Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

The moment Su Zhou's words fell to the ground, Fang Fang was in an uproar.

"Out of the mountain?"

"This person wants to go back outside the mountain? Are you kidding me!"

"Didn't you come here specially to entertain Sajia?"

Su Zhou thought it was a normal question, but it aroused an extremely violent reaction from the other party.

The team who were originally just 'vigilant' changed their aura and became tense the moment Su Zhou said 'out of the mountain'. It seems that through this word, Su Zhou's suspicion was confirmed.

Everyone drew their swords and drew their weapons. Even if they were protected in the center, the old man who didn't look very good at martial arts pulled out a crossbow from nowhere and pointed it at him nervously.

——Su Zhou really felt that the other party might ejaculate with a flick of his hand.

"Not surprising."

As for the other party's reaction, he felt that even though it was a bit extreme, it was quite normal - after all, in the uninhabited Daxue Mountain, everyone would feel that something was wrong when he suddenly met a person like himself with a weapon blocking the way, right?

But I came here to stop the road and ask questions, and I didn't bring a weapon. If I encountered a violent bandit, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?

After all, this place is in the depths of Daxue Mountain, and it was very difficult for Su Zhou to meet a team that seemed to be locals. It was impossible for Su Zhou to let them go, especially when he confirmed that his own strength was superior, it would be most efficient to take the initiative to ask questions. How to do it—maybe too arrogant, but after observing the surrounding environment and the opponent's strength, Su Zhou felt that he had the capital to be arrogant.

"Everyone, calm down, I don't want to fight with you, I just ask for directions... okay."

At first, Su Zhou planned to try his best. He raised his hand and waved his spear to show that he was not hostile.

But then, he found that the group of people on the opposite side still didn't let down their vigilance or communicate at all, and even completely began to approach and surround them.

That being the case, he could only narrow his eyes, shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "There is no way, it seems that there is only one fight, I guessed that it would become like this, it is unavoidable."

"You're laughing, Su Zhou." Yala complained rather shamelessly, "Your bones are itching from practicing marksmanship for the past two months, and you can't wait for a fight."

"What nonsense, this is called testing the fighting power of the locals."

Su Zhou grinned, revealing eight snow-white teeth. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the barrel of the gun in his hand vibrated. During the infusion of spiritual power, the white cloth covering the tip of the gun instantly shattered, turning into strands of white cloth floating in the air, revealing the The ferocious and sacred spear head of the holy cross.

He looked around at the fourteen people who surrounded him, and said with a smile, "And after a fight, to prove my strength and goodwill, I can continue to ask questions."

But at this moment, when the team saw Su Zhou revealing his long spear, they immediately became overwhelmed.

"The jaws and tail thorns of the centipede of water purification!"

"The magic gun, this is the magic gun!"

"This man is indeed the secret guard of Emperor An Chaogou!"

"Recognize my weapon? That's right, the wood centipede should not be uncommon in the local area." Su Zhou could tell that this group of people might have been attacked by someone with a similar weapon before, so they were a little mentally sensitive—it seemed that they had misunderstood and deepened.

Without further words, in the next moment, in the forest of Daxue Mountain, fourteen people drew their swords together, and the three leaders of the team all stepped forward, swiping the swords and sticks in their hands, attacking from three directions at the same time!

In an instant, the previously noisy voices turned into silence, and the battle began from silence—a real life-and-death fight, except for the purpose of seizing people's minds and seizing the first opportunity, no one will talk much.

Su Zhou wanted to talk more nonsense, it was purely due to the habits of Internet trolls, and it was a bit uncomfortable not to force a few words before the battle.

But before he could open his mouth, Su Zhou closed his right eye, turned his head slightly, and a crossbow arrow hit the right side of his forehead with a strong wind—the arrowhead made of fine steel twisted and bent on the spot, and fell to the ground , while only a little white mark appeared on Su Zhou's forehead.

At this time, the three strongest members of the team, the bald monk wielding an iron rod, had already rushed forward from the front, at least the iron and wood stick weighing forty to fifty catties swept across from left to right, bringing out howling wind , the Buddha's voice recited, and the female swordsman wielding a thick-backed sword had also circled to Su Zhou's left.

Voldemort stick! Cut off the water knife!

And that young swordsman had already made a vertical leap. He condescendingly shot out eight round darts with blades, and then drew out his sword, with abundant internal strength, and stabbed at the head!

