Chapter 639 The Sword Formation Turns Into The Sky

Being stared at by thousands of ancient relics, Tiansha Wolf's legs were already trembling.

At this time, it can only bite the bullet and go inside.

"Another vile ant!"

The golden lion didn't feel the slightest threat on Su Zimo's body, so he couldn't help sneering.

The dozen or so cultivators who were trapped looked at Su Zimo with anticipation, but found that there was no spiritual power fluctuation in the body of the shaved cultivator, and they couldn't help being disappointed.

Su Zimo wears the rosary beads of King Ming on his body, and has been dormant at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley for 20 years. He recites scriptures and worships the Buddha every day. Now his temperament is detached, and ordinary people can't really see his truth.

"I want to subdue these human races as slaves, because their strength is not bad, you are not a dead ant, you are not qualified to be a mount for me!"

The golden lion's eyes were cold and condescending. He looked down at Su Zimo and said lightly, "Kill him!"

"Ow!"

The two monster beasts closest to the entrance of the valley turned around abruptly, with fierce light in their eyes, the inner alchemy revolved, the monster energy rose, and they rushed towards Su Zimo!

Su Zimo looked calm, and slapped the storage bag with his palm.

Swish swish!

In the air, two flying swords appeared directly.

The body of the sword trembled, the contention continued, and the aura flourished!

Four spirit patterns, the best spirit weapon!

As soon as they were shot, they were two top-quality spiritual tools. If they were placed in the cultivation world, they would be considered quite remarkable.

But this is the ancient battlefield.

Those who are qualified to come in, and those who have the ability to come in, are all geniuses from the major sects, and there are one or two top-quality spiritual tools in the storage bag, which are normal.

The dozen or so cultivators looked at each other, shook their heads, and sighed inwardly.

"He's also a dead man."

"If you want to rely on these two top-quality flying swords to fight against this vast monster, it's tantamount to a mighty cockroach shaking a tree."

"Looking at how young this person is, it is estimated that he became famous at a young age, a newborn calf, and he has not suffered any setbacks, alas."

When the two ancient relics saw Su Zimo's flying sword, their expressions remained unchanged, and they ran faster.

But the next moment, the expressions of the two ancient relics changed!

Whoosh!

The two flying swords disappeared before everyone's eyes, and only a sound of breaking through the air came out!

The two ancient relics panicked in their hearts.

Although they are ancient relics with rough skin and thick flesh, the sharpness of the best flying swords is still enough to hurt their lives!

puff! puff!

Before the two ancient relics could dodge, a column of blood spurted out of their heads.

The two flying swords directly penetrated their heads!

The sword body was bloodless and sharp-edged. It circled in the air and returned to Su Zimo's body.

too fast!

And there are no traces!

It was like two flying swords suddenly appeared from the void, beheading the two ancient relics!

"Um?"

The blue-robed man at the head snorted, his eyes brightened, and he whispered: "What a strong sword-fighting technique!"

In the crowd, the female cultivator who had been kneeling on the ground and had a mental breakdown also stopped crying, blinking her big watery eyes, watching this scene in surprise.

Su Zimo has been practicing so far, and he has learned a lot.

But all of them are top-notch exercises, not secret techniques!

Fang Cai's sword-fighting technique was regarded as the most basic of his many methods.

"Mischievous Swordsmanship" has three realms: afterimage, nothingness, and illusoryness.

Today's Su Zimo has cultivated to the realm of elusiveness!

The flying sword is extremely fast, erratic, and hard to find.

Unless you are a monk with strong senses, it is difficult to resist the phantom swordsmanship of the third realm!

In the face of these ancient relics, Su Zimo has too many means to deal with.

The most simple and rude is to rely on the terrifying bloodline flesh to break in directly and rampage, the ancient relics can't stop him at all!

But at this time, Su Zimo did not do so.

Feeling the contempt and ridicule of the golden lion, he chose to use the means of cultivators today to kill these ancient relics and suppress this golden lion!

The two ancient relics died, and before the golden lion gave the order, more than a dozen ancient relics rushed up.

"broken."

The blue-robed man shook his head and said, "Although this person's sword control skills are brilliant, his fists are invincible..."

Before the man's voice fell, he held back.

I saw Su Zimo's palm patted on the storage bag, and twenty-five flying swords actually appeared in the void.

Counting the previous two flying swords, this is twenty-seven flying swords!

What is even more frightening is that these twenty-seven flying swords are all top-quality spiritual weapons!

If it is said that in this ancient battlefield, it is not a big deal for a Jindan real person to have two top-quality spiritual tools, then it is a bit scary to have more than 20 top-quality spiritual weapons!

"So many flying swords?"

The dozen or so monks were stunned.

Where have they seen it, someone took out so many flying swords in one breath.

Twenty-seven flying swords were suspended in front of Su Zimo, orderly, bright and dazzling, galloping towards the dozen or so ancient relics that rushed over!

Whoosh!

The twenty-seven flying swords disappeared again.

in the blink of an eye.

The twenty-seven flying swords resurfaced.

At the same time, more than a dozen ancient relics that rushed over fell one after another, and there were blood holes on their heads, and the blood flowed like a stream, and they were already dead!

"This……"

A group of men in blue robes had a startled look on their faces.

It is quite difficult to be able to control the twenty-seven flying swords to such a meticulous level!

The most terrifying thing is that, from the beginning to the end, there was no wavering in the eyes of this blue-shirted cultivator!

It seems that the situation in front of him has long been expected by him!

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

Among the monsters, a commotion broke out.

The dozen or so ancient relics that have fallen are nothing to this huge group of monsters, but they also smelled a hint of danger on the body of this blue-robed cultivator.

"You are a bit interesting, and you are qualified to be my mount!"

The golden lion spit out words, but still nodded with great confidence.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Su Zimo raised his head and laughed loudly. Twenty-seven flying swords were flying and circling in front of him, and he said loudly, "Yellow-haired lion, today I want to see who is conquering who!"

"Senior Brother Zhu, this person's means are not weak, and we seem to be hopeful of being saved." The glamorous female nun next to her whispered with glittering eyes.

"Hard to say."

The blue-robed man shook his head and said, "It seems that this person controls twenty-seven flying swords, which is already the limit. Don't forget, there are thousands of monsters around us, and this person can't stop them!"

The glamorous female nun frowned and asked, "What should I do then?"

"Let's take the time to adjust our breath, try our best to restore our combat power, and listen to my orders later!" said the blue-robed man in a deep voice.

The crowd nodded.

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of monsters rushed up.

And this time, the hundreds of monsters learned to be smart, divided into three different directions, and rushed towards Su Zimo.

In Su Zimo's eyes, there was a sneering glance, and he stretched out his finger and gently moved forward.

"disease!"

Twenty-seven flying swords were directly separated from twenty-four.

A group of six flying swords, the sword body galloped in mid-air, leaving a line of sword marks.

The blue-robed man's expression changed, and he exclaimed, "Sword formation, it's sword formation!"

"Ah, he's a sword formation master!"

The sword array of four six-pointed stars is horizontal in the air, flashing with dazzling light, arguing and trembling, and the sword energy is like frost, blocking hundreds of monsters in front of him!

Puff puff!

Blood mist spurts!

The stumps of many monsters flew around, dyeing the void red.