Monsters Will Die If They Are Killed

It may be that he was born to be provocative and taunting, so adding a little is too high a reason.

The moment Su Zhou's voice landed, there was an uproar at the convenience.

"Out of the mountain?"

"This person wants to go back outside the mountain? What a joke!"

"Are you here to entertain your family?"

All in all, Su Zhou himself felt a normal response, but it aroused an extremely fierce response from the other party and the other party-just after hearing the'out of the mountain', everyone drew their swords and took out their weapons, even if they were being protected. In the center, the old man who didn't seem to be very good at martial arts took out a crossbow from nowhere and pointed it nervously at him.

Su Zhou really felt that the opponent might shoot out after shaking his hands.

"Hey, guys, calm down, I don't want to fight you, just ask for directions... OK."

At first, Su Zhou also raised his spear and waved it, as if he wanted to show that he was not hostile, but found that the group of people on the opposite side still hadn't put down their guard at all, and even started to be surrounded completely, he could only squint his eyes and shrugged helplessly: "Oh, it seems I can only do it once."

"You're laughing, Su Zhou." Yala spit out, rather unsavory: "The bones of your marksmanship training in the past two months have been itchy, so I want to fight."

"What nonsense, this is called testing the combat effectiveness of the locals."

Su Zhou grinned, revealing eight snow-white teeth. Then, his wrist shook, and the gun in his hand shook, and the white cloth covering the gun head suddenly shattered and turned into strands of white cloth floating in the air, revealing that. The ferocious and sacred spear head with the cross pattern.

He looked around at the fourteen people surrounded by him, and said with a smile: "Knock them all down first, so I'll be convenient for questioning."

At this moment, when the team saw Su Zhou revealing his spear, it immediately boiled.

"The jaws and tail spurs of the Centipede of Purifying Water!"

"Magic spear, this is a magic spear!"

"This person is indeed the guard of Emperor An Chaogou, kill him!"

Without more words, in the next instant, in the snowy mountains and forests, fourteen people drew their swords together. The three leading members of the team all stepped on, swinging out swords and sticks in their hands, attacking from three directions at the same time!

In an instant, the previous noisy voice turned into silence, and the battle began in silence-except for the real life-and-death fight in order to seize the mind and seize the opportunity at the beginning, no one would talk too much.

Su Zhou wanted to talk more nonsense. It was purely because of the habit of internet spouts. It was a bit uncomfortable not to force a few words before the battle.

But before he could speak, Su Zhou's head suddenly moved to the left, and a crossbow arrow with a strong wind swept across his original forehead, hitting the pine wood behind him, and the arrow tail hummed.

At the same time, the team's strongest three, the bald monk who made the iron rod stepped forward from the front, let alone the forty or fifty catty iron wooden rod and swept from left to right, bringing out the howling wind , The Buddhist sound recitation, the female swordsman with the thick-backed sword has also circled to Su Zhou's left. She flicked and slapped with her side hand, bringing out a touch of spirituality from bottom to top.

Fu magic stick!Broken water knife!

And that young swordsman had already taken a vertical leap. He shot eight round-edged darts in a condescending manner, then drew it out with a sword, stabs it with Peiran's internal strength!

The combination of three people seems to be simple and direct, but in fact it encompasses the left and right, up and down. This coordination is by no means a momentary effort. Even if the skill exceeds three people, they will be hacked to death if they are not prepared for a while.

But such a fierce attack seemed like slow motion in Su Zhou's eyes.

Facing the left and right strikes, he raised his hands-his left hand was tied into a knife, and he flicked it in front of him. With a crackle, all the darts were swept away by the strong wind, and there were even arcs. The Qi blade slashed towards the knife guest's eyebrows, and the opponent had to retreat and dodge.

At the same time, Su Zhou raised his right hand, and regardless of where the swordsman pierced his right eye, not only did the seven-foot spear not stop and fail, but instead came first.

——The Undead Demon Soldier is really bold and not afraid of death!

Believing that Su Zhou is an undead soldier, a monk who considers himself an ordinary person does not want to be injured in exchange for life by the opponent. With a wave of his arms, the iron rod is swept around, sticking to Su Zhou’s spear, wanting to rely on it. Brute force pressed the spear into the snow, and abolished the opponent's weapon.