The combination of three people seems to be simple and straightforward, but in fact it involves left, right, up and down. This kind of coordination is definitely not a short-term effort. Even if the skill exceeds three people, they will be hacked to death if they are unprepared for a while.

But such a fierce attack seemed to be in slow motion in Su Zhou's eyes.

Faced with the left and right attacks, he raised his hands—his left hand was tied into a knife, and he swung it in front of him. With a crackling sound, all the darts were swept away by the strong wind. The air blade fell towards the swordsman's eyebrows, forcing the opponent to retreat and dodge.

At the same time, Su Zhou raised his right hand, and he didn't care about the swordsman's stab at his right eye. Not only did the seven-foot spear fail to block, but it struck the monk's throat directly, and the aura flashed , the translucent air blade added half a foot to the gun head, and it was faster.

——The Undead Demon Soldier is really brave and fearless of death!

He believed that Su Zhou was some kind of undead demon soldier. The monk who thought he was an ordinary person didn't want to be injured by the opponent. Brute force pressed the spear into the snow, disabling the opponent's weapon.

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

This is the legal school's secret 'Punishment Sword', filled with internal force, it is not only unstoppable, but also can hit the heart and mind, punishing both body and soul!

snap!

There was a crisp cracking sound, but it wasn't Su Zhou's skull that cracked, but the swordsman's four-foot straight sword—the sharpest point of the sword pierced into the flesh, but after touching the bone, it was directly broken by the two The strands collided with great force and broke!

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, because at this time Su Zhou, who had layers of triangular spiritual power structures on his head, didn't care about the stick stuck on his forehead. Breaking the tip of the sword, he exhaled and shouted, then swung his arms violently, swung the gun shaft, and the seven-foot spear quickly drew an irregular elliptical arc around his body, and the white gust of wind swept across the monk's body with great force. The iron rod swings away.

Hoo hoo!

Afterwards, the gale swept across, and the long spear after a round of rotation tilted together, sweeping the big knife slashed by the female swordsman who was approaching again from the left, and Pei Ran, who was enough to lift the wooden centipede into the air, swallowed and vomited it vigorously, directly killing it The whole person flew upside down into the air - the weight of women is still a bit disadvantageous.

"Hey!"

His heart tightened, in order to prevent Su Zhou from chasing the swordsman who was already wide open and could be killed with one move, the monk and the swordsman immediately yelled, stabbed forward with long sticks, and the broken sword cut obliquely from above. , all of them were swelled with internal energy and poured all their strength into trying to force Su Zhou back, and a crossbow arrow was shot from the rear team again, flying viciously towards Su Zhou's crotch.

But Su Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had expected these follow-up methods long ago. The muscles in his arms agitated, and with a swing of the big spear in his hand, the tip of the cross spear directly supported the swordsman's broken sword—then, he sank down, his wrist With one turn, the cross structure of the gun head gets stuck on the sword body.

He turned his waist to exert force, and swung the gun barrel downwards. He was holding a sword with a gun, and a person with a sword, and he wanted to throw the swordsman towards the monk!

At the same time, because Su Zhou's body sank, the crossbow arrow that was originally shot at his crotch hit his lower abdomen—and then got stuck in place. The arrow pierced through his clothes without even breaking the flesh in his abdomen.

"Brother Zhou!" "Continue!"

This monk is an honest person. In order not to hurt the swordsman who was thrown in front of him, 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, and he gave a light drink to remind the monk Continue to attack, then throw away the sword and leap, and after leaping far away with Su Zhou's strength, pull out the second soft sword from the belt around his waist again, and rush forward!

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

He is actually good at both soft and hard swordsmanship!

"Well done!"

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

Boom!

There was a muffled sound, and in the shocked expression on the monk's face, the long iron and wooden stick in his hand was directly blown away by inhuman force—the strength came from the bones, and the strength came from the tendons. This big gun was Su The exoskeleton of the day, and the spiritual power is the real long tendons.

And how strong is Su Zhou's muscles and bones?

Although this monk is tall and powerful, he is only a mortal body in the final analysis. How can he lift a car after recovering from his spiritual energy? In conversion, he has seven or eight thousand catties of strength with a random shake of his arms. Su Zhoubi, who has the strength of ten thousand catties? What's more, he also infused spiritual power.

