Chapter 58

Zhou Dingyun seemed to be greatly frightened, stood up suddenly, took a few steps back, touched the storage bag at his waist with his palms, narrowed his eyes, and looked solemn.

"Calm down, calm down!"

Zhou Dingyun comforted and said in his heart, "I am an eighth-level Qi practitioner. Compared with two years ago, I have been reborn, and I can still be frightened by a scholar? What kind of support can Su Zimo have?"

"Don't you drink?"

Su Zimo smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "If you don't drink, you will have no chance."

"Pretend!"

Zhou Dingyun shouted, slapped his palm on the storage bag, and directly took out a flying sword, his fingertips shot out a spiritual energy, and the light on the flying sword was brilliant.

Low-grade spirits.

"disease!"

Zhou Dingyun's flying sword was in his hand, and he instantly calmed down. He pointed forward, and the flying sword turned into a streamer and stabbed in front of Su Zimo in an instant!

Su Zimo didn't move, like an old monk entering meditation.

Feijian paused at the center of Su Zimo's eyebrows, and would stab in 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 grinned: "Su Zimo, if you kneel down and beg me now, I can still consider letting you go."

"I think you've got something wrong."

Su Zimo stretched out his palm, gently held the flying sword in front of him, and said calmly, "It's here, this season, it's this kind of night, it's the same two of us, but the ending won't be too different. Big change."

Seeing that Su Zimo actually used the palm of his hand to hold the sharp low-grade spiritual weapon, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help showing a trace of cruelty in his eyes.

How ignorant!

Su Zimo added: "If there is a change, it means that I let you go two years ago. But now, you can't leave."

"Damn it, I'm still uttering mad words, I will give up one of your palms first!"

Zhou Dingyun cursed loudly, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he manipulated the flying sword, twisting and spinning hard!

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

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, like a thunder on the ground, Zhou Dingyun was taken aback.

There is no imaginary flesh and blood flying.

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

What surprised Zhou Dingyun even more was that he had lost control of Feijian!

How could this be?

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

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

Su Zimo let go, and this low-grade spiritual tool turned into a pile of fragments and fell on the ground.

A low-grade spirit tool is so useless!

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

He finally realized that two years later, he had become an eighth-level Qi trainer, 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 change was too great, it was not him, but Su Zimo himself!

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

Zhou Dingyun couldn't understand for a while, why Su Zimo could shatter his low-grade spiritual weapon with his flesh and blood.

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

Now, he just wants to leave this place and stay away from Su Zimo as much as possible!

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

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

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

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

I saw that Su Zimo didn't get up in a hurry, but calmly drank the bowl of spirits on the stone table, then stood up, tied the long knife on the table to his waist, and put the quiver on his back. He picked up the blood-colored bow in his hand.

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

The wind whistled in his ears, and when it was blown by the wind, Zhou Dingyun couldn't help shivering.

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

Not far in front is the Canglang Mountains, it is pitch black, and the roar of spirit beasts can be heard faintly.

Zhou Dingyun let out a long sigh and finally felt relieved.

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

"Do you remember the oath you made when you knelt down to beg for mercy that night two years ago?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that he almost lost control of the flying sword, lost his balance, and fell from the air.

Su Zimo!

This voice is Su Zimo!

how is this possible?

How could he catch up?

Zhou Dingyun's face was pale, and he was sweating coldly. He urged Feijian to flee forward desperately, and looked back.

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

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

After thinking about this, Zhou Dingyun seemed to fall into the ice cellar in an instant, with cold all over his body.

Su Zimo's voice sounded again: "That night two years ago, you swore to God that if you were lucky enough to worship in the Immortal Sect in the future, you would never come to retaliate against me, or you would die."

"Heh... if that's the case, it's as you wish."

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

"do not!"

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

Woohoo!

More than a dozen sharp arrows arrived in an instant!

puff!

Zhou Dingyun felt a pain in his chest, as if he had lost something in his body.

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

"Ho ho!"

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

The blood was blurred there, and there was an extra blood hole the size of a bowl. His heart had been pierced by a dozen sharp arrows and taken away.

Arrows pierce the heart!

Everything seems to be destiny, already doomed.

The breeze was blowing, and a piece of green shirt fluttered in front of Zhou Dingyun's eyes.

Zhou Dingyun was lying on the ground, looking up at Su Zimo who was standing in front of him, with a strange smile on his face, he said vaguely: "I, I am Bixia... Gong, you, you kill me, You can't escape either, there will always be... one day, Canglang really...will find you..."

Su Zimo crouched down and said with a smile, "I don't have to wait until that day, I'll find him. You go first, the next one is Master Canglang!"

Hearing this sentence, Zhou Dingyun stopped breathing on the side of his head.

Su Zimo tore off the storage bag on Zhou Dingyun's waist and put it in his arms, then grabbed his body and threw it directly into the Canglang Mountains without going far.

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

Destroy the corpse.

No one would know what happened that night.

The third one is coming.