Chapter 645 Punishment

Zhu Yue shook his head, as if he wanted to expel this feeling from his mind.

He looked at Su Zimo again.

The minions and sharp edges that he felt just now disappeared, and the man on the opposite side was just sitting quietly on the back of the golden lion, still looking like that weak scholar.

It seemed that a gust of wind could knock it down.

"Is the identity of the sword formation master your trump card and reliance?"

Zhu Yue raised his head slightly, his eyes were hideous, and he said slowly: "I tell you, in this ancient battlefield, only the cultivators who have cultivated the vision of Jindan can protect themselves! Only those who are on the vision list are considered arrogant. !"

Before he finished speaking, the golden core in Zhu Yue's body had begun to run wildly.

The spiritual power in Zhu Yue's body is majestic and majestic, the momentum is monstrous, and the cultivation realm has obviously reached the Golden Core Realm Great Perfection!

"Your sword formation and spiritual skills are completely vulnerable in the face of the power of vision!"

The killing intent in Zhu Yue's eyes almost condensed into substance, and he said word by word, "If you don't let me, I will kill you first!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden violent vibration on the ground.

Su Zimo jumped off the back of the golden lion and stomped heavily on the ground. His whole body was like an arrow, shooting towards Zhu Yue Jin!

Where he left, a deep footprint appeared, and cracks spread all around!

too fast!

Everyone only felt that Su Zimo had disappeared in place.

hiss!

Wish the more horrified.

In the void in front, there was a palpitating wave, and a terrifying breath rushed towards him, almost suffocating him!

hum!

The stars on Zhu Yue's robe are bright, bursting with rays of light.

But this light has no effect on the visitor at all!

"South Star..."

I wish you a bigger roar.

The sound stopped abruptly.

Su Zimo has come to the front, and he will be there in an instant. He sticks out his arms, spreads his fingers, grabs his throat, and picks him up from the spot!

Not to mention the sound, Zhu Yue couldn't even breathe.

Zhu Yue's golden core vision died prematurely before it was released!

Su Zimo's eyes were cold, pinching Zhu Yue's throat and shaking it from side to side.

There was a strange sound in Zhu Yue's body, creaking and crackling.

Zhu Yue looked painful, and felt that all the bones in his body were about to fall apart, his blood and spiritual power were all scattered, and he no longer had the slightest strength.

The flying sword that was just taken out from the storage bag in his hand fell to the ground, unable to hold it.

The whole process, but in an instant.

Everyone was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded.

In the hearts of everyone, although Su Zimo's sword formations and spiritual techniques are powerful, as Zhu Yue said, sword formations and spiritual techniques are ultimately no match for the vision of Jindan!

No one expected that the fight between the two would end like this.

No one expected that Zhu Yue would lose so quickly and miserably!

Zhu Yue's tall body, in Su Zimo's palm, is like a little chicken, his legs are kicking in the air, struggling weakly.

Even the golden lion was startled.

In its heart, Zhu Yue's defeat is inevitable.

But it didn't expect that Zhu Yue was restrained without even letting out a fart!

What terrified him even more was the explosion of Su Zimo just now!

The distance between the two is a full ten feet!

Even if it burst into blood and smashed with all its strength, it would never reach such a speed!

Su Zimo's strength has risen to a new level in the heart of the Golden Lion.

"You're right, the vision of Jindan can be regarded as the ultimate spiritual technique, and it is indeed the strongest means of Jindan real person."

Su Zimo looked at Zhu Yue's blushing face, and smiled slightly: "However, the premise is that you can release it."

"Ho ho..."

Zhu Yue was speechless at all, he tried his best, but only made a strange noise.

"Let go, Brother Zhu!"

"Fellow Daoist Su, let go quickly, or don't blame us for being rude!"

The Nandou faction people sacrificed their spiritual tools one after another and shouted loudly.

"Um?"

Su Zimo grabbed Zhu Yue's throat, turned slightly, his eyes were like knives, and slashed across the faces of the Nandou faction, and asked faintly, "You want to do something to me?"

Everyone trembled in their hearts, and they didn't dare to look at him at all!

Some people were even more unbearable. Su Zimo glanced at them, only to feel cold all over their bodies, and subconsciously took a half step back, their bodies trembling slightly.

"do not!"

Tang Shiyun was shocked.

She was all too familiar with Su Zimo's gaze.

In the battle just now, when Su Zimo looked at those ancient relics, it was this look!

This is the look in his eyes that he wants to kill!

Tang Shiyun came to the Nandou faction and said solemnly: "You all put away your weapons! Have you forgotten that if it wasn't for fellow Daoist Su, we are dead now!"

"Just out of danger, your swordsmen are going to point at your savior?"

The Nandou faction looked at each other, looked ashamed, did not dare to answer, and hurriedly took the spiritual tool back.

Seeing this scene, the killing between Su Zimo's eyebrows subsided a little.

Just now, he really did kill!

The Nandou faction has completely forgotten that all their lives were saved by him!

I can save you, and of course I can kill you!

Tang Shiyun hurriedly ran to Su Zimo and said, "Fellow Daoist Su, they are also anxious and impulsive, don't take it to heart."

Su Zimo didn't say a word, noncommittal.

But Tang Shiyun could clearly see that the terrifying look in Su Zimo's eyes had gradually receded until it disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Su, I beg you to let my brother die."

Tang Shiyun said: "Although Brother Zhu is wrong, he is after all because his close relatives have fallen and his emotions are out of control, so he wants to shoot at you."

In fact, this is also the reason why Su Zimo did not immediately kill Zhu Yue.

He himself had just experienced the grief of the loss of a loved one, and he could naturally understand this feeling.

Otherwise, just because Zhu Yue had murderous intent on him, he would have crushed Zhu Yue's throat long ago, how could he have left his life until now.

Zhu Yue's complexion had begun to turn purple, his eyes were bulging, and his tongue was sticking out.

His consciousness was a little blurry.

"Fellow Daoist Su, thank you for saving the lives of everyone in my Nandou faction, and I beg you to spare Senior Brother Zhu's life. Although he is wrong, it will not kill him."

While talking, Tang Shiyun was about to kneel down and say: "I, Tang Shiyun, hereby promise that if anything happens in the ancient battlefield in the future, my Nandou faction will do my best to help fellow Daoist Su!"

Tang Shiyun's expression is sincere, and Su Zimo can naturally feel it.

What's more, he didn't intend to kill Zhu Yue, he just wanted to punish Zhu Yue.

"It doesn't have to be."

Su Zimo waved his robe sleeves and did not let Tang Shiyun bow down.

At the same time, he released his palm.

Zhu Yue was paralyzed on the ground weakly, breathing greedily with a big mouth, and a 'hissing' sound came from the depths of his throat, as if he wanted to suck all the air in the world.

Tang Shiyun was overjoyed.

The Nandou faction also let out a sigh of relief and rushed up.

Someone went to look after Zhu Yue, and someone bowed deeply to Su Zimo and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist Su."