Chapter 769 Killing Comes

Wu Guang paused, revealing the figure of Rakshasa.

puff!

Rakshasa spewed out a large mouthful of blood, his face was pale, the tiger's mouth was torn apart, and the blood was dripping.

"Escape first!"

"This man is too powerful to be matched!"

"Have to deal with it and find another opportunity!"

Rakshasa's reaction was very fast, and these thoughts flashed in his mind instantly.

call!

Rakshasa's fleshy wings were agitated, the wind whistled, and a huge force burst forth, wanting to take off into the sky and escape.

Normally, if the two sides fight hard, there will be a pause in their strength.

But Su Zimo's body came out with the sound of waves, and he was originally exhausted, but suddenly felt a power of regeneration, as if the tide was surging!

This is tidal power!

Su Zimo's expression was icy cold, and his movements did not stop.

With the power of the tidal force, he bullied his body up, the blade turned, and the blade trembled slightly, as if there were blood-colored ripples in the void!

Blood-colored ripples rubbed lightly on Rakshasa's throat.

These two knives, which are just one soft and one soft, don't seem to be stagnant at all, like flowing water.

Rakshasa's tall body did not break free from Su Zimo's blade range at all!

puff!

A huge column of blood spewed out!

A terrifying head was thrown up high, strewn with scarlet blood, and Rakshasa's headless corpse fell to the ground weakly, twitching unconsciously.

The battlefield suddenly fell silent.

No one expected that the fight between the Rakshasa clan and Su Zimo would be the result.

No one thought that this Rakshasa was actually beheaded by Su Zimo with two swords!

In the eyes of others, this process is short and simple.

But no one knew that Su Zimo had used at least three trump cards to kill the Rakshasa in front of him!

He died not wrongly.

The Rakshasa commander stared at Su Zimo, and said slowly: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily! I will torture you a little bit, and make you feel the pain!"

The Rakshasa commander's smile was even more gloomy, he waved his hand, and said, "Tie him up, and kill the rest of them, not a single one!"

"As ordered!"

Many rakshasas behind him agreed in unison.

"During the war, I may not be able to take care of you, everyone be careful!"

Su Zi turned his eyes slightly and told the little fat man and the others.

This battle is unprecedentedly dangerous!

Even Su Zimo didn't have a clue in his heart.

Not to mention the Rakshasa leaders and God Race leaders who can kill Yuan Ying Zhenjun, even if more than a hundred Rakshasa attacked at the same time, it would be very difficult to deal with!

Ye Ling's expression changed, and his eyes flickered.

After a while, Ye Ling seemed to have made a decision.

"Brother, I will take action in a while and fight side by side with you!"

Eidolon did not speak.

But his voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

You must know that Ye Ling is only a spirit beast in the Golden Core Realm, and he actually knows the secret technique of sound transmission that can only be released by the Yuan Ying True Monarch!

Su Zimo took a deep look at Ye Ling.

He was almost certain that Ye Ling had a secret on his body.

Moreover, this secret can not be seen!

Ye Ling had been fighting against the Rakshasa before, even with one against four and one against five.

But at this time, the words "fight side by side" came out of Ye Ling's mouth, which seemed to have an unusual meaning.

"kill!"

Many rakshasas flickered, and dozens of black lights scattered in the void, rushing towards Su Zimo from all directions, arriving in an instant.

Such an offensive, even if it is Yuanying Zhenjun, may not be able to retreat!

And Su Zimo looked as usual, swinging the blood quenching knife, and unfolding the sword techniques in the Dinghai Scroll and the Shura knife one by one.

The force of the knife is continuous, airtight, and it is difficult for water to enter!

The Rakshasa are very smart and have a strong fighting talent.

Realizing that Su Zimo's power is strong, naturally he won't fight against him, but just keeps circling in circles.

On the battlefield, Su Zimo's figure almost disappeared, and all around his body was shrouded in blood, forming a huge blood-colored mask!

In the sky, there were black lights circling and dancing, constantly sprinting, trying to break through the defense of the blood-colored mask, but failed repeatedly.

"It's not good for Su Zimo if it goes on like this."

"Yeah, Su Zimo uses a lot of physical strength and mental energy to use this sword technique, and he doesn't dare to relax, while the Rakshasa clan just dances in the air, waiting for work, almost invincible!"

The three of Zhenjun Yujun had worried expressions on their faces, and their hearts were anxious.

If Su Zimo can't break the game, I'm afraid he will be exhausted!

On the other side, there are more than 30 Rakshasa rushing towards Little Fatty and the others.

The crowd looked solemn.

Su Zimo can block dozens of Rakshasa attacks, but each of them can withstand one or two Rakshasa, which is already the limit.

What's more, in the fight just now, Linghu was seriously injured.

The monkey released the bloody eyes, the violent state has disappeared, the strength has declined, the chest injury is extremely serious, and it is almost powerless to fight.

There are very few people who can really resist Rakshasa.

Their situation is no better than Su Zimo!

Little Fatty, Lin Xuanji, and Ji Yaojing stood up and stood in front of everyone, their eyes firm, and they looked at death as if they were at home!

Monkeys, spirit tigers and other monsters also struggled to stand up without fear.

Looking at the figures in front of them, more than 50,000 cultivators had complex expressions, and in the depths of their eyes, there was more or less a hint of shame.

They are so-called 'Tianjiao', but now they are frightened by the alien race, and even rely on these monsters in front of them to protect them!

For the first time, everyone felt that they were ashamed of the word 'Tianjiao'.

More than 30 Rakshasa swooped down, with an irresistible coercive force, it seemed that they could tear everything in front of them to pieces!

Under this pressure, the three little fat men saw sweat on their foreheads, their spirits were extremely tense, and their arms were shaking slightly.

The golden core vision of the three people has collapsed.

Although Heavenly Demon Dance is Fairy Linglong's secret technique, it can't stop so many Rakshasa's killing!

Although Lin Xuanji had many means, at this moment he felt a burst of despair and was powerless.

suddenly!

Just when the three of them were about to give up, a ghostly figure rushed out from behind the three of them, and bumped into more than 30 rakshasas, speeding unabated!

"what!"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

who?

Who is this, don't die?

Could it be that he wanted to use his body to delay the killing of the Rakshasa clan?

This is ridiculous!

Just as many monks were thinking about it, this figure had collided with more than 30 Rakshasa!

puff!

Almost at the moment of the collision, the blood mist filled the air!

The figure disappeared completely, as if it had been smashed into flesh.

But the next moment, the group of repairers was in an uproar!

In mid-air, a corpse fell down!

This is Rakshasa's corpse!

There are five more finger holes on the head of this corpse, and the smelly brain is still flowing on it.

This Rakshasa has died of anger!

"This……"

Many monks were stunned, their minds were in chaos, and they still didn't understand what was going on.

In mid-air, the figure that had disappeared reappeared, like a ghost, passing by a Rakshasa, reaching out his palm to grab it, and the speed was astonishingly fast!

Click!

This Rakshasa's throat was shattered by this palm, his vitality was cut off, and he fell on the spot!

"It's Night Spirit!"

Qingqing exclaimed in surprise.

Under the night, the killing comes!