I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

Su Zhuo finally started to escape, and the void split open again under her feet, leading to another space.

Her figure flashed by, and the colorful magic spells fell into thin air behind her.

The quasi-immortal had an idea and immediately chased after him.

Su Zhuo did not escape in a hurry.

This was the first time she had to deal with a situation like this, and it took her some time to find the way to deal with it that saved the most spiritual energy.

She had to deal with multiple quasi-immortals at the same time, so the methods she used were naturally different from those used by the Sword Immortal's clone when dealing with quasi-immortals.

The Sword Immortal's clone dealt with the siege of quasi-immortals, and the biggest scene was under Qin Yilu's heavenly tribulation.

When many quasi-immortals take action, they will consider defending against the residual power of the heavenly tribulation and cannot devote their full attention, fearing that they will attract the attention of the heavenly tribulation. Moreover, they are afraid of Qin Yilu and only think about keeping their trump cards when facing her. They are not as ruthless as these few people.

Not to mention the rest.

Now these quasi-immortals did not hold back, which made Su Zhuo feel that they were still difficult to defeat.

At the same time, the quasi-immortal also felt that Su Zhuo was difficult to defeat.

How can a person in the Void Realm be so tricky?

Suddenly, there was a violent disturbance.

A strong quasi-immortal roared, the sky and the earth darkened, the pressure was overwhelming, and everyone else retreated.

The quasi-immortal form blocked the brilliance of the sun in the sky, standing upright, with a big palm carrying a strong wind towards Su Zhuo.

The immortal technique brewed a hurricane, like a sharp blade that blocked Su Zhuo's escape direction, and there was murderous intent everywhere.

After a long period of maneuvering, Su Zhuo was inevitably injured, and blood was flowing from the new and old wounds, soaking into his robes.

As long as the spiritual power remains, the robe will recover on its own, but bloodstains will occasionally appear, and the blood will flow down her wrist to the sword.

The falling sword edge was stained with a lot of immortal blood.

Su Zhuo couldn't help laughing, and suddenly realized.

When she first saw the scene of the inheritance of the God of War, the power that followed her like a shadow and as colorful as the setting sun, turned out not to be divine power, but lingering blood.

This is the most fundamental way of fighting.

What you rely on is not the blood of others, but your own.

Several quasi-immortals joined forces with all their might, and their spiritual power was so heavy that it was enough to make people unable to even raise their hands.

Hu Ling had been standing by and watching, but now she could no longer hold back and reminded him, "Su Zhuo, suppress him with the Mountain and River Seal!"

"No need for now." Su Zhuo was distracted for only a moment, and before the quasi-immortal's Dharma image appeared completely, the thought of responding popped up in his mind.

Killing him will solve the problem.

The lake spirit was silent.

Su Zhuo raised his sword and slashed forward. His figure was unpredictable and the sword energy was like a rainbow. The huge palm of the quasi-immortal was cut in half, accompanied by loud shouts of astonishment.

A vague pressure of the Tao emerged from her sword energy, and the void was completely destroyed before her sword. The terrifying aura broke through the immortal power and directly split the glorious Dharma image.

Boom!

The Dharma image trembled for a moment, and immortal light overflowed, then suddenly retracted and returned to its original form.

Su Zhuo lowered her eyes and saw the true body of the quasi-immortal looking at her in horror. The halo of the immortal weapon suddenly appeared and enveloped the quasi-immortal's body. The immortal light was bright and seemed indestructible.

With a thought, several sword energies merged into one and suddenly stabbed towards the defense that was shining with golden light.

laugh!

The sacred aura spread, and the condescending anger spread, as if it had penetrated countless space barriers, and dropped from an unattainable height, staring at Su Zhuo from afar.

The immortal weapon showed obvious anger towards the offender, but the brilliant protective immortal light was shattered by the sword energy.

Boom!

The quasi-immortal's pupils dilated, a hole appeared between his eyebrows, and the sword energy pierced through his sea of ​​consciousness.

The quasi-immortal is dead!

The soul floated up and down, and was protected by the immortal weapon. It immediately became illusory and disappeared.

