The black light paused, revealing the Rakshasa figure.

Burst!

Rakshasa spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale, the tiger's mouth was torn, the blood was dripping, and the scimitar couldn't hold it, and it flew directly!

"Run first!"

"This manpower is too big to beat!"

"You have to deal with it and find another opportunity!"

Rakshasa's reaction was extremely fast, and this thought flashed through his mind in an instant.

Call!

The flesh wings of the rakshasa agitated, the wind howled, and burst out with great power, wanting to rise into the air and escape.

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

But there was a burst of sea tide in Su Zimo's body, and his strength was originally exhausted, but he suddenly felt a regenerative force, like a tidal surge!

This is the strength of the tide!

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

With the power of tidal energy, he stepped forward, the knife momentum turned, and the blade made a slight tremor, as if there were blood-colored ripples in the void!

Blood ripples brushed across Rakshasa's throat.

These two knives, one rigid and one soft, do not seem to have the slightest stagnation, like flowing water.

Rakshasa's tall body did not break free from Su Zimo's sword momentum at all!

Burst!

A huge column of blood gushes out!

A monstrous head was thrown high, scattered with scarlet blood, and the headless body of the Rakshasa fell to the ground weakly, twitching unconsciously.

On the battlefield, there was a sudden silence.

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

No one thought that this Rakshasa would be killed by Su Zimo twice!

To others, the process is short and simple.

But no one knew that Su Zimo was able to kill the Rakshasa in front of him, and he used at least three hole cards!

He died unjustly.

The Rakshasa Commander stared at Su Zimo with a gloomy gaze, and said slowly: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily! I will torture you little by little and make you feel painful!"

The Rakshasa Commander's smile was even more gloomy, and he waved his hand and said, "Tie him up, and kill the rest of the people, and leave no one behind!"

"Yes!"

The many rakshasas behind him agreed in unison.

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

Su Zi glanced sideways slightly, and told the little fat man and the others.

This battle is unprecedentedly dangerous!

Even Su Zimo didn't have a trace of confidence in his heart.

Not to mention the Rakshasa Commander and the Protoss Commander who can kill the Yuanying True Monarch, even if these more than 100 Rakshasas attack at the same time, it will be difficult to deal with!

The Night Spirit's expression changed, and his gaze flickered.

After a few moments, the Eidolon seemed to have made a decision.

"Big brother, I'll make a move in a while and fight side by side with you!"

The Eidolon didn't speak.

But his voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

You must know that the night spirit is only a spirit beast in the Jindan realm, and it actually understands the secret technique of sound transmission that can only be released by the Yuanying True Monarch!

Su Zimo glanced at Ye Ling deeply.

He was almost certain that the Eidolon had secrets in it.

Moreover, this secret cannot be seen in the light of day!

The night spirit had been fighting the Rakshasa clan before, and even fought with one against four, and one against five.

But at this time, the four words of fighting side by side came out of the mouth of the night spirit, and it 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, in an instant.

Such an offensive, if it is Yuanying Zhenjun, may not be able to retreat with his whole body!

And Su Zimo's expression was as usual, and he used the blood quenching knife to unfold the knife techniques in the Dinghai Scroll and the Shura Knife one by one.

The knife is continuous, impermeable, and it is difficult to splash water!

The Rakshasa are very intelligent and have a great talent for fighting.

Realizing that Su Zimo's power is strong, he naturally will not be hard against it, but just constantly circling in a roundabout way.

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

And in the sky, black lights were circling and flying, constantly sprinting, trying to break through the defenses of the blood-colored light mask, but repeatedly failed.

"If it goes on like this, it will not be good for Su Zimo. ”

"Yes, Su Zimo uses this kind of sword technique, it takes a lot of physical strength and mind, and he doesn't dare to relax at all, while the Rakshasa clan is just flying in the air, waiting for work, and is almost invincible!"

The three of Yujun Zhenjun looked worried, and their hearts were anxious.

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

On the other side, there were more than thirty rakshasas who pounced on the little fat man and the others.

The faces of the crowd were solemn.

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

What's more, in the middle of the fight, Linghu was seriously injured.

The monkey released its bloody eyes, its furious state was gone, its strength was weakened, and the wound in its chest was so severe that it was almost powerless to fight again.

There are very few people who can really resist the rakshasas.

Their situation is not much better than Su Zimo!

The little fat man, Lin Xuanji, and Ji Fairy stood up and stood in front of everyone, their eyes were firm, and they looked at death as home!

Monkeys, spirit tigers and other demon beasts also struggled to stand up, undaunted.

Looking at the figure in front of them, the expressions of more than 50,000 monks were complicated, and the depths of their eyes showed more or less a trace of shame.

They are known as 'Tianjiao', but now they are frightened by the alien race, and they even have to rely on these demon beasts in front of them to protect them!

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

More than thirty rakshasas swooped down, with an irresistible coercion that seemed to tear everything in their way to pieces!

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

The vision of the three of them has collapsed.

Although the Heavenly Demon Dance is the secret technique of the exquisite fairy, it can't stop so many rakshasas from killing!

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

Suddenly!

Just when the three of them were about to give up, a ghost-like figure rushed out from behind the three of them, and they collided with more than thirty rakshasas at a speed that did not decrease!

"Ahh

There was a burst of exclamations from the crowd.

Who?

Who is this, don't die?

Did he want to use his body to delay the Rakshasa Clan's killing?

This is ridiculous!

Just as many monks were thinking wildly, this figure had already collided with more than thirty rakshasas!

Poof!

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

The figure had vanished completely, as if it had been smashed into a pulp.

But the next moment, the group cultivators were in an uproar!

In mid-air, a corpse actually fell!

This is the corpse of the Rakshasa!

The corpse's skull had five more finger holes, and there was still a stinking brain pulp flowing from it.

This rakshasa has died of rage!

"This ......"

Many of the monks were dumbfounded, their minds in confusion, and they didn't understand what was going on.

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

Click!

This rakshasa's throat was crushed by this palm, and its vitality was cut off, and it fell on the spot!

"It's the Eidolon!"

Qingqing exclaimed.

Under the night, the slaughter comes!

(End of chapter)