Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

　　 It may be that he was born with ‘provocative ridicule’, so adding a little bit is really too high a reason.

　　 At the moment Su Zhou's voice landed, he was in an uproar at the convenience.

　　 "Out of the mountain?"

　　 "This person wants to go back to the mountain? What a joke!"

　　 "Are you here to entertain your family?"

All in all, Su Zhou's response that he felt was normal, but it aroused an extremely fierce response from the other party and the group-just after hearing the'out of the mountain', everyone drew their knives and swords, took out their weapons, even if they were protected in the center. , The old man who seemed to be not very good at martial arts did not know where to pull out a crossbow, and nervously aimed at him.

　　 Su Zhou really felt that the opponent might shoot out with a shake of his hand.

　　 "Hey, guys, calm down, I don't want to fight you, just ask for a way... OK."

At first, Su Zhou also raised his spear and waved it, seeming to want to show that he was not hostile, but found that the group of people on the opposite side still hadn't put down the alert, and even started to be surrounded completely, he could only squint his eyes and shrugged helplessly: "Oh, it seems I can only do it once."

　　 "You're laughing, Su Zhou." Yala spit out rather shamelessly: "The bones of your marksmanship training have been itchy in the past two months. I want to fight."

　　 "What nonsense, this is called testing the combat effectiveness of the locals."

Su Zhou grinned, revealing eight snow-white teeth, and then shook his wrist, and the gun in his hand shook, and the white cloth covering the spear head suddenly shattered and turned into strands of white cloth floating in the air, revealing that. The ferocious and sacred spear head with the cross sacred pattern.

　　 He looked around at the fourteen people surrounded by him, and said with a smile: "Knock them all to the ground first, so I can also ask questions."

　　 At this moment, when the team saw Su Zhou revealing his spear, it immediately boiled.

　　 "The jaws and tail spurs of the Centipede of Purifying Water!"

　　 "Magic spear, this is a magic spear!"

　　 "This person is indeed the guard of Emperor An Chaogou, kill him!"

　　 There are no more words. In the next instant, in the snowy mountains and forests, fourteen people all drew their swords. The team led the three of them all stepped on, swinging swords and sticks in their hands, attacking from three directions at the same time!

　　 In an instant, the previous noisy voice turned into silence, and the battle began in silence-a real life-and-death fight, except for the purpose of seizing the mind and seizing the opportunity at the beginning, no one would talk too much.

　　 Su Zhou wanted to talk more nonsense. It was purely due to the habit of Internet spouts. It was a bit uncomfortable not to force a few words before the battle.

　　 But before he could speak, Su Zhou's head suddenly moved to the left. A crossbow arrow with a strong wind swept across his original forehead, hitting the pine wood on the back, and the arrow tail buzzed.

At the same time, the team's strongest three, the bald monk who made the iron rod stepped forward from the front, let alone the forty or fifty catties heavy iron wooden rod and swept across the waist from left to right, bringing out the howling wind. , The Buddhist sound recitation, the female swordsman with the thick-backed sword has also circled to the left of Su Zhou, she side-handed with the knife and slapped, bringing out a touch of spirituality from the bottom to the top.

　　 Fu magic stick! Broken water knife!

　　 And that young swordsman had already taken a vertical leap. He shot eight darts with sharp edges, and then drew it out with a sword, taking Peiran's internal strength, and stabbing it immediately!

　　 Three people strike together. It seems simple and straightforward, but in fact it encompasses the left and right, up and down. This coordination is by no means a momentary effort. Even if the skill exceeds three people, they will be hacked to death if they are not prepared for a while.

　　 But such a fierce attack, in Su Zhou's eyes, it was like slow motion.

Facing the left and right strikes, he raised his hands-his left hand was tied into a knife, and he flicked it in front of him. With a crackle, all the darts were swept away by the strong wind, and there was even an arc of air. The blade slashed between the knife guest's eyebrows, and the opponent had to retreat and dodge.

At the same time, Su Zhou raised his right hand, and regardless of where the swordsman pierced his right eye, not only did the seven-foot spear not stop and fail, but it came first and pierced directly at the monk’s throat, and the aura flashed. , The translucent air blade adds another half a foot to the tip of the gun, and then a bit faster.

　　—The Undead Demon Soldier is really bold and not afraid of death!

Believing that Su Zhou is an undead soldier, a monk who considers himself an ordinary person does not want to be injured in exchange for life by the opponent. With a wave of his arms, the iron rod is swept around, sticking to Su Zhou’s spear, wanting to rely on it. Brute force pressed the spear into the snow, and abolished the opponent's weapon.

