Three black rays pierced the void, and almost in the blink of an eye, they came closer, and the chill was biting!

The black-robed monk had already maintained a castration of rushing forward, and he didn't have time to think about it at all, his legs suddenly bent, he knelt on the ground, and the whole person leaned back hard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The black-robed monk dodged like this, and everyone behind him suddenly suffered.

Poof!

The sound of sharp arrows piercing flesh and blood continued to sound, clusters of poignant blood flashed, screams came and went, and the crowd sat down in a mess.

Due to inertia, the black-robed monk fell to his knees and slid forward for a distance, the hem of his robe shattered and covered with dust.

The black-robed monk sat up, straightening up, and between his eyes, there was a faint mark of blood, which was extremely conspicuous.

Although the black-robed monk's reaction was already fast, it was still a little slower, and his eyebrows were cut by sharp arrows.

The black-robed monk's pupils suddenly became as black as ink, and even the whites of his eyes were covered with a layer of black mist, and he was full of evil energy, and said in a cold voice: "No matter who shoots the arrow, you will ...... today."

Before the black-robed monk could finish speaking, he heard a voice from the fork.

"Shut up. ”

The voice seemed impatient, with a commanding tone.

The black-robed monk was furious in his heart, here, there was no one to order him!

The black-robed monk was about to finish the words 'certain death' when another cold light appeared, accompanied by a whining sound, and a sharp arrow shot fiercely!

As soon as the black-robed monk's words came to his lips, he had no choice but to hold back, and his upright body lay down again.

Poof!

The monks behind him suffered again.

At the fork in the road.

The girl in the pink skirt and Yan Fei had already escaped.

Seeing Su Zimo who was bending the bow and shooting arrows, the willow eyebrows of the girl in the pink skirt gradually rose, grinding her teeth, staring at her eyes and asking, "Su Zimo, you weren't afraid of missing just now?"

Su Zimo glanced at the girl in the pink skirt coldly, didn't speak, stretched out his hand and pointed to another fork in the road, signaling them to take that road.

The girl in the pink skirt bit her red lip and whispered, "Remember your mission, you have to protect me!"

Su Zimo's face was expressionless, he looked at the fork in the road on the black-robed monk's side, and suddenly asked, "Is there a person from the Demon Gate over there?"

"Yes, they are the disciples of the Demon Gate!"

The girl in the pink skirt nodded hurriedly.

"Oh. ”

Su Zimo responded, glanced back at the girl in the pink skirt, and said lightly: "I have never been soft on the people in the Demon Gate, see one, kill one!"

Su Zimo really hated the Demon Gate.

The Huanxi Sect in Yan Country is not the right way, and he has witnessed the cruel methods of the people in the Demon Gate, Linfeng City, hundreds of thousands of innocent people, all of whom died tragically!

Su Zimo's words seem to be nothing, but they seem to mean something else.

The girl in the pink skirt had a sparkle in her eyes, and said with a smile: "That's not necessarily." ”

Su Zimo kept silent, arched the blood crystal on his back, and pulled out the Cold Moon Knife on his waist and walked towards the fork in the road not far away.

The black-robed monk rushed out with a pitch-black bone spear, and saw a scholar-like green-shirted monk walking towards him, with a blood-colored bow on his body, a quiver on his back, and a long knife in his hand.

"You're the one who shoots the arrow?"

The black-robed monk's eyes were bright, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and stabbed straight with his spear!

The bone spear was full of evil, as black as ink, and it was about to erupt.

Although there is no spiritual power infusion, the power of this bone spear is far superior to other weapons.

Su Zimo's expression remained unchanged, his wrist turned, and the Cold Moon Knife flicked upward.

While!

The bone spear was swung away by the Cold Moon Knife.

"Huh?"

The black-robed monk sighed lightly, his face was surprised, and he secretly wondered in his heart, "Where did this person come from?"

He didn't expect that if he met a monk here, he would not only be able to block his bone spear, but also swing it away!

You must know that among the seven sects of the Demon Gate, there are only three sects that really have the inheritance of superior body refining techniques, the strongest is the Overlord Palace, followed by their Earth Demon Sect, and the last is the Hidden Killing Sect.

Although the disciples of the other four sects also refine their bodies, they only use their spiritual energy and spiritual power to refine their physical bodies.

This is the most common and common technique of quenching.

Compared to a true body refiner, the strength of such a monk in melee combat is very different.

As a demon son of the Earth Demon Sect in this life, the black-robed monk naturally has the power of close combat.

Before entering this place, the black-robed monk had thought that there were only two people worthy of his attention in this inheritance place, one of them was the demon son of the Overlord Palace, and the other was the demon son of the Hidden Killing Gate.

The green-shirted scholar in front of him cannot, of course, be the devil of the Overlord Palace.

Although the Demon of the Hidden Killing Gate is known as the Thousand-Faced Assassin, and no one has ever seen his true appearance, his weapon has always remained the same, it is the inheritance weapon of the Hidden Killing Gate, called the Assassin's Blade!

The Assassin's Blade was a long, narrow sword, not a long knife at all.

"Huh!"

Su Zimo swung the bone spear, and the Cold Moon Knife did not stop, slashing forward, and slashed towards the black-robed monk's cheek!

Before the knife arrived, the chill entered the body!

If it weren't for the black-robed monk's body tempered by spiritual energy and evil qi all year round, I am afraid that his body would become stiff under the shroud of this sword qi.

"It's so strong!"

The black-robed monk didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly retreated, avoiding the knife.

In the heat of this moment, the other monks of the Earth Demon Sect swarmed out from the fork in the road and surrounded Su Zimo.

"Hehe, it's a pity, you have such good skills, but you have to die here!"

The black-robed monk laughed, his blood veins, and his eyes suddenly became pitch black, without a single white!

The black-robed monk's body faintly exuded a faint evil aura.

Su Zimo's expression was as usual, shaking the long knife in his hand, and the blood veins in his body were also about to move.

"Let you die today!"

The black-robed monk roared, burst out with the power of blood, and rushed forward again, the bone spear shook in his hand, and a huge arc emerged, black gas swirled, the tip of the spear fluttered, and the landing point was difficult to distinguish.

A group of monks from the Cult of the Earth Demon Sect next to him also swarmed up.

"Hehehe......"

Su Zimo laughed, his eyes full of murderous intent!

"Whoa!

Before the laughter stopped, the black-robed monks suddenly heard the sound of a tidal wave in their ears.

And the sound of this sea tide actually came from the body of the green-shirted monk in front of him!

"What?"

"This is the sound made when carrying qi and blood!"

"Such a strong bloodline, is it ...... This is the legendary realm of 'blood as a tide of the sea'?"

The hearts of the people were shocked, and they changed color in shock.

In the art of body refining, there is a distinction between superior and inferior.

The so-called inferior alchemy is nothing more than skin, flesh, muscles and bones.

And the alchemy technique that can cut the marrow and exchange blood is superior!

However, all the superior alchemy techniques will mention a realm in the marrow exchange exchange, that is, 'blood is like lead and mercury', which means that every drop of blood in the body is as heavy, tough, round, and powerful as lead and mercury!

This is an extremely high realm in the exchange of marrow for blood, and it is difficult to achieve.

And above the blood like lead and mercury, there is a more ethereal realm, that is, blood is like a tide!

According to legend, once a body refiner of this realm carries the bloodline, the sound of the surging tide will be heard from the body, surging and violent, and the explosive power is amazing!

Every time such a monk makes a move, he will carry the atmosphere of the sea tide, as if he is going to annihilate the world, unstoppable, extremely terrifying!