Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 166 Blood Like The Tide

Three points of black mang cut through the void, almost came in a blink of an eye, chilling!

The monk in the black robe had kept the forward cast, and had no time to think about it. His legs suddenly bent, kneeling on the ground, and the whole person leaned back hard.

The monk in the black robe hid in such a way, and everyone behind him was suddenly stricken.

puff! puff! puff!

The sound of sharp arrows stabbing flesh and blood continued to sound, a group of beautiful blood flowers flashed, screaming one after another, the crowd sitting in a ball, chaotic.

Due to inertia, the monk in black robe slid forward on both knees, and the hem of the robe shattered and covered with dust.

The monk in black robes sat up, straightened his body, and between his eyes there was a faint blood stain, very conspicuous.

Although the monk in the black robe had responded quickly, it was still a little slower, and his arrows were cut through his eyebrows.

The pupils of the monk in black robes became as dark as ink, and even the white eyes were covered with a layer of black mist.

Before the monk in black robes finished speaking, he heard a voice from the fork.

"Shut up."

The voice seemed impatient, with a commanding tone.

The monk in black robe was so angry that no one could order him here!

The monk in the black robe was about to finish the words `` must die without doubt '', and a little cold light emerged, with a whining sound, a sharp arrow shot!

The monk in the black robe had just arrived at his mouth, but had to stumble back, and his straight body just lay down again.

puff! puff! puff!

The monks behind him suffered again.

At the fork.

Pink skirt girl and Yan Fei have escaped.

Seeing Su Zimo's bow-and-arrow shooting, the girl's willow eyebrow gradually rose, grinding her teeth, and staring at her eyes and asking, "Su Zimo, weren't you afraid of firing just now?"

Su Zimo glanced coldly at the girl in a pink skirt, and did not speak, and stretched out her finger to the other side, motioning them to go that way.

The girl in a pink skirt bit her red lips and whispered, "Remember your mission, you need to take care of me!"

Su Zi's face was expressionless, looking at the fork in the monk's side, and suddenly asked, "Is there a demon in the gate?"

"Yes, they are disciples!"

The girl in a pink skirt quickly nodded.

"Oh."

Su Zimo responded, glanced at the girl in pink skirt, and said lightly, "I never give way to people in the magic gate, see one, kill one!"

Su Zimo really hated the magic gate.

The Happiness Sect in Yan Kingdom was not the right way, and he even witnessed the cruel means of the people in the magic gate, Lin Fengcheng, a whole hundred thousand innocent people, all died!

Su Zimo's sentence may not seem to matter, but he seems to have pointed otherwise.

The girl in the pink skirt flickered in her eyes and said with a smile, "That's not necessarily true."

Su Zimo kept his mouth shut, put the blood crystal bow on his back, and pulled the cold moon knife from his waist toward the branch road not far away.

The monk in black robes rushed out with a black bone gun, and was seeing a scholar-like blue-shirt monk approaching him, with a large **** bow slung across his body, and an arrow pot on his back, with a long handle in his hand. Knife.

"Is it the archer?"

The monk in black robe had bright eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and there was a hint of cruelty in his eyes. He stepped forward and pierced his gun!

The bone gun was swaying with anger, and it was dark as ink, and it was about to spray out.

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

Su Zimo's look remained unchanged, his wrists turned, and Han Yuedao stunned upwards.

when!

The bone gun was swung open by Han Yuedao.

"Ok?"

The monk in a black robe whispered, his face stunned, and a secret whispered in his heart: "Where is this person coming from?"

He never expected that when he met a monk here, he could not only block his bone gun, but also swing him away!

You should know that of the seven magic gates, there are only three gates that have the true inheritance of refined refining. The strongest is the Overlord Hall, followed by their shamanism, and the last is the hidden kill gate.

Although the other four Demon disciples also exercised the body, they only used the aura and spiritual power to temper the flesh.

This is the most common and common technique of hardening.

Such monks are far from melee compared to true masters.

As a demon in this world, the monk in black robes need not say much about the power of melee.

Before entering this place, the monk in the black robe thought about this inheritance. There are only two people worthy of his attention. One of them is the demon of the Overlord Palace, and the other is the secret killing door demon.

In front of this blue shirt scholar, of course, can not be the devil of the Overlord Palace.

Although the Hidden Gate Demon is called the Thousand-faced Assassin, no one has seen his true appearance, but his weapon remains the same. It is the inherited weapon of the Hidden Gate, named Assassin's Blade!

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

"Oh!"

Su Zimo slashed his bone gun, Han Yuedao kept on, chopped forward, and chopped down on the monk's cheek!

Before the knife arrived, chill into the body!

If the body of the monk in black robes had been tempered with reiki and evil spirits all year round, I am afraid that the body would become rigid under the envelope of this sword.

"So strong!"

The monk in black robes did not dare to carelessly, and hurried back to avoid the knife.

At this moment, other monks of Disha Church swarmed from the fork and surrounded Su Zimo.

"Oh, unfortunately, you have such a good skill, but you are going to die here!"

The monk in a black robe laughed and twirled his blood, his eyes suddenly turned black and dark, without any whiteness!

The monk in the black robe exudes a faint sense of evil.

Su Zimo looked as usual, shaking the long knife in his hand, and the blood in his body was about to move.

"I'll make you die today!"

The monk in the black robe shouted, the power of the blood burst, and he rushed up again. The bone gun trembled in his hands. A huge arc appeared.

There were crowds of sectarian monks next to it.

"Hehehe ..."

Su Zimo laughed, his eyes were full of murderous intentions!

"Wow! Wow!"

There was no laughter, and the sound of the tide suddenly heard in the ears of the monks in black robes.

And the sound of the tide actually originated from the body of this monk in blue!

"what?"

"This is the sound made when carrying blood!"

"Good blood, isn't it ... this is the legendary state of 'blood like the sea'?"

Everyone was shocked and discolored.

In the practice of refining, there are differences between superior and inferior.

The so-called best practice of body refining is nothing but flesh and bones.

And the refining technique that can remove the marrow and exchange blood is superior!

When it comes to superior body refining techniques, a realm is mentioned in the marrow exchanging blood, which is 'blood like lead and mercury', which means that every drop of blood in the body is as heavy, tough, and round as lead and mercury. powerful!

This is a very high state in the exchange of blood and it is difficult to reach.

On top of blood such as lead and mercury, there is a more nihilistic realm, which is blood like tides!

According to legend, once the practitioners in this state carry blood, the surge of the tide will be heard in the body, raging and violent, and the explosive power will be amazing!

Every time such a monk takes a shot, he will carry the atmosphere of the tide, as if to destroy the world, unstoppable, extremely terrifying!

(End of this chapter)