Chapter 567 Dugu Sword

Su Zimo didn't recognize the swordsman in black.

I don't understand why this person wants to help him.

But on the swordsman in black, he once felt an extremely dangerous aura!

The sword just now confirmed his feelings.

That sword was too fast.

Tianjiao Tianjiao of Jietianjianzong didn't even have the chance to release the Jindan vision, so he died on the spot!

"Where is the lunatic!"

"Humph! It's the helper of this Divine Phoenix Island beast, maybe it's also a beast, everyone gets it and kills it!"

Some monks were clumsy, seeing that there was no identity token on the waist of the black-clothed swordsman, thinking that it was a loose cultivator who didn't know whether to live or die, and they all scolded him.

Seeing that Su Zimo's death is imminent, how many treasures may be born, the eyes of all the arrogances are red, how can they stop there.

"Let's go together, what kind of storm can this person make!"

A monk greeted and took the lead.

If the first person shoots, there will be a second.

More and more monks stood up.

In an instant, spiritual power surged, and sword lights flashed across the void, dazzling and dazzling, like ten thousand arrows, stabbing towards the black-clothed swordsman on the battlefield!

The right hand of the black-clothed swordsman, seemingly moving slowly, landed on the jet-black hilt on the left.

Just as the black-clothed swordsman's right hand held the hilt, the aura of the black-clothed swordsman suddenly changed!

Those originally scattered eyes suddenly condensed, like two sharp-edged swords.

The cultivator who shot, looked at these two eyes, and was shocked.

Several monks screamed and closed their eyes quickly.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Two streaks of scarlet blood flowed from the eyes of these cultivators, terrifying!

Just looking at each other, the eyes of several people are already blind!

"What a powerful eye!"

Su Zimo froze in his heart.

He cultivated the Secret Tome of the Demon King of the Great Wilderness, and has already opened up his eyes, and cultivated a pair of demon eyes with powerful eyesight.

Even the angry eyes of the King Kong of the Buddhist King Kong Temple and the charming eyes of the Momen Su Nvzong could not shake his mind.

But just relying on a pair of eyes, such a terrifying killing power broke out, Su Zimo's demon eyes could not reach it.

Su Zimo thought to himself: "I really don't know how this person cultivated, and he actually cultivated such a pair of terrifying sword eyes."

The eyes of the swordsman in black are always empty and blank, his eyes are slack, and he looks listless.

But when he held the long sword, no one could ignore the murderous intent on him, the sharpness in his eyes!

hum!

A sword cry resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The stunning and unparalleled sword light just now appeared again, and it was dazzling.

Jingle Jingle!

There was a sound of Jin Ge clashing.

Many flying swords stabbing in the air were all broken.

The sword light suddenly disappeared.

These monks who took action fell from the air one after another, and none of them were spared!

When it fell to the ground, it was already a corpse!

Even if they were prepared, not many people in the Northern Territory Tianjiao present could clearly see the swordsman in black.

When the Tianjiao reacted, the long sword had been sheathed.

The right hand of the black-clothed swordsman returned to the side of his body and hung down naturally, as if he had never shot before.

From beginning to end, the swordsman in black was expressionless.

It seems that the death of more than a dozen Jindan real people can't arouse his emotional fluctuations, even the slightest.

Deathly silence!

No one expected that in this battle of Tianjiao, after the evil spirits of Divine Phoenix Island, Xi Wuya and others, there was actually such a terrifying cultivator who never made a move!

Who can resist such a terrifying existence?

"Dugu Jian, you are crazy!"

Tuoba Feng stared at him and shouted angrily.

Solitary Sword!

Hearing this name, Su Zimo suddenly felt in his heart.

In the Northern Territory, there are not many monks with this surname.

The most famous of them is Dugu, one of the four great sects.

It's just that the cultivator in front of him called 'Dugu Sword' is really different from Tuoba Feng and others.

There is no identity token around the waist, not to mention walking on foot, and there is no clansman around!

In Dugujian, Su Zimo felt a kind of loneliness, a kind of loneliness, a kind of thing that was out of tune with this world.

It seems that apart from that sword, there is nothing else in the world of Dugu Sword.

Apart from the sword, there is nothing else!

Only in such a state of mind, can we cultivate such a pair of sharp-edged sword eyes, and can we cultivate such a terrifying and fierce swordsmanship!

"Dugu Jian, this Divine Phoenix Island evildoer is a beast, not my race. You want to represent the Dugu clan and stand on his side?" Ouyang Xiayu asked in a deep voice.

"I am me, what does it have to do with Dugu?"

Dugujian's voice was calm, and he turned his head to look at Ouyang Xiayu.

He was still expressionless, but his empty eyes seemed to reveal a kind of irony.

Ironically, Ouyang Xiayu did not understand even such a simple question.

I am me, what do I do with others?

Ouyang Xiayu was at a loss for words.

Murong Wushuang frowned lightly, looked at Dugu Jian not far away, and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"I don't like it."

Dugu Jian said lightly.

Most of the Northern Territory Tianjiao were at a loss.

Who do you dislike?

Who provokes him again?

Only Murong Wushuang looked complicated and sighed in his heart.

Murong Wushuang knew what hardships Dugujian had gone through, and he also understood the pride in this man's heart.

Su Zimo's current experience must have resonated with this man.

He too was abandoned by this world.

Despised by countless people, besieged by countless people, bullied by countless people, and insulted by countless people!

At that time, no one helped him, no one stood by his side.

This man, completely relying on the sword in his hand, took one step, one step, to this day!

He is withdrawn, not because he hates the world.

But because, this world, once abandoned him.

Always by his side, never abandoned him, only the black sheathed long sword in his hand!

Therefore, if he is not used to it, he will take action.

Not to mention that it is the enemy of the entire Northern Territory Tianjiao, even if it is the enemy of the world, he has nothing to fear!

Su Zimo didn't move.

This opportunity is rare, he must recover his strength as much as possible and escape from this place.

Xi Wuya died, and in the rubble, there was no one who could threaten him.

But Su Zimo can still feel that the crisis is getting closer!

Immediately!

The masked man in Liuli Palace seemed to see Su Zimo's intention and walked over slowly.

"The Lonely people are already so arrogant."

The masked man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been severely injured, like a ruptured bellows.

"Go away, or die!"

The masked man's eyes were cold and full of resentment, staring at the Lonely Sword and said slowly.

Dugu Sword was expressionless, didn't say a word, just looked sideways slightly, his right hand moved slowly, and landed on the dark hilt on his left.

"Um?"

The masked man's eyes narrowed slightly, and in an instant, his hairs stood up!

hum!

The sword light flashed!

Lonely Sword did not speak, but only responded with the long sword in his hand!