But the swordsman had already stabbed with a sword, and there was a flash of light on the tip of the sword. Su Zhou could only move his head slightly at this time, and the sword directly hit his forehead with a scream!

This is the secret "Xing Sword" of the Fa School. It is poured with internal force. It is not only unstoppable, but also capable of hitting people's minds, body and soul!

Boom!

There was a crisp cracking sound, but it was not Su Zhou’s skull that cracked. Instead, it was the swordsman’s four-foot straight sword—the sharpest point of the sword pierced the flesh and blood, but after touching the bone, it was directly because of the two. The strands collided vigorously and broke!

Not only was the attack ineffective, but even the weapon was broken. This obviously shocked the swordsman, but it was the monk who was even more shocked. At this time, Su Zhou, who had a triangular spiritual structure on his head, didn't care about what was stuck on his forehead. Breaking the tip of the sword, he directly exhaled, then swung his arms fiercely, slammed his spear, and the seven-foot long spear quickly drew an irregular elliptical arc around him. The white gust of wind swept the monk directly. The iron rod swings away.

Huhu!

Afterwards, the gale swept across, and the spears that had rotated in a circle were raised together, swiping the big knife that was cut by the female swordsman who was approaching on the left side again, enough to pick up the wood centipede, and Pei Ran vigorously swallowed it and vomited it directly. The whole person picked it up and flew into the air-women still suffered a bit of weight.

"Huh!"

In order to prevent Su Zhou from chasing after the knife man who was already empty and could kill with one move, the monk and the swordsman immediately shouted, the long stick pierced forward and the broken sword slashed upward. , There was a swelling of internal energy, full of energy, to force Su Zhou to retreat, and a crossbow arrow shot out from the rear team again, and flew viciously under Su Zhou's crotch.

But Su Zhou squinted slightly, as if he had anticipated these follow-up methods long ago. His arm muscles agitated, and with a swing of the big spear in his hand, the crossed spear head directly held the swordsman's broken sword—and then, his body sank, his wrists As soon as it turned, the cross structure of the gun head jammed the sword.

He turned his waist to exert force, swung the barrel of the gun down, and he used the spear to carry the sword, and the sword to carry the person, and he wanted to throw the swordsman at the monk!

At the same time, because Su Zhou's body sank, the crossbow arrow that originally shot under the crotch hit his lower abdomen - and then got stuck in place. The arrow also shot through the clothes without breaking the flesh and blood in the abdomen.

"Brother Xiu hurt Zhou!" "Go on!"

This monk is a sincere man. In order not to hurt the swordsman who was thrown face to face, he actually wanted to put down the long stick in his hand and catch the opponent with his hands, but the swordsman also reacted at this time. He gave a soft drink to remind the monk Continue to attack, and then abandon the sword by himself and jump away. After jumping far away with Su Zhou's power, he once again drew the second soft sword from the waist belt, and leaped towards it!

The man's soft sword flicked, and the cold light pierced Su Zhou's face like a wave. Compared with the hard sword's piercing armor, this soft sword directly flattened Su Zhou's five senses and seven orifices. If possible, it was even more straightforward. Go straight into the skull!

He is actually good at both soft and hard swordsmanship!

"Good job!"

But at this time, with a loud shout, Su Zhou's gun and monk's stick were already facing each other!

Bang!

With a muffled sound, in the monk’s shocked and astonished expression, the iron-wood long stick he held in his hand was directly shaken by the inhuman force-the force came from the bones and the strength came from the tendons. This big gun was Su The outer bones of the day, and the spiritual power is the genuine long tendons.

And how solid are Su Zhou's bones?

Although this monk is a tall man, but in the final analysis, he is just a mundane body. How can he lift up the car after resuscitating his aura? Converted to a casual shake of his arms, he has seven or eight thousand jins of strength. It is more serious. The strength of Su Zhou than the strength of ten thousand catties?What's more, he was infused with spiritual power.

Snapped!The air was cracked, and the spear flew with an iron rod, like a whip-Su Zhou didn't want to kill, so he just lightly beat the opponent with the front bar of the gun.

But just like this, the barrel of the gun that was normally drawn by a whip directly smashed the left cheek bone of the monk who was nearly two meters tall, and a mouthful of blood came out of his nose and mouth, and the person turned around and staggered. After stepping back a few steps, he fell straight to the ground.

"The dog emperor's eagle dog, die!"