　　 And the swordsman had already stabbed with a sword, and there was a flash of light on the tip of the sword. Su Zhou could only move his head slightly at this time, and the sword directly hit his forehead with a scream!

　　This is the secret "Xing Sword" of the Fa school. It is poured with internal force. It is not only unstoppable, but also can strike people's minds and souls, and punish both body and soul!

　　 Snap!

There was a crisp cracking sound, but it was not Su Zhou’s skull that cracked. Instead, it was the swordsman’s four-foot straight sword—the sharpest point of the sword pierced into the flesh and blood, but after touching the bone, it was directly because of the two strands. Break through a big collision!

Not only was the attack ineffective, but even the weapon was broken. This obviously shocked the swordsman, but it was the monk who was even more shocked. At this time, Su Zhou, with layers of triangular spiritual power on his head, didn't care about what was stuck on his forehead. Breaking the tip of the sword, he directly exhaled, then swung his arms fiercely, slammed the barrel of the spear, and the seven-foot spear quickly drew an irregular elliptical arc around him. The white gust of wind swept across him and directly attacked the monk’s. The iron rod swings away.

　　Huhu!

Afterwards, the gale swept through, and the spears that had rotated in a circle were raised together, swiping the broad knife that was smashed by the female swordsman who was approaching on the left side again, enough to pick up the wood centipede, and Pei Ran vigorously swallowed it and vomited it directly. The whole person picked it up and flew into the air-women's weight still suffers a bit.

　　 "Hey!"

In order to prevent Su Zhou from chasing after the knife man who was already empty and could kill with one move, the monk and the swordsman immediately shouted, the long stick pierced forward, and the broken sword slashed upwards. , There was a swelling of internal energy, full of energy, to force Su Zhou to retreat, and a crossbow arrow shot out from the rear ranks again, and flew viciously under Su Zhou's crotch.

But Su Zhou squinted slightly, as if he had anticipated these follow-up methods a long time ago. His arm muscles were agitated, the big spear in his hand swung, and the crossed spear head directly held the swordsman's broken sword. Then, his body sank with his wrist Turn, the cross structure of the gun head jammed the sword body.

　　 His waist turned to exert force, and the barrel of the gun was swung downwards. He used the spear to carry the sword and the sword to lead the person, and he wanted to throw the swordsman at the monk!

　　At the same time, because Su Zhou's body sank, the crossbow arrow that had originally shot under the crotch hit his lower abdomen—then it stuck in place, and the arrow shot through the clothes without breaking the flesh and blood in his abdomen.

　　 "Brother Huo Chou!" "Continue!"

This monk is a sincere man. In order not to hurt the swordsman who was thrown face to face, he actually wanted to put down the long stick in his hand and catch the opponent with his hands, but the swordsman also reacted at this time. He gave a soft drink to remind the monk. Continue to attack, and then abandon the sword by himself and jump away. With Su Zhou's power, he leaped far away, then pulled out the second soft sword from the waist belt again, and leaped forward in a fit!

The man's soft sword flicked, and the cold light pierced Su Zhou's face like a wave. Compared with the hard sword's piercing armor, this soft sword directly flattened Su Zhou's five senses and seven orifices. Go straight into the skull!

　　He is actually good at both soft and hard swordsmanship!

　　 "Good job!"

　　 But at this time, with a loud shout, Su Zhou's gun and the monk's stick were already facing each other!

　　嘭!

With a muffled sound, in the monk's expression of shock and astonishment, the iron-wood long stick he held in his hand was directly shaken by the inhuman force-the force came from the bones, and the strength came from the tendons. This big gun was Su Zhou. The outer bones, and the spiritual power is the genuine long tendons.

　　 And how solid are Su Zhou's bones?

Although this monk is tall and majestic, but in the final analysis, he is just a mundane body. How can he lift up the car after resuscitating his aura? Converting his arms to shake at random, he has seven or eight thousand jins of strength. A little serious is even more important. The power of Su Zhou than the strength of ten thousand catties? What's more, he was also infused with spiritual power.

Snapped! The air was cracked, and the spear flew with an iron rod, like a whip-Su Zhou didn't want to kill, so he just lightly slapped the opponent with the front bar of the gun.

But just like this, the barrel of the gun that was usually drawn by a whip directly smashed the left cheek bone of the monk who was nearly two meters tall, and a mouthful of blood came out of his nose and mouth, and the person turned around and staggered. After stepping back a few steps, he fell straight to the ground.

　　 "The dog emperor's eagle dog, die!"

