around and ran away on the ground, but he would never be able to escape Su Zimo's pursuit.

If Yujian is flying, he must also take out his flying sword, a little slower.

Only by condensing the ethereal wings, it is possible to escape from heaven!

Whoosh!

The wings flapped, and Feng Haoyu rose into the air, galloping towards the sky.

This change was completely beyond Su Zimo's expectations.

The punch in front of him was about to fail, and Su Zimo stepped on the ground and jumped up with the help of a huge rebound.

Crackling!

At the same time, Su Zimo's muscles and bones roared together, his right arm suddenly soared a foot, turned his fist into a palm, and grabbed towards Feng Haoyu's back.

Stab it!

Blood splattered.

"what!"

There was a scream in the air.

On Feng Haoyu's left leg, a large piece of flesh and blood was forcibly torn off by Su Zimo, revealing the bones inside, shocking!

This time, if Feng Haoyu's reaction was a little slower, it would be enough to dig out his heart!

Su Zimo's figure descended.

Feng Haoyu flashed his ethereal wings, his face was pale, and he was sweating coldly in pain.

Feng Haoyu fled to the side of the blood-robed youth, gasping for breath, and looked back with lingering fears.

At this time, hundreds of foundation-building cultivators from the Blood Crow Palace had rushed up, and many flying swords and spiritual arts poured down.

Next to Feng Haoyu was not only the young man in blood robe, but also a spirit demon in the Golden Core Realm.

It is no longer realistic to want to rush over to kill Feng Haoyu.

Su Zimo gritted his teeth and stepped back.

call out!

The top-quality flying sword pierced through the void and returned to Su Zimo's side, beheading a foundation-building cultivator under the sword.

boom!

As soon as a foundation-building cultivator rushed up, Su Zimo punched his body with a punch, his flesh and blood exploded, and he died on the spot.

Whoa!

Su Zimo carried the blood, and a terrifying sound of the tide came from his body, surging and terrifying.

In the vast crowd, Su Zimo is like an ancient monster, fierce and aggressive.

Puff puff!

Su Zimo took a plow step and leaned forward.

The many monks standing in front of him were crushed on the spot, their flesh and blood flying, leaving a corpse all over the place, blood flowing into a river.

Su Zimo stepped on the bones and the river of blood, and the whole person was like a god of killing, killing outside the Dongling Valley.

"Um?"

Not far away, the blood-robed young man's gaze fell on Su Zimo, and he let out a light whimper, his eyes showing curiosity.

"What a strong bloodline, interesting, who is this person?"

The blood-robed youth asked.

Feng Haoyu swallowed and said solemnly: "This person is Su Zimo, who was the one who killed the young master blood slave outside Linfeng City."

"Finally found him."

The blood-robed youth smiled and said leisurely, "It would be a pity to kill this kind of bloodline directly. I want to make him my blood slave, and serve me as my master for the rest of my life, for my use!"