Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 769: Coming Down

Wu Guang paused, revealing Rakshasa's figure.

puff!

Luocha spurted a large mouthful of blood, his face was pale, the tiger's mouth was torn, the blood was dripping, the scimitar could not hold it, and it fell directly to fly!

"Escape first!"

"This manpower is too great to beat!"

"Having to deal with it, look for another opportunity!"

Luo Cha's response was extremely quick, and the thought flashed through his mind.

call!

Rakshasa's meat wings agitated, the sound of the wind roared, and a huge force burst out, trying to rise into the air and escape from birth.

Normally, when the two sides fight hard, they will inevitably stop.

However, Su Zimo's body heard the sound of sea tides, and his strength was exhausted, but he suddenly felt a force of regeneration, like a tidal surge!

This is the tide strength!

Su Zimo's expression was cold and he kept moving.

With the power of the tide, he bullied himself, the blade turned, and the blade trembled slightly, like a blood ripple in the void!

Scarlet ripples lightly touched Raksha's throat.

The two blades, which were just soft and soft, did not seem to stagnate in the slightest.

Luo Cha's tall body did not break free of Su Zimo's slashing scope!

puff!

Huge blood spurts out!

A horrifying head was thrown high, scattered with scarlet blood, Raksha's headless body fell to the ground weakly, twitching unconsciously.

On the battlefield, he suddenly calmed down.

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

No one even thought that this Luo Sha was actually killed by Su Zimo with two swords!

To others, this process is short and simple.

But no one knows that Su Zimo can kill the Luo Sha in front of him, using at least three hole cards!

He died unjustly.

Luo Cha led the gloomy eyes, staring at Su Zimo, and said slowly: "Be assured, I won't let you die so easily! I will torture you a little bit and make you want to die!"

The smile of Rakshasa's leader was even more eerie, and he waved his hand and said, "Tie him, and the rest, all killed, one will not stay!"

"Observe!"

Many Rakshasa behind him agreed in unison.

"I may not be able to take care of you during the war. Be careful!"

Su Zi glanced slightly, telling the fat man to wait.

This battle is unprecedentedly dangerous!

Even Su Zimo's heart was not sure.

Not to mention that the Rakshasa commander and the Protoss commander who can kill Yuanying Zhenjun are the hundreds of Rakshasa shot at the same time, it is difficult to deal with!

The night spirit's look changed, his eyes flickered.

A little later, Ye Ling seemed to have made a decision.

"Brother, I'll take a shot in a while and fight with you!"

Yeling didn't say anything.

But his voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

You know, Yeling is just a spirit beast in Jindan Realm. He actually knows the secret mystery of sound transmission that Yuanying Zhenjun can release!

Su Zimo took a deep look at Ye Ling.

He was almost certain that Ye Ling had secrets.

Moreover, this secret can't be seen!

Yeling was fighting the Rakshasa before, even with one enemy four and one enemy five.

But at this time, the words "fighting side by side" came out of Ye Ling's mouth, and it seemed to have an unusual meaning.

"kill!"

Many Rakshasa bodies flickered, dozens of black light scattered in the void, and rushed towards Su Zimo from all directions, instantly.

This offensive, replaced by Yuan Ying Zhenjun, may not be able to retreat!

Su Zimo's appearance was as usual. He drew blood to quench the knife, and unfolded the knife method in Ding Hai Juan and Shu Luo knife one by one.

The sword is endless, airtight, and difficult to enter by splashing water!

The Rakshas are very clever and extremely talented in combat.

Realizing that Su Zimo's power is strong, naturally he will not be shaken with it.

On the battlefield, Su Zimo's body almost disappeared, and all around him was covered with blood, forming a huge **** mask!

And in the sky, hovering and dancing in the rays of light, constantly sprinting, trying to break through the defense of the blood-colored mask, but repeatedly failed.

"It's not good for Su Zimo to consume this."

"Yes, Su Zimo's use of such a sword method will consume a lot of physical strength and mental energy, and dare not be half slack, while the Rakshasa are just flying in the air, waiting for work, almost invincible!"

The three of Yujun Zhenjun showed anxiety and anxiety.

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

On the other side, there are more than thirty Rakshasa rushing at the fat man and others.

Everyone looked dignified.

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

What's more, in the confrontation just before, Linghu was seriously injured.

The monkey released his bleeding eyes, his violent state had disappeared, his strength weakened, and his chest was so badly wound that he was almost unable to fight again.

Few people can really resist Rakshasa.

Their situation is not much better than Su Zimo!

The fat man, Lin Xuanji, and Ji Fairy stood out and stood in front of the crowd.

Monsters such as monkeys and spirit tigers also struggled to stand up without fear.

Looking at the figures in front of him, more than 50,000 monks looked complex, and there was more or less shame in the depths of their eyes.

They are called ‘Tianjiao’, but now they are scared by aliens. They even have to rely on these monsters to guard them!

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

More than thirty Rakshaans swooped in, with an irresistible coercive force that seemed to tear everything in front of them into pieces!

Under the pressure, the three fat men saw sweat on their foreheads, and the tension was extremely tight, and their arms were shaking slightly.

The three men's visions of Jin Dan have collapsed.

Although the demon dance is a mystery of the exquisite fairy, it cannot stop so many Rakshasa's killings!

Although Lin Xuanji had many means, at this time he felt a despair and could not help.

suddenly!

Just when the three were about to give up, a ghostly figure rushed out from behind the three, and ran into more than thirty Rakshasa without any reduction in speed!

"what!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

Who?

Who is this?

Does he want to use his body to delay the footsteps of the Raksha tribe?

This is ridiculous!

At the time when many monks were thinking wildly, this figure had collided with more than thirty Rakshasa!

Huh!

It was almost the moment of the collision, and the blood mist was diffused!

The figure disappeared completely, and it seemed to have been bumped into flesh.

But the next moment, Qun Xiu was uproar!

In the air, a corpse fell down!

This is Rakshasa's body!

There were five more finger holes in the corpse's skull, and there was still a smelly brain flowing on it.

This Rakshasa is dead!

"This……"

Many monks were stunned, confused, and had not yet figured out what was going on.

In mid-air, the disappeared figure reappeared, like a ghost, passing by a Rakshasa, grabbing his palm and grabbing it, the speed was amazing!

Click!

This Rakshasa's throat was broken by the palm of his hand, his vitality was cut off, and he fell on the spot!

"It's Yeling!"

Qingqing exclaimed.

Under the night, the killing came!

(End of this chapter)