The year of surviving in the Blue Wolf Mountain Range gave Su Zimo a deeper understanding of battle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many factors that affect a fight, strength is the foundation, but it is not the only one.

The weather, mentality, environment, preparation, all kinds of details will change the situation and even affect the final outcome of the victory.

Su Zimo made a move this time, taking advantage of the advance preparation and the weather.

One side is defenseless, while the other side waits for a long time.

In addition, the heavy snow was falling, obscuring the line of sight, and the visibility was very low, and when the cultivators of the Joy Sect reacted, all five sharp arrows had already been shot in front of them!

When!when!when!

Of the five arrows, two of them hit the light shield on the two Joy Sect elders, and the light shield trembled violently, but it bounced the sharp arrows away.

The other two were blocked by the flying swords sacrificed by the two elders of the Joy Sect.

But the arrow that hit Elder Gao had caused devastating damage to many monks of the Huanxi Sect!

Caught off guard, the high elder in the early stage of foundation building was shot and killed by an arrow.

And the power of this arrow, almost without attenuation, continued to pass backwards.

The spirit boat is not big, more than 100 qi practitioners are divided into five columns, standing behind the five elders, and behind the high elders, there are twenty qi practitioners!

Even the foundation building monk didn't react, so how could he talk about the qi practitioner behind?

The twenty qi practitioners didn't even see this sharp arrow, they felt a pain in their chests, the vitality in their bodies passed quickly, their eyes dimmed, and they fell from the spirit boat.

The power of this arrow is too strong!

Piercing through the flesh and blood of the twenty-one cultivators, there was still strength left, and it shot at a towering ancient tree, and the tail of the arrow trembled violently.

A full twenty-one cultivators, including one foundation building monk, were shot by Su Zimo with an arrow!

"That's him!"

"It's Su Zimo!"

Several qi practitioners on the spirit boat recognized Su Zimo and shouted.

"Withdraw the spirit boat, let me besiege and kill this person!"

Elder Qian was furious in his heart and shouted loudly.

Although this arrow did not hurt the four foundation building monks, it made the four of them feel terrified.

As long as they were a little slower, they would be a dead corpse by now!

Whew!Whew!

Many qi practitioners on the spirit boat rose into the air, sacrificed spiritual weapons, and shot at Su Zimo at the same time.

Suddenly, the spiritual light flashed in mid-air, dazzling, and the sword qi was like frost, passing through the wind and snow, overwhelming.

Of course, Su Zimo didn't think that he had the strength to compete with a sect, and it was already a fluke that Fang Cai's arrow could shoot the foundation building monk.

After shooting the five arrows, Su Zimo did not hesitate and immediately fled into the distance.

"Hurry!"

The two elders of the Joy Sect shot out at the same time, and a spiritual light flashed on the flying sword, stabbing straight at the back of Su Zimo's head, and it came suddenly, extremely fast!

Before the sword arrived, Su Zimo felt his scalp explode, and a piercing chill invaded his body.

"You can't fight hard!"

Su Zimo realized that even if he burst out with all his strength to block the flying sword of the Zhuji Monk, he would probably be seriously injured.

Elder Chen took out a long banner from the storage bag and unfurled it in the wind, on which a naked woman was depicted, charming and charming.

Suddenly!

There was a flash of inspiration on the long flag, and the bewitching woman suddenly opened her eyes, blinking at Su Zimo with big watery eyes, and her naked body actually moved on the flag, fiddling with a blood-pumping posture, extremely tempting, seducing the soul.

Su Zimo just glanced at the corner of his eye, and he felt that his mouth was dry, and an evil fire rose in his lower abdomen.

"Evil Gate!"

Su Zimo's heart froze, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, and kept running forward, tossing and turning in the jungle, dodging the many spiritual weapons that kept stabbing from behind.

It was only at this time that Su Zimo truly realized the changes brought to him by spiritual sense.

In all fairness, if you are alone with a cultivator, the help of spiritual consciousness is not obvious.

But under such a dense offensive, the aura was full of light, dazzling, swords and swords, piercing gold and cracking stones, both eyes and hearing were greatly disturbed.

Even if Su Zimo saw a flying sword stabbing and wanted to dodge, it was already too late.

But the psychic sense is different.

Don't see or hear, feel the danger and avoid it!

Su Zimo didn't need to look or listen, completely relying on an indescribable sense, he fled through the dense sword light and shadow.

Only then did Su Zimo shoot five arrows at a time, because he realized that once the two sides fought, the other party might not give him a chance to shoot arrows again.

Sure enough.

Under the stormy attack, not to mention archery, as long as Su Zimo pauses slightly, he will be killed on the spot in an instant!

Whining!

A breathtaking sound rang out.

Su Zimo's heart beat suddenly, he forcibly stopped his galloping forward, pulled out the Cold Moon Knife with his backhand, turned around, and swung away more than a dozen flying swords.

With the power of the flying sword, he leaned over, fell to the other side, and rolled on the ground.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

Su Zimo glanced at it obliquely, and just three inches in front of him just when he stopped, a big pit was smashed out of the ground by a ring-shaped spirit weapon!

If he took another half step forward, the whole person would be blown up by this ring-shaped spirit weapon!

Su Zimo looked carefully, and there were two spirit patterns flashing on this ring-shaped spirit weapon.

Medium-grade spiritual weapon!

Seeing that Su Zimo had dodged the killing blow that he had been building up for a long time, Elder Qian snorted coldly, controlled the ring spirit weapon, and killed Su Zimo again.

Su Zimo lay on the ground, using his hands and feet together, walking close to the ground, his body was as weak and agile as a python, sliding across the snow, leaving a zigzag trail behind him.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to stab Su Zimo, he twisted his body strangely, avoiding it dangerously, but his speed barely slowed down.

Many cultivators were even more annoyed in their hearts, and their actions became even more aggressive.

Boom! Boom!

The spirit weapon missed, constantly smashed on the ground, and passed by Su Zimo several times.

The stirring sand and stones hit Su Zimo's body, and there was a faint pain.

Su Zimo pursed his lips tightly, his expression was calm, and he gritted his teeth and insisted.

Where have the cultivators of the Huanxi Sect seen this kind of body method.

Sometimes like a horse galloping, sometimes like an ape crossing, sometimes like a python pulling grass, switch freely, do whatever you want.

Su Zimo's physical fitness has completely exceeded the cognition of many cultivators.

Even a spirit beast known for its physical strength would never be able to do this!

"Boy, you will definitely die today, I see where you can escape!" Elder Chen scolded angrily, waving the long flag in his hand, and the bewitching woman on it opened her mouth and gently spit out a puff of powder.

Who would have thought that now that the wind and snow were strong, and the powder mist had just gushed out, it would blow away the wind and snow, and instead drifted in the direction of the Huanxi Sect's qi practitioners.

Many qi practitioners were caught off guard, but they were contaminated by the pink mist, and their faces instantly became flushed, panting, losing their balance in mid-air, and crumbling.

Everyone hurriedly took out a pill from the storage bag and swallowed it into their stomachs before it was slightly relieved.

Although Elder Chen's spirit flag was only a low-grade spirit weapon, it could affect the opponent's mind, and the powder mist that he had just sprayed was his killer weapon.

If the monks in the middle of foundation building are not careful, they may make a big mistake.

Where did Elder Chen expect that his killer weapon did not hurt Su Zimo, but instead made a mess of his own side.

Seeing this scene, Elder Qian scolded angrily: "Stupid, put away your broken flag, and give me an honest hunt to kill this son, he won't last long!"

Elder Chen's face was ugly, and he blamed Su Zimo for everything, and the killing intent in his heart was even stronger.