Even if he breaks his brain, he can’t imagine how terrible power Su Mo’s blood contains.
This kind of poisonous poison that can turn the ancient legacy into the Sumo body is washed away by the mighty blood of terror and instantly turns into shape!
Others regard the poison gate as a deep hole, but the threat to Su Mo is not too great.
Can threaten his poisonous door seven unique skills!
"Du, isn’t it? You don’t have to wait for the poison monk to come back. He has fallen in the north city strip!"
Su Mo strode homicidal toward Du Xing and said, "Besides, my sister’s life worries have disappointed you!"
Du eyes gradually coldly looking at Sue ink is coming near suddenly stamping stamping.
Su Mo’s warning signs flashed in his heart, and the soft floor suddenly collapsed!
At this time, it is impossible to offer flying swords again.
Behind Teng Di’s Su Mo, a pair of huge spiritual wings are stretched out!
Although the foot is one thing, it can soar.
Whoosh whoosh!
A fine crack sounded so small that it would not have been heard if Su Mo had not got through the ear.
Just at the moment when the foot floor collapsed, a poisonous needle as thin as an ox hair was shot from the dark, which was the poison gate’s seven unique skills and a heart-chasing stab!
Su Mo has the spirit to warn him that he has flapped his wings in the first step and killed Du in the depths of the hall.
A blue, heart-stabbing Su Mo missed by a hair!
At the entrance of the main hall, many monks from Poison Gate poured in and offered their own spirit wares.
Most of Brother Poison’s weapons are strange weapons. The only thing in common is that all the weapons are coated with a poisonous layer, which reflects colorful light in the sunlight.
Su Mo’s figure is still in the middle, and the palm of his hand took a photo in the bag.
Hum!
Ten extremely flying swords with handles were sacrificed, and the blade trembled and the light shone brightly, and generate showed all his abilities.
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh
Ten flying swords with handles galloped by in the middle, leaving a series of firm but gentle array lines of light emerging more and more clearly.
Candle shines on the sword array!
Su Mogen didn’t leave a hand, and at first, it was the strongest way to cultivate immortality.
Even if ten extremely flying swords don’t form a sword array, the explosive force is scary enough, and the situation is even worse.
Su Mo has stepped into the six-pulse building foundation, and the power of the sword array has also increased. Even the ordinary seven-pulse building foundation can’t bear the sword array war!
Brother Poison Gate lies in poison.
Its real strength is similar to that of ordinary monks.
"Go!"
Su Mo pointed back and dismissed one lightly.
Ten flying swords are gathered together, and the tips of the swords are uniformly outward to form a huge sword-shaped disc, which is like a hot sun blooming. Ten firm but gentle swords are blazing and dazzling.
Sword array instantly crashed into the crowd behind him and tore a huge gap!
In the poison gate, the highest cultivation is just a seven-pulse building foundation, which can resist the impact of the candle shining on the sword array and instantly arouse clouds of blood fog, limbs and broken arms flying around.
Many poison monks’ lives are hanging by a thread, so you have to poison Su Mo!
While throwing out the candle to shine on the sword array, Su Mo’s right hand pulled out a huge slender bloody spirit knife from the bag, which exuded all the ferocity!
Bang bang!
The blade vibrates and gives a murderous look, Jin Ge.
In an instant, Su Mo had already rushed to Du Shen’s front wheel, and the blood quenching knife fell from the sky and shouted, "Give me life!"
Chapter four hundred and three Life for life
In the face of Su Mo’s fierce and sharp knife, Du looked calm and his eyes flashed a retreat. At the same time, the cuffs were thrown towards Su Mo, and a purple-blue powder was scattered head on.
Poison gate seven unique one purple rot ptomaine!
Numerous tianjiao have emerged since ancient times, and they are much stronger than the poison monk in the same order, but there are still many tianjiao who died of purple rot and ptomaine.
Every trick of the Poison Gate is made up of several bones.
What other poisonous sumo feared.
But for this purple rot ptomaine Su Mo also dare not careless.
Su Mo recalled that he had realized the potential of the knife in the sea of mountains and spirits.
Hua!