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

But just like that, the whip-like gun barrel directly shattered the left cheekbone of the nearly two-meter-tall monk, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his nose and mouth, and the man turned around and staggered After taking a few steps back, he fell straight to the ground.

"The eagle dog of the dog emperor, die!"

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

But because of this, they shouted in grief and indignation, and in spite of their lives, they raised all their internal strength and continued to rush towards Su Zhou!

"Are people here so brave?"

At this moment, Su Zhou stretched out his hand, and casually pulled out the fragments of the sword tip that were stuck in the flesh. The flesh and blood squirmed and regenerated—because of the cold weather around him, his self-healing power dropped a lot, so that the sword tip was pulled out. When it came out, it brought up a little purple blood flower.

Seeing a group of people charging forward without fear even seeing his own force, he blinked, and he didn't understand what was going on, so he said loudly: "It's fine if you surrender, I won't kill people—then The bald head, I will cure him later..."

"Demon Guard! This self-healing speed is even faster than that of a Demon General!"

"Devil, how many people have you killed!"

But after seeing the scene of Su Zhou's rapid regeneration, what he said next was all ignored. Obviously, this abnormal phenomenon not only did not make them feel afraid, but also aroused the grief and anger of this group of people.

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

"...Could it be that super regeneration is also a standard configuration for their enemies? Or is there really something that they misunderstood me deeply? Is it the centipede crossgun head?"

Su Zhou felt very strange when he saw the other party's attitude of death. Unless he was a mortal enemy, this behavior was absolutely abnormal. He doesn't want to kill people now, and the demon-devouring master's supernatural power has not moved at all, which proves that the other party has not done such evil things as murder and arson.

But since the other party called again when he stopped, Su Zhou was not in the habit of holding back. In the face of those ordinary fighters who seemed to be not very proficient in the operation of spiritual power, he just stretched out his spear, shook and shook at will, and the force enough to overturn the car lifted these people into the air one by one, and then one by one Like rain, he fell headlong into the snow.

Even the white-haired swordsman didn't make three moves in his hands. In one-on-one, Su Zhou held the big gun, and the seven-foot long weapon distance advantage made the swordsman unable to get close no matter how urgent he was. With the infusion of spiritual power, the tip of his cross spear can shoot half-foot-long spiritual blades from several directions from time to time, and the opponent who is forcing him can only dodge again and again, exhausted.

After thinking about it, Su Zhou felt that it would be better not to delay too long, after all, the monk over there was a bit seriously injured - so he shook his arm, and the entire hardwood gun shaft was lifted like a lever, and the strong wind swept across the swordsman jaw.

Then the swordsman passed out - Su Zhou's air-split strike has been practiced for several months, and he can penetrate an inch with a casual strike, not to mention his serious sweep, the howling wind is much heavier than the King of Fighters' heavy punch , even if this swordsman has spiritual body protection, he can't block such a blow.

At this point, everyone in the team has been declared out of combat effectiveness.

The battle is temporarily over.

It can be seen that Su Zhou has been standing on the black wooden stake from the beginning to the end, whether it is defense or attack, except for two extra footprints about an inch deep on the entire black wooden stake, he has not even moved. He didn't take the initiative to do anything, and he didn't pursue him.

"Demon Soldier, I will never let you take our lives to feed your immortal roots!"

Seeing Su Zhou's overwhelming strength, she wanted to swallow some pills that squeezed the potential of life, but the eyes of the female swordsman who made the last effort were filled with despair, she took out a small short knife from her waist decisively, He stabbed directly at his heart——then he was slapped unconscious by Su Zhou who hurried over.

"What's the trouble with suicide?"

Swinging the long spear in his hand, and then inserting it back into the lanyard behind his back, Su Zhou sighed, and looked around—the monk's eyes were turned white, and his nostrils were still bleeding; It is also impossible to wake up, and the swordsman who wants to commit suicide is probably the same.

As for those who fell into the snow upside down... Alas, they basically fainted. After all, although Su Zhou had saved some strength at that time, it was not enough to kill him. Sneaked far away.

"Others are easy to talk about, but suicide is really unnecessary, right? I should be fine!"

Regarding this, Su Zhou could only let out another long sigh, then stepped up and chased after him: "The old man in front! Don't run!"

"Stop it!"

"I told you to stop! Don't run!"

To take care of some book friends, it has been revised.