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"Calm down, calm down!"

Zhou Dingyun comforted in his heart: "I am an eighth-layer qi cultivator, I have been reborn compared to two years ago, can I still be scared by a scholar?

"Don't you drink?"

Su Zimo smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "If you don't drink, you won't have a chance." ”

"Pretending!"

Zhou Dingyun shouted, slapped his palm on the storage bag, and directly sacrificed a flying sword, his fingertips shot out a spiritual aura, and the light on the flying sword was sheng.

Inferior Spiritual Weapon.

"Hurry!"

Zhou Dingyun flew the sword in his hand, instantly calmed his mind, pointed forward, and the flying sword turned into a streamer, instantly stabbing in front of Su Zimo!

Su Zimo didn't move, like an old monk in a fixed place.

The flying sword was at the center of Su Zimo's eyebrows, and it would pierce into it if there was another inch, but Su Zimo's expression was as usual, and he didn't even blink his eyelids from beginning to end.

Zhou Dingyun thought that Su Zimo had been frightened, and couldn't help but smile cruelly: "Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg me now, I can still consider letting you live." ”

"I think there's something you're mistaken. ”

Su Zimo stretched out his palm, gently held the flying sword in front of him, and said calmly: "Right here, in this season, it's such a night, it's the same two of us, but the ending won't change much." ”

Seeing that Su Zimo actually used his palm to hold the sharp lower grade spiritual weapon, Zhou Dingyun's eyes couldn't help but show a touch of cruelty.

What foolishness!

Su Zimo said again: "If there is a change, it is two years ago, I let you go." And now, you can't leave. ”

"Damn, you're still talking wildly, Lao Tzu will abolish your palm first!"

Zhou Dingyun scolded, the ruthlessness in his eyes flashed, he controlled the flying sword, twisted and rotated hard!

At the same time, Su Zimo's palm rolled up and shook.

Syllable!

There was a crisp sound, like thunder on the ground, and Zhou Dingyun was startled.

There is no imaginary flesh and blood.

On the contrary, Su Zimo's palm was intact!

What surprised Zhou Dingyun even more was that he had lost control of the flying sword!

How so?

The next moment, Zhou Dingyun saw another scene, and the surprise in his eyes turned into horror.

I saw Su Zimo slowly spread out his palm, and the flying sword was lying quietly in the palm of his hand, covered with cracks.

Su Zimo let go of his hand, and this low-grade spiritual weapon turned into a pile of fragments and scattered them on the ground.

A low-grade spiritual weapon, it's just wasted!

Looking at Su Zimo's gradually cold gaze, Zhou Dingyun's heart also sank to the bottom.

He finally realized that two years later, he had become an eighth-layer qi practitioner, and the second son of Su in front of him was not the weak scholar he used to be!

He finally realized that Su Zimo had just sighed that the voice had changed too much, and it was not him, but Su Zimo himself!

He finally realized that the bowl of wine on the round table might really be his wine on the road!

Zhou Dingyun couldn't understand for a while, why Su Zimo could shatter his inferior spirit weapon with his flesh and blood.

Zhou Dingyun didn't want to delve into the reasons behind this.

Now, he just wants to get out of here, as far away from Su Zimo as possible!

Zhou Dingyun took out another flying sword from the storage bag, which was just a pseudo-spirit weapon.

In Bixia Palace, it was already a great gift for the outer disciples to get a low-grade spiritual weapon, but it was abolished by Su Zimo's fleshy palm.

Zhou Dingyun stepped on the flying sword, took off into the air, and flew outside.

Before leaving, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but look back.

I saw that Su Zimo was not in a hurry to get up, but drank the bowl of spirits on the stone table unhurriedly, and then stood up, tied the long knife on the table to his waist, carried the quiver on his back, and picked up the blood-colored big bow in his hand.

Zhou Dingyun swallowed his saliva, turned around, urged the flying sword with all his strength, and galloped away into the distance.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and when he was blown by the wind, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help but shiver, and he didn't know when, he was already shocked into a cold sweat.

It didn't take long for Zhou Dingyun to stay away from Pingyang Town.

Not far ahead was the Blue Wolf Mountain Range, which was pitch black, and the roar of a spirit beast was faintly heard.

Zhou Dingyun let out a long breath and finally put his mind at ease.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhou Dingyun!

"Do you remember the vow you made when you knelt down and begged for mercy two years ago?"

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that he almost couldn't control the flying sword, lost his balance, and fell from mid-air.

Su Zimo!

This voice is Su Zimo!

How can it be?

How could he catch up?

Zhou Dingyun's face was pale, cold sweat flowed, and he looked back while urging the flying sword to desperately flee forward.

Su Zimo followed behind him, his expression was calm, and he seemed to be walking casually, but every step out was two or three feet away!

"He, he didn't use all his strength at all!"

At this point, Zhou Dingyun seemed to have fallen into the ice cellar in an instant, and his body was cold.

Su Zimo's voice sounded again: "On that night two years ago, you swore to the heavens, saying that if you were lucky enough to enter the Immortal Gate in the future, you would never come to retaliate against me, otherwise you would die with an arrow through your heart." ”

"Huh...... In that case, as you wish. ”

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun finally understood the purpose of the blood-colored big bow on the stone table.

"Don't!"

Zhou Dingyun hurriedly turned around, and as soon as he said a word, a dark shadow shrouded his eyes.

Woooooo

More than a dozen sharp arrows are coming in an instant!

Burst!

Zhou Dingyun felt a pain in his chest, as if he had lost something in his body, he was weak, and he fell from mid-air.

With a plop, Zhou Dingyun fell to the ground, covered in mud, and his body was already stained red with blood.

"Ho-ho!"

Zhou Dingyun lowered his head hard and looked towards his chest.

There was a blur of flesh and blood, an extra bowl-sized bloody hole, and his heart had been pierced and taken away by a dozen sharp arrows.

Arrows pierce the heart!

Everything seems to be fate, and it has long been predestined.

The breeze blew, and a corner of a green shirt fluttered in front of Zhou Dingyun's eyes.

Zhou Dingyun was lying on the ground, looking up at Su Zimo standing in front of him, with a weird smile on his face, and said vaguely: "I, I'm Bixia...... Palace, you, if you kill me, you can't escape, there will always be a ...... One day, the waves are really ...... Will find you......"

Su Zimo squatted down and said with a smile: "I don't have to wait for that day, I will go to him." You go first, and the next one is Canglang Zhenren!"

Hearing this, Zhou Dingyun's head was on the side of his head, and he lost his breath.

Su Zimo tore down the storage bag on Zhou Dingyun's waist and put it in his arms, then grabbed his corpse, didn't go far, and threw it directly into the Blue Wolf Mountain Range.

There is no need to wait until the next day, Zhou Dingyun's corpse will be eaten by the spirit beasts.

Destroy the corpse.

No one will know what happened that night.