Chapter 912 Assassination!

After a brief silence, there was an uproar!

Kick, kick, kick!

Several Tiangang Sect disciples who were following Cheng Peng quickly ran over and helped Cheng Peng up. They all glared at Su Zimo, but they looked fearful and did not dare to step forward.

Cheng Peng ended up like this under this sword energy. When they stepped forward, who could resist?

"Let's go!"

There was no color on Cheng Peng's face, and he was so angry that he gasped: "Go back to the sect and report this matter!"

Several Tiangang Sect disciples did not hesitate, helped Cheng Peng leave Yingxian Restaurant, attracted a cloud of auspicious clouds, and galloped away into the distance.

"Who is this person? Judging from his Taoist uniform, it seems that he is not a monk from the Bailian Sect?"

"It must be a Sword Sect monk!"

"Yes, the only people who can cultivate such terrifying sword energy are the descendants of the Sword Sect!"

"It's just that this person is very familiar. I haven't seen him before. Could he be a genius who has risen recently?"

The group of cultivators were talking and pointing.

Nangong Ling clearly felt that some powerful auras that were approaching this place had stopped, and he seemed to be shocked by the scene just now!

"Go, get out of here!"

Su Zimo put away the Heavenly Sword Art, put it in his arms, stood up, jumped, and arrived on the long street.

Nangong Ling and the others hurriedly followed closely behind.

Many monks who were watching under the restaurant suddenly dispersed, looking at Su Zimo with eyes full of curiosity, awe, and hostility.

Su Zimo looked as usual and walked forward quickly.

After walking far away, Nangong Ling and the others gradually recovered.

Ruxuan ran a few steps quickly and said in high spirits, "Uncle Master, that sword of yours is so cool! What's your name? Can you teach it to me?"

Even Nangong Ling couldn't help but be curious, and asked via voice transmission: "Uncle Master, have you ever practiced in the Sword Sect?"

Su Zimo didn't answer and just walked forward quickly.

This time, Nangong Ling was not angry.

After experiencing this incident, he looked at Su Zimo with a little more awe.

With just one sword energy, it was not possible for just anyone to destroy the genius ranked fifteenth on the list of visions.

"Uncle Junior, don't walk so fast!"

Ruxuan looked excited, with no fear in her eyes. She jumped behind Su Zimo and said through the voice:

"Little Master Uncle, you know this kind of swordsmanship, what are we afraid of? In this Fengyun City, we can't just walk sideways! Humph!"

"Uncle Junior Master, don't worry. We are cultivators of the Hundred Refiners Sect after all. Taoist Huixu will definitely not use his power to bully the small ones and take action against us."

"If there is a Nascent Soul True Lord who doesn't open his eyes and still wants to grab the lava crystal, just move your finger and slash it with a sword energy, swish, swish!"

Ruxuan became more and more excited as she talked, and started making gestures with her hands.

Su Zimo suddenly said: "This sword energy is extremely draining. I can only release it this time in a short period of time."

This was not Su Zimo's false words to scare Ru Xuan.

The Heavenly Sword Art is one of the three great sword art in ancient times!

Even though Su Zimo had only scratched the surface of his understanding, with his cultivation at the Nascent Soul Realm, it was already overloading him to release this sword energy.

If his spiritual energy had not been condensed far beyond the same level, he would have been injured by the sword energy before it was released!

Hearing Su Zimo's answer, Ruxuan instantly shrank and did not dare to speak out.

Of course, what Su Zimo is worried about is not the person plotting the lava crystal, but some existence hidden in the darkness!

Su Zimo had a hunch that they had been targeted by a more terrifying enemy!

We must get out of here as soon as possible!

"Hey, you got a valuable treasure, do you want to escape?"

"Haha, I heard that you got the lava crystal. What a coincidence. I also need this stone."

In the crowd, a strange and strange voice suddenly came from the crowd.

"Who is hiding his head and showing his tail!"

Nangong Ling's eyes were as bright as fire, he shouted and looked around!

The crowd backed away.

But Nangong Ling looked around, but couldn't find anyone who spoke provocatively!

It seems that everyone is similar, and everyone seems to be different.

"Haha, you are worthy of being number eighty-three on the list of visions. It's so majestic."

"What's the use of prestige? You're not just a loser, you have to be protected by others."

"Hey, that green-shirted sword cultivator, what's your relationship with these three Hundred Refining Sect cultivators? I advise you, it's best not to have anything to do with them."

"The Bailian Sect is about to be removed from the four major side sects! I estimate that it will be destroyed soon, hehehehe!"

This joking voice sounded again, but the direction was still changing, and it was impossible to determine the location of this person!

Nangong Ling and the others were furious when they heard this, but they could only worry.

Su Zimo was on his way when his footsteps suddenly stopped, his body flashed, he jumped directly into the crowd next to him!

"Get out of here!"

Su Zimo's eyes were like lightning. He stretched out his palm and spread his fingers, as if to block the sun, and grabbed a monk in the middle of the crowd.

This person has an ordinary figure and appearance. There is really nothing out of the ordinary about him. He is the kind of person who can be looked at and forgotten in an instant.

But for such an ordinary monk, after seeing Su Zimo take action, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he laughed strangely: "You can actually find my traces with friendly means!"

This person did not stand up to Su Zimo at all. He turned over and retreated, his body movements were agile and his speed was extremely fast.

"Unfortunately, it's too late!"

This person said something meaningful.

At the same time, on the other side of the crowd, an inconspicuous figure was quickly approaching Nangong Ling and the others!

The monk's face was expressionless, his eyes were calm, and he didn't even show any murderous intent!

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes, and there was a sound in the bones in his body. His outstretched arm suddenly rose three feet, and instantly landed on top of the fleeing monk's head, grabbing it hard!

Poof!

Under Su Zimo's palm, this person's Heavenly Spirit Cap was smashed into pieces like a piece of tofu, his soul was extinguished, and he was dead on the spot!

When Nangong Ling and the others saw this scene, they felt agitated and suddenly felt an unprecedented killing intent!

The next moment, the three people saw a flash of sword light in their eyes.

too fast!

At some point, an inconspicuous monk appeared next to them.

This person took out a slender soft sword from nowhere and took action directly!

There is no doubt that this was a desperate assassination!

This person's combat power may not be as good as Nangong Ling's.

But after the sword was released, Nangong Ling could only wait for death, watching helplessly as the sword wiped his throat!

He seemed to be able to see his throat being slit, and scarlet blood spurting out, spreading all over the long street!

The seven sects of the Demon Sect, the Hidden Killing Sect!

The only person who can achieve such an assassination without any flaws and even make people feel desperate is the monks of the Hidden Killing Sect who are astonishing!

It must be said that this assassination was carefully prepared.

First, a person lured Su Zimo away.

Another person lurks over, launches a fatal blow, kills people and seizes the treasure!

The whole process is almost flawless.

It's a pity that they really underestimated one person!

Just when this sword light was about to cut through Nangong Ling's throat, it suddenly dissipated!

The long sword was exposed.

It was only a few feet away from Nangong Ling's throat, and the sharp edge of the sword even cut off the hair on Nangong Ling's neck!

At this time, the sword was suspended in mid-air, motionless.

One end was held in the hand of the Hidden Killing Sect monk.

The other end was clamped by two slender white fingers and remained motionless!

Thank you Yi, my name is Hang Chuan, I will reward you without being funny~