Chapter 950 Fatal Siege!

Minghan's words did not arouse the suspicion of many people.

The group of cultivators just thought that he had suffered a series of blows, couldn't bear it anymore, had a mental breakdown, and started talking nonsense.

More than a dozen Nascent Soul Realm geniuses have not retreated yet. They are each controlling their magical weapons, condensing their magical skills, and are preparing to launch another offensive against Su Zimo!

Swish, swish, swish!

More than a dozen Nascent Soul Realm geniuses came together, ready to take advantage of the situation and rob it!

"Woolen cloth!"

Su Zimo pinches the magic with his hands and spits out Sanskrit sounds!

Boom!

The sky was filled with golden light.

A huge golden palm broke through the sky, covered the sky and the sun, and descended suddenly!

The palm prints on this golden palm are clearly visible, emitting thousands of feet of golden light, suppressing the dozens of Nascent Soul geniuses in mid-air, with a magnificent momentum!

"kill!"

Many Nascent Soul Realm geniuses took action one after another, turning their magical weapons and stabbing them towards the golden palms.

Dang Dang Dang!

Many magic weapons are pierced on the palm, and sparks are shooting out, unable to shake this sacred and majestic palm!

Many spells were cast on it without causing any ripples.

The Immortal Prison Seal of the Great Ming Dynasty!

After Su Zimo stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm, the Great Ming Seal was activated by his Yuan Shen, and combined with the Great Ming Mantra and the Ming King Rosary, his power has been exerted to the limit!

Boom!

The golden palm continues to suppress it!

"Flash!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, many monks wanted to break free from the golden palm, but the five fingers of the golden palm had begun to bend and shrink, as if forming a prison cage!

Immortal Imprisonment Seal can even imprison a real immortal!

No matter how many monks fled, they could not escape from the cage formed by the five golden fingers!

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable.

It's obvious that if you take one step forward, you can escape.

But no matter how everyone ran away, it was difficult to escape!

I can only watch helplessly as the five fingers continue to close together, holding dozens of Nascent Soul Realm geniuses together, and continue to exert force!

Dozens of geniuses crowded together and were grasped by a huge golden hand, which kept tightening!

Looking at this scene, the cultivators were shocked!

"ah!"

Finally, one of the geniuses couldn't bear it any longer, looked horrified, and burst into hysterical screams.

puff! puff! puff!

Under this huge pressure, clouds of blood mist erupted from the bodies of many monks, and the bones in their bodies were crushed!

Figures fell to the ground one after another. Although they did not fall, their physical bodies were severely damaged and may not be able to recover in the future.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Nascent Soul Realm geniuses were all defeated!

The audience was shocked!

The Nascent Soul Lord, who was still a little bit ready to move, stopped, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty, hesitant and did not dare to step forward.

Strong!

Cruel!

Kill decisively!

Looking at the cyan figure in the center of the battlefield, these are the only thoughts left in the minds of many monks.

The fate of each of the Nascent Soul Lords who had just gone up was extremely miserable.

Broken arms and legs are considered minor injuries.

The physical bodies of some monks have been completely destroyed!

Such a strong method frightened Nascent Soul Lord Nascent Soul, who originally wanted to add insult to injury and take advantage of the situation, to the spot, and he did not dare to act rashly!

"Isn't this person a sword cultivator? How can he know Buddhist magic?"

"What kind of magic is this? It doesn't seem to belong to the Six Buddhist Temples. Why is it so terrifying!"

"Does this person really want to single-handedly overthrow all the geniuses?"

The initial arrogance of the cultivators has been completely suppressed by Su Zimo's thunderous methods!

Ye Tiancheng sat on the throne with a calm expression.

"Ah……"

Zhenjun Pang Lan smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.

The methods Su Zimo has shown now are indeed very powerful and amazing, but they cannot threaten him yet.

And, they all know one thing.

In their eyes, the dozens of Nascent Soul Realm geniuses that Su Zimo defeated were nothing at all, they could be suppressed casually!

Because, the true genius has pride in his heart.

In the eyes of everyone, the true genius doesn't even bother to join forces with others!

What's more, monsters like him and Ye Tiancheng are famous.

If he joins forces with others, even if he defeats Su Zimo, he will still be victorious.

They can't afford to lose this person!

At this time, the group of cultivators were frightened by Su Zimo's fierce methods and did not dare to step forward.

Jian Wuxing sneered and finally stood up!

Seeing this scene, Zhenjun Pang Lan smiled slightly and said, "Want to challenge us? The test has just begun."

"Jian Wuhen, don't go!"

Hang Qiuyu frowned and sent a message to remind him.

"snort!"

Jian Wuxing snorted and asked: "Why, senior brother wants to take back the Jinghong Magic Sword for me?"

"It's not urgent."

Hang Qiuyu said in a deep voice: "The origin of this person..."

"hehe."

Before Hang Qiuyu finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sneer from Jian Wujiang, "Senior brother, I think you want to stand by and watch my jokes!"

"I will take back the sword I lost with my own hands. You don't have to worry about it!"

Jian Wuxing said coldly, holding the long sword in his hand, and walked towards Su Zimo without looking back.

"You are ready to take action and kill this person at all costs!" Ye Tiancheng said secretly with an expressionless face.

The eight maids standing beside him nodded.

"The third one on the list of visions, Jian Wuxiang, is here to avenge his past humiliation."

"The last time Jian Wuxing didn't have a sword in his hand, he didn't show his true strength. Only in this contest can we see how good the two are!"

Amidst the discussion among the group of cultivators, Jian Wujing walked towards Su Zimo step by step, holding the long sword casually in his hand, the tip of the sword scratched the ground, and sparks flashed out.

Jian Wujing looked lazy, with flaws all over his body, but no one dared to look down upon him.

Because no one knows when Jian Wujing will draw his sword!

When he draws his sword, it will definitely be shocking!

The distance between the two kept getting closer.

A moment of silence and a moment of movement.

The air seemed to be solid and suffocating!

suddenly!

A stunning sword light emerged and pierced Su Zimo's throat, arriving in an instant!

Like lightning piercing the night sky!

too fast!

This was the only thought left in everyone's minds.

Many geniuses subconsciously thought that if they were to change places and face this sword, they would not be able to react at all!

Even Lanyue Daojun's eyes lit up.

Worthy of being third on the list of visions!

With just this sword, I am afraid that no more than ten of the Nascent Soul Lord present could withstand it, maybe even less!

At the same time, eight figures moved around Ye Tiancheng.

Ye Yi plays the flute.

The mournful flute sounded, sad and plaintive, making people uneasy.

Ye Si scatters flowers!

The petals are falling, and the murderous intention is fierce!

Ye Wu shakes the fan.

The wind is howling and the sand and rocks are flying!

The figures of Ye Er, Ye San, Ye Liu, Ye Ba and Ye Jiu flashed. They each took out their magical weapons, including daggers, silver needles, and scimitars, and rushed forward!

The timing of the eight maids' actions was perfect!

All of Su Zimo's escape routes were completely blocked!

There is no way back!

At this time, Jian Wuxing had just taken action. Facing this sword, everyone had to concentrate on it, as if they were facing an abyss, with no other energy at all!

The actions of the eight maids were equivalent to pushing Su Zimo directly into the abyss!

Zhenjun Pang Lan put away his smile.

If he had only faced Jian Wuxing's sword, he would still be able to follow through.

But if faced with this siege, even he might not be able to escape unscathed!