It sounds very long, but in fact the fight is only a few seconds. At this time, other talents have just gathered around - they have seen the miserable appearance of the monks, and they have also seen that the strongest three are not the enemy of each other.

But because of this, they yelled in grief and indignation, ignoring their lives, raising their internal energy and continuing to rush towards Su Zhou!

"Wow, are people here so brave?!"

At this moment, Su Zhou stretched out his hand and arbitrarily pulled out the fragments of the sword tip stuck in the flesh, and the flesh and blood squirmed and regenerated-because of the cold weather around, his self-healing power dropped a lot, so that the tip of the sword was drawn When it came out, it brought a little purple-colored blood.

Seeing a group of people charging forward without fear even when he saw his own force, he blinked, and some didn't understand what was going on: "It's fine if you surrender, I don't kill people-the bald head I will wait. He will also be cured..."

"Magic! This self-healing speed, even a magician!"

"Devil, how many people did you kill!"

But after seeing Su Zhou's rapid rebirth, everything he said next was ignored.And this abnormal phenomenon not only didn't make them feel afraid, but it aroused the anger of this group of people.

The swordsman yelled and rushed forward again. Even the female swordsman who seemed to flash back after being picked up struggled to stand up, took out a few pills from her pocket, and gave a determined expression on her face. To swallow.

"...Is my performance too like a villain? Or is there something I really misunderstood by them? Is it the self-healing power, or the centipede cross spearhead?"

Seeing the other party's view of death like home, Su Zhou was really a little confused. He really didn't want to kill anyone. The demon devourer's magical powers did not move at all, which proved that the other party had never done such evil things as killing good and arson.

But since the opponent had all come over, Su Zhou had no habit of keeping his hands.In the face of ordinary warriors who seem to be not even proficient in the operation of spiritual power, he just stretched out his spear, flicked and shook at will, enough power to tip the car over and flew all these people into the air, and then one by one. It was raining, and fell into the snow in the posture of upside down.

Even the swordsman with the white temples did not make three moves in his hands. One-on-one, Su Zhou held the big spear. The seven-foot long weapon distance advantage made the swordsman unable to get close no matter how urgent he was. With the instillation of spiritual power, his cross spear head can shoot half-foot-long spiritual blades from several directions from time to time, and the opposing opponent can only dodge again and again, exhausted.

After thinking about it, Su Zhou felt that it’s better not to delay too long. After all, the monk over there was injured a bit severely. If he really died, it would be his fault-so his arm shook, and the whole hardwood gun barrel was like a lever. With a sudden lift, the strong wind swept across the swordsman's chin.

Then the swordsman fainted-Su Zhou had practiced for several months with a single blow, and he was able to penetrate an inch with a single blow, not to mention that he was a serious sweep. The screaming wind was much heavier than the king of fighters. , Even if this swordsman had spiritual protection, it couldn't stop such a blow.

At this point, everyone in the team declared that they had lost their combat effectiveness.

The battle is temporarily over.

It can be seen that Su Zhou has been standing on the black wooden stake from beginning to end, whether it is defense or attack, except for two more footprints about an inch deep on the entire black wooden stake, he hasn't even moved.

"Devil soldier, I will never let you take our lives to raise your undead roots!"

And seeing this scene, she wanted to swallow some pill that squeezed life potential, despair rose in the eyes of the female swordsman who was making the last fight, she resolutely took out a small knife from her waist and pointed it directly at herself. My heart stabbed away--then he was slapped fainted by Su Zhou who rushed over.

"No, what's the matter with these people? I didn't kill you, right? Why did I commit suicide?"

Throwing off the spear in his hand, and then inserting it back into the strap on his back, Su Zhou was so confused that he slowly knocked out three question marks and appeared above his head. He looked around-the monk's eyes turned white and his nostrils were still bleeding; The swordsman has a concussion, even the awakened one cannot wake up within a few hours, and the swordsman who wants to commit suicide is the same.

As for those who were planted upside down and submerged in the snow... Hey, they almost fainted. After all, although Su Zhou had reserved some strength at that time, he was not to the point of killing him. As for the old man who shot a crossbow at first, he was already Ran far away secretly.

"Really, what are you running..." Who knows if he feels distressed?After having to beat a group of warriors who shouldn't be bad guys, Su Zhou could only sighed, then raised his breath and shouted, "Don't run! Stop it!"

"Stop! Don't run!"