Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 2033 Funeral Night

On the battlefield, it is changing fast!

No one had thought of it, but in a blink of an eye, the five true immortal powerhouses fell down one after another!

This incident not only surprised King Genzuo's side, but even Su Zimo was stunned.

He thought he would die.

However, I did not expect that the situation would change as the peaks and turns turned!

"Show me your true body!"

Jingyue Zhenxian turned to the ancient mirror in her hand, and the mirror shed a blood light, which fell directly behind the gray robe Zhenxian, even the gray robe Zhenxian shrouded in!

Immediately after the gray robe true fairy fell, the scarlet mirror light came.

The gray robe's immortal body quickly decayed into a pool of blood.

The figure behind him was shrouded in ancient mirror blood and revealed his figure, but he was a thin, dry old man with a wrinkled face and nowhere on his body.

But it was such a skinny old man who had just shot and killed two true immortals!

Strangely, after Su Zimo saw the old man and closed his eyes, he completely forgot what the old man looked like!

He opened his eyes again, turned his head, and would forget the old man's appearance.

In his mind, the image of this dry old man is always blurred and difficult to establish!

"What does this mean?"

Su Zimo was shocked.

"Master!"

At this moment, Feng Ziyi saw someone, exulting, exclaimed.

"Master Feng Ziyi ..."

Su Zimo has heard Feng Ziyi mention it several times, and her teacher is also one of the founders of 'Zan Ye'.

The name of Can Ye, "Can" is taken from Yu Feng Can Tian, ​​and the word "Ye" comes from her master!

It can be seen that the position of the dry old man in the lingering night!

No wonder, this old man can kill two true immortals in the electric light flint.

Feng Ziyi's assassination ability is taught by this old man. How powerful is this person's assassination method?

It's no exaggeration to say it's spooky.

"Funny Night Fairy!"

Jingyue Zhenxian stared at the skinny old man, sneered, and said, "You are not dead yet!"

"Leader of the night?"

The naked man frowned slightly.

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Lei Huang laughed loudly in the sky and said loudly, "Old friend, you are here!"

The skinny old man glanced slightly, glanced at Lei Huang, depressed the excitement of his heart, there was still no change in his eyes, no change, just nodded.

Su Zimo was beside Lei Huang.

He could clearly feel that after the emperor Lei Huang saw this person, the excitement in his heart seemed to be burning!

"Funeral night, I introduce you to a little brother."

Lei Huang pointed to Su Zimo in front of him and said: "His name is Su Zimo. In the ten solitary prisons, it was he who took the risk and went through ten solitary battles with his own gun, and finally helped me get out of trouble!"

"Finally, he held a heart of death and sent me half of Qixia Xianshen! I am so happy to be able to meet such a good brother who is born lightly and righteous!"

Su Zimo was shocked.

The implied meaning of Lei Huang's remarks is to discuss with his peers!

What is Lei Huang's cultivation status, his status and status, and his reputation?

Not to mention that Su Zimo is only a first-order ground fairy, even if it is a true fairy strong, how many people can get into the eyes of Lei Huang?

But today, the Emperor Lei has no slight contempt, and totally regards Su Zimo as someone who can stand with him.

The funeral night fairy looked at Su Zimo and nodded slightly, and said, "Good man!"

Feng Ziyi saw this scene, slightly hesitated, and some mistakes.

She knows best Master's temperament.

Has Master ever appreciated others this way, or is it a first-order Dixian who met for the first time?

With her talent and qualifications, she has hardly been praised by Master in these years.

Lei Huang patted Su Zimo's shoulder and laughed: "This thin old man, although you have not seen it, you should have heard of it."

"Heaven ’s Hermit Gate was founded by him in one hand, and I don't know if it is still there."

"what!"

Su Zimo exclaimed.

This funeral night fairy, even from the continent, is the ancestor of the hidden kill gate!

King Genzuo's face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice, "The funeral night old dog, you came just right to kill you, and the night behind you will also wipe out the smoke!"

"Leave me to this funeral night, and you will solve the wind and the wind."

Feiyun said coldly.

Jingyue Zhenxian said in a deep voice: "Funeral night is also a false true immortal, so be careful."

"Humph!"

Feiyun Zhenxian's mouth slightly tilted, sarcastically: "An old dog who is about to die and the oil is exhausted. Even if you practice to the hole, it is not a fear!"

Even Su Zimo can see that the funeral night true immortal has indeed entered the twilight, and there is not much life left.

The twilight, the blood and blood are declining, the Yuanshen is weak, and the combat power is greatly reduced.

What's more, the funeral Ye Zhenxian is good at assassination, not head-on.

Nowadays, his actions are exposed. If he collides with the flying fairy who is at its peak, it is really not optimistic.

At this time, Lei Huang was still refining Qixia ginseng.

Lei Huang was hurt too much. According to Jingyue Zhenxian, even if there is Qixia ginseng, Lei Huang needs half a day to heal!

And Feiyun Zhenxian and others will not give him this opportunity at all!

The burial night Zhenxian flickered and came to Lei Huang and Su Zimo.

His intention is obvious, that is, he will do his best to gain time for Lei Huang.

"how?"

Feiyun Zhenxian sneered: "You are an old dog, and you want to fight against the three of us?"

Funeral Ye Zhenxian didn't say a word, his hands trembled slightly, and two daggers were already in his palm.

"kill!"

Jingyue Zhenxian drank softly.

Three true immortals are shooting at the same time!

The ancient mirror of Jingyue Zhenxian flew high, suspended in midair, with the mirror face down.

puff!

Jingyue Zhenxian nibbled at the tip of her tongue, spit out a fine blood, and spilled on the ancient mirror.

The mirror sparkling, condensed a **** full moon, and beheaded towards the funeral night fairy!

call!

The naked man urged qi and blood, with blood veins condensed behind him, holding a copper cymbal, and came to the front of the funeral night true fairy, the cymbals smashed, and the wind whistled!

Huh! Huh! Huh!

Feiyun Zhenxian did not leave her hand this time. The wide robe sleeve fluttered, and a large cold light flew inside, densely!

Every cold light is a flying knife!

Feiyun Zhenxian's flying knives have 10,800 handles, and each handle is his destiny magic weapon, which is extremely exhausting when tempered.

Each flying knife is a psychic magic weapon. Although the grade is not high, it is only a sixth-order magic weapon.

However, the combination of 10,800 handles of flying knives can generate a variety of formations. The power is greatly increased and it is extremely scary!

These flying knives galloped in mid-air and soon joined together in a wonderful formation to form a knife array.

There was a razor-sharp sword inside, and the harsh sound of Jin Ge's clashes seemed to strangle everything!

(End of this chapter)