Chapter 781 The Dust Settles
Zheng!
The golden giant sword in the hands of the leader of the God Race burst out with blazing rays of light.
Su Zimo's eyes were indifferent, he didn't dodge, he stretched out his strong and powerful arms, and with his sharp dragon claws, he grabbed the golden giant sword!
when!
The claws collided and the sound was harsh.
Above the blade, a series of sparks appeared!
Although the edge of the golden giant sword is strong, it can't stop this ferocious claws!
The dragon claw is almost the hardest part of the dragon's body!
The sword bounced high.
The God Race leader's expression changed greatly!
Just by fighting each other, he could already feel that now his power is no match for Su Zimo after the dragon transformation!
You must know that Su Zimo transforms into a dragon. In his body, there is not only the blood of the dragon family, but also the powerful blood that was born from cultivating the Secret Book of the Demon King of the Great Wilderness!
Not only that, but this time transforming into a dragon, there is also the impetus of the Human Sovereign's secret technique.
In other words, under the wrong circumstances, Su Zimo integrated many powerful means and terrifying forces, and the power of the dragon transformation can be imagined!
boom!
Su Zimo's momentum was great, he bullied himself up, took a step forward, and stomped heavily in front of the leader of the Protoss.
Shake the earth!
"hold head high!"
The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and it lasted for a long time!
Su Zimo stretched out his arms, his five fingers spread out, and the huge and ferocious dragon claws grabbed the head of the leader of the Protoss as if covering the sky!
The Protoss commander gritted his teeth and drew back his sword to resist.
when!
Another tough fight!
The blood on the golden giant sword obviously shook a lot, and the blood collapsed!
The face of the God Race leader became even paler.
The Protoss bloodline is terrifying and the flesh is strong. Among the nine fierce races, they are especially good at melee combat.
But under Su Zimo's hands, the leader of the Protoss felt unprecedented pressure!
The two sides fought faster and faster, and I saw two silhouettes constantly staggering in mid-air, tossing and turning, almost turning into afterimages, which could no longer be seen.
In the ears of many cultivators, only a shocking collision sound was heard, which kept ringing.
Even though Su Zimo's right arm was broken and the injury was not healed, after transforming into a dragon, in terms of strength and speed, he has already formed a crushing trend against the leader of the Protoss!
What's more, he practiced the Secret Tome of the Great Wilderness Demon King, and he was almost invincible in melee combat!
Once he has the upper hand, the opponent has almost no chance of reversing!
Just ten breaths.
The two have played against each other, and there have been more than 100 moves!
These more than 100 tricks are dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will be dead on the spot!
boom!
Another bang!
The two figures separated at a touch and stood still.
Many monks held their breaths.
Both of them were motionless, and it was impossible to see who was winning and who was losing.
Finally, the leader of the Protoss let out a long sigh, and the golden light on the golden giant sword in his hand quickly dimmed, and immediately turned into a mass of golden blood, which was sprinkled on the ground.
The chest of the leader of the Protoss gradually oozes out a mass of blood, more and more, it can't stop!
His eyes gradually faded.
This is a sign of life being cut off!
On the other side, after Ye Ling killed the Rakshasa leader, the remaining Rakshasa were less than ten people, and they fled in all directions.
Seeing that Su Zimo was safe, Ye Ling calmed down and glanced at him, his figure flashed, and he chased and killed the fleeing Rakshasa!
Su Zimo faintly guessed that Ye Ling's move might be because he was worried about revealing his own secrets!
"Unfortunately, it's still a little bit worse."
The God Race leader stared at Su Zimo and said slowly, "If you can be killed, it will be a different situation at this time."
"However, nothing."
The God Race commander laughed miserably and said, "I said, the era of your human race has passed! Today's battle can prove this even more."
"Oh? In today's battle, your Protoss and Rakshasa are all wiped out!"
Su Zimo sneered.
"So what? Your human race is too comfortable, and has long lost the fighting spirit of the year."
The leader of the God Race pointed to the many monks in front, shook his head and smiled: "Look at you so-called human race geniuses, lifeless, facing the people of my God Race, you don't even have the courage to resist, what do you use to rule the sky!"
"Su Zimo, although you won today, you are only one person! You alone cannot save the entire human race!"
"What's more, looking at you now, all the cultivators will only think that you are a demon and an alien. You don't need the gods to avenge me, and the comprehension world of your human race can't hold you!"
Su Zimo was silent.
Some things, the Protoss commander is right.
Even today, he killed the Protoss in Vientiane City and rescued the monks behind him, but the outside world of cultivation might not be able to accommodate him.
"You humans, like fighting infighting the most, hahahaha!"
The Protoss leader laughed nervously, and blood began to drip from the corners of his mouth.
The bloodline of the God Race is terrifying, and its vitality is extremely strong.
At this time, his internal organs have been shattered, and his chest was pierced by Su Zimo's dragon claws, but he has not fallen, and there is still a ray of vitality!
"You're wrong, I'm not alone."
Su Zimo looked at the leader of the Protoss calmly, and said, "There are so many people in the human race, how many people like me have you seen?"
At the beginning, the Blood Crow Palace united with the four major sects of the Great Zhou Dynasty, condensed many loose cultivators, and many strong men, aggressively attacked the Misty Peak, and the situation was critical.
Not even the Great Zhou Dynasty dared to stand up to him.
But someone dares!
Shura Yan Beichen!
Coming to the Misty Peak, the Shura Sword severely damaged the Palace Master of the Blood Crow Palace!
No matter what clan you are or what your origins are, if you provoke me, I will behead you!
Su Zimo believed that if Yan Beichen was here, he would also take action and not retreat!
At the beginning, he devoured dragon eggs in the Valley of Dragon Skeletons, causing a catastrophe, leading out a real dragon and chasing it to the King City of Great Zhou, almost causing a catastrophe.
A mysterious old man made a move and repulsed the real dragon alone, how powerful this is!
Not to mention these people, even in this Vientiane City, in addition to him, Lin Xuanji, Little Fatty, Ji Yaojing, Ji Chengtian and others all stood up and fought to the death to protect the last dignity of the human race!
"There is still a long way to go."
Su Zimo looked at the little fat man and the others, and said lightly: "Now, they may not be able to compare with your nine clans, but one day, they will be able to compete with the nine clans!
The human race is inherently weak, but its potential is endless. Even the existence of the emperor of all ages has been born. It is feared in ancient and modern times. The nine fierce races can only avoid their edge and live in a corner!
The light in the eyes of the God Race leader has gradually dimmed.
Not long after, with a thud, the body of the God Race leader fell down, and he couldn't breathe anymore.
It's all over, the dust settles.
The hearts of many monks hanging high finally fell.
Everyone has a sense of the afterlife.
Not to mention joy.
Looking at Su Zimo, who was covered in blood, and looking at the bones of the city, every cultivator's mood was a little complicated.
Before that, many cultivators among them were shouting and killing Su Zimo, wanting to get rid of them and then quickly attacking Little Fatty, Xiao Ning and others.
But now, their lives were saved by Su Zimo.
Thinking of this, many monks looked ashamed, and even felt a little guilty.