　　 It sounds very long, but in fact the fight was only a few seconds. At this time, other talents had just gathered around-they saw the miserable appearance of the monk, and saw that the strongest three were not the enemy of each other.

　　 But because of this, they yelled in grief and anger, ignoring their lives, raising their internal energy, and continuing to rush towards Su Zhou!

　　 "Wow, are people here so brave?!"

At this moment, Su Zhou stretched out his hand and randomly pulled out the fragments of the sword tip stuck in the flesh, and the flesh and blood squirmed to regenerate—because of the cold weather around, his self-healing power dropped a lot, so that the tip of the sword was pulled out. At that time, it brought up a little purple glowing blood.

Seeing a group of people charging forward without fear even when he saw his own force, he blinked, and some did not understand what was going on: "It's fine for you to surrender, I don't kill people-the bald head, I will wait for a while. Will heal him..."

　　 "Magic! This self-healing speed, even a magician!"

　　 "Devil, how many people did you kill!"

　　 But after seeing Su Zhou's rapid rebirth, everything he said next was ignored. And this abnormal phenomenon not only didn't make them feel afraid, but it aroused the anger and anger of this group of people.

The swordsman yelled and rushed forward again. Even the female swordsman who seemed to be flashing after being picked up, struggled to stand up, took out a few pills from her pocket, with a determined expression on her face. To swallow.

　　 "...Is my performance too like a villain? Or is there something I really misunderstood by them? Is it self-healing, or is it a centipede cross spearhead?"

　　 Seeing the other party's view of death as home, Su Zhou was really a bit dazed. He really didn't want to kill anyone. The demon devourer's magical powers did not move at all, which proved that the other party had not done such evil things as killing good and arson at least.

　　 But since the opponent has all come over, Su Zhou has no habit of keeping his hands. In the face of ordinary warriors who seem to be not even proficient in the operation of spiritual power, he just stretched out his spear, flicked and shook at will, enough power to tip the car over and flew these people one by one into the air, and then one by one. It was raining, and fell into the snow in the posture of upside down onion.

Even the swordsman with the white temples did not make three moves in his hands. One-on-one, Su Zhou held the big spear, and the seven-foot long weapon distance advantage made the swordsman unable to get close no matter how urgent he was. With the instillation of spiritual power, his cross spear head can shoot half-foot-long spiritual blades from several directions from time to time, and the opposing opponent can only dodge again and again, and is exhausted.

After thinking about it, Su Zhou feels that it’s better not to delay for too long. After all, the monk over there was injured a bit severely. If he really died, it would be his fault—so his arm shook, and the whole hardwood gun barrel was like a lever. With a sudden lift, the strong wind swept across the swordsman's chin.

Then the swordsman fainted-Su Zhou had practiced for several months with a single blow, and he could penetrate an inch with a single blow. UU reading www.uukanshu.com, let alone a serious sweep, the wind whistling is better than the king of fighters. Heavy punches are much heavier, even if this swordsman has spiritual protection, it can't stop such a blow.

　　 At this point, everyone in the team has declared that they have lost their combat effectiveness.

　　The battle is temporarily over.

　　 I can see that Su Zhou has been standing on the black wooden stake from beginning to end, whether it is defense or attack, except for two more footprints about an inch deep on the entire black wooden stake, he hasn't even moved.

　　 "Magic soldier, I will never let you take our lives to raise your undead roots!"

And seeing this scene, she wanted to swallow some pill that squeezed life potential, despair rose in the eyes of the female swordsman who made the last fight, she resolutely took out a small short knife from her waist and pointed it directly at herself. My heart stabbed away--then I was slapped and fainted by Su Zhou who rushed over.

　　 "No, what's the matter with these people? I didn't kill you, right? Why did you commit suicide?"

Throwing the spear in his hand, and then inserted it back on the **** his back. Su Zhou was so confused that he slowly knocked out three question marks and appeared above his head. He looked around-the monk's eyes were turned white and his nostrils were still bleeding; the swordsman. Concussion, even the awakened person will not be able to wake up within a few hours, and the swordsman who wants to commit suicide is the same.

As for those who were planted upside down and submerged in the snow... alas, they almost fainted. After all, although Su Zhou saved a little bit of strength at that time, he was not to the point of killing him. As for the old man who shot a crossbow at first, he had already secretly attacked by this time. Ran a long way.

　　 "Really, what are you running..." Who knows that I feel distressed? After having to attack a group of warriors who shouldn't be bad guys, Su Zhou could only sigh, then raised his breath and shouted: "Don't run! Stop it!"

　　 "Stop! Don't run!"