Su Yizhao stretched out his right hand.

But there is no gold medal in his right hand, but a silver flying sword.

"Boy! Haha, you actually want to resist!" The monk surnamed Tang laughed as if he saw an idiot, "Beat him into a cripple!"

With a thought in Su Yizhao's mind, his figure disappeared instantly.

Dzogchen "Leaping Technique".

In the Zi Mansion, the little soul figure suddenly stood up and moved his fingers hurriedly.

Suddenly, a solid soul arrow shot out of Zi Mansion.

Dzogchen "The Thorn of Ghosts".

In the sky, silver light flashed, traveling through the void in an instant.

Dzogchen "Earth Sword Technique".

While breathing, he took action with all his strength.

Before the monk surnamed Tang finished his words and closed his laughing mouth, he felt a twinge of pain in his mind and a cold feeling in his throat.

The monks present did not even blink when they saw half of the flying sword on the throat of monk surnamed Tang.

The blade of the flying sword gave off a hint of cold light.

A trace of blood flowed along the cold light.

It penetrates from the back of the neck and instantly pierces the trachea.

What's even more vicious is that half of the flying sword remains in the throat, blocking the blood-spurting trachea.

So, only a trace of blood came out.

Chi Xiangdong rubbed his eyes.

All the monks rubbed their eyes vigorously.

Is this the speed a Five God Realm monk should have?

Su Yizhao stood close behind the monk surnamed Tang, stretched out his right hand, and gently pinched the sword blade in front of his throat.

Only then did the monk surnamed Tang react and struggled instinctively.

"Don't move!" Su Yizhao said softly, "Look, you are bleeding!"

The flying sword was shaken, and a stream of blood came out!

"Who are you?" Chi Xiangdong flew backwards ten feet in shock.

Su Yizhao gently moved the flying sword, and immediately, blood surged out.

"Gold medal, beat him to a cripple!" He smiled at the monks around him, "Xiangdong, this is a good name, but the problem lies in this surname. Fellow Taoists, we have been sold, what should we do?"

"You dare to hurt others? Although Zhongzhou is big, there will never be a place for you!" A monk couldn't help roaring.

Su Yizhao frowned, tightened his grip on the flying sword, and pulled it out suddenly.

"Puff...!"

Instantly, blood spurted out.

He let go of his hand, and the monk surnamed Tang immediately fell to the ground.

"He killed Boss Tang! He didn't take action yet!" The monks around him were horrified and took action instantly.

Su Yizhao chuckled and said, "I don't like being threatened the most!"

His figure shook, and suddenly the sky was filled with silver light.

In the Zi Mansion, the soul villain stood up, pinched his fingers quickly, and shot out a stream of sharp arrows from the Zi Mansion.

Seventeen monks attacked him at the same time, using various mysterious weapons, soul attacks, and giant swords to hit him in an instant.

The figure instantly turned into ashes.

"Pfft, pfft...!"

Chi Xiangdong was so shocked that he couldn't help but step back step by step.

The soul attack was about to arrive in an instant, and all the monks were stunned for a moment. When they woke up, the silver light had passed through their foreheads.

Seventeen monks still retain the appearance of casting spells.

But in an instant, blood burst out from his forehead, his body went limp and he fell down immediately.

At this time, the mysterious weapons they sacrificed also fell to the ground at the same time.

"Puff puff......!"

The body fell down, revealing a monk in green clothes behind them, smiling at Chi Xiangdong.

The ten monks who were traveling with him were already dumbfounded.

Among them, the legs of the three monks who had provoked him became weak.

who is he?

The Xuanqi Sect’s gold medal law enforcement disciple is so terrifying?

"Who else?" Su Yizhao asked with his hands behind his back, "Who else wants to steal my gold medal?"

One breath, two breaths.

No one dares to answer!

With a slight movement of his hands, eighteen storage rings flew into his hands.

"Humans are the most dangerous. Dust will return to dust, dust will return to dust. Go in peace!" A small fireball appeared on his ten fingers. He blew it gently with his mouth and the fireball instantly fell on the corpse.

"Suddenly...!"

After more than ten breaths, there were only eighteen piles of ashes on the ground.

There were only eleven of them left in the entire vast world, as if that ship and those eighteen monks had never been there!

"As far as I know, there is nothing dangerous in this forest. Fellow Daoist Chi, can we leave?" Su Yizhao repeated what he had asked before.

Chi Xiangdong was forced to step backward by his eyes.

The other ten monks were also trembling. Who would have thought that there was such a monster in this team?

Moreover, we have been together for two whole years!

Su Yizhao waved to Chi Xiangdong, signaling him to come over.

Chi Xiangdong seemed to be out of control and actually walked towards him step by step.

What state is this?

Seven gods realm?

The ten monks next to him stared wide-eyed.

Yes, only the Seven God Realm can instantly kill eighteen Six God Realms.

Chi Xiangdong seemed to be still in shock, his eyes were dull, and he walked closer step by step.

After more than ten feet, a sudden change occurred.

I saw Chi Xiangdong punch hard.

It's only a few feet away, and you can reach it with just a raise of your fist.

The fist hit the chest without any surprise.

"Haha, Chi is dead anyway, I'll kill you first!" Chi Xiangdong succeeded with a punch and couldn't help but screamed.

But suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

His fist was seen passing through Su Yizhao's chest, but it was like hitting the air.

The smile on Su Yizhao's lips in front of him disappeared instantly.

"Void, phantom? This is impossible!" Chi Xiangdong turned his head and looked around.

Su Yizhao stood behind him and smiled again.

These two years have really not been in vain.

If you can't improve your realm, it's okay, just concentrate on trying to figure out magic.

This fifth-level "Leaping Technique" was forcibly polished to perfection by him.

A fifth-level spell!

Without the understanding of Tao, there will be no understanding of art.

How many people in this world can practice fifth-level magic to great perfection?

"I don't believe it!" Chi Xiangdong's eyes were red, as if he was crazy, his figure flashed, and he raised his fist to attack.

Su Yizhao wanted to try to punch him forcefully.
To be continued...