The breath disappeared without a trace.

Su Zhuo did not kill them all.

But everyone knew that this was the limit of this quasi-immortal's achievements.

What dignity is there to speak of when being killed by someone at the Linxu realm?

The other quasi-immortals realized for the first time the meaning of a phrase: "sympathy for one's own kind."

They have always been the proudest among proudest. When have they ever felt sad?

Now they felt an inexplicable sense of sadness, followed by deeper anger.

If they admit defeat, it means admitting that they are inferior to someone in the Linxu realm, which is impossible in their lives.

How can we endure such humiliation?

A gloomy voice was transmitted among the people: "Everyone, you need to use the highest immortal skills to deal with this person."

"It's tricky." Someone sighed.

The quasi-immortal cultivator stared at Su Zhuo, saying in an unclear tone: "Su Zhuo, you are strong enough, but too frivolous."

Too arrogant!

"If you offend us, there will be endless trouble."

Su Zhuo asked: "Are you scared?"

The quasi-immortal formation cultivator was silent.

The other quasi-immortals were also speechless.

It is impossible to be afraid.

This is not a matter of winning or losing, but a disgrace to one’s conscience.

"Well, it's your luck." The quasi-immortal array cultivator said this strangely, and his spiritual power at the peak of the sage realm, carrying the aura of immortality, went straight into the sky.

Gorgeous cloud patterns emerged, stars lit up, and the Milky Way was outlined.

Fire fell from the sky, a mixture of gold and red, like the power of a heavenly calamity, but the aura of tyranny was even worse!

In just a moment, the immortal flame spread over the entire continent with Su Zhuo as the center.

The flames raged fiercely, like a purgatory on earth. The grass and trees still existed, but they were stunned by the scorching breath and withered as if dead.

The monks who accidentally entered there fled in panic.

The immortal flame does not harm the heaven or earth, it has only one purpose, which is to refine the enemy.

Su Zhuo had an idea in his mind, and he used the Tao to step onto another continent. The immortal flame followed him like a shadow, and along with it came more immortal techniques, each with its own advantages.

With the addition of several layers of immortal techniques, the figures of the quasi-immortals disappeared, and numerous enemy figures emerged, wanting to kill the trapped people.

Su Zhuo was in a dilemma. He slashed with his sword, and the enemy shadow formed by spiritual power and immortal skills was cut into two halves, leaving only scattered afterimages, which were shattered by the residual power.

She lingered in the killing array, oblivious to the people around her, countering countless murderous intentions with an eerie patience.

Some of the immortal techniques broke through her defenses and caused injuries. The blood evaporated into mist in the blazing immortal flames, but it seemed as if it had never left her.

Her fighting ability is not weak but strong.

The quasi-immortal array cultivator watched her handling the situation with ease, his pupils trembling, his thoughts confused, and his heart of Taoism truly unstable.

"Useless!"

"Unless her blood is drained, there is no way to weaken her!"

They are known as quasi-immortals, and their realm is at the peak of the sage realm.

Facing an opponent with extremely strong defense, do you want to make her bleed to death?

Basically impossible.

Even if they have, they may not be able to afford it.

Their mighty power comes at a price.

At some point, the firelight dimmed, and the quasi-immortal only felt a strong light flash in front of him and hurriedly retreated.

A sword energy broke through the immortal formation, flashed in front of them, and cut a piece of void, which was a sign of danger.

"Her sword is stronger!"

Several quasi-immortals were shocked and burned their blood to perform exquisite immortal techniques. These techniques contained great power of immortals, but they paled in comparison to the increasingly powerful sword light.

"Transcendence! Her sword skills are improving!"

"The Sword Immortal of the Transformation Realm... How could this be possible? She is using us to sharpen her sword! It is us who gave birth to such a powerful enemy!"

“… Stop and accept your fate. Although we are the best among the crowd, one day we will be defeated by other geniuses.” Finally, a quasi-immortal began to persuade his companions, his tone full of unwillingness to lose.

The defeat is set!

The more you fight, the stronger you get. How do you fight?!

"Everyone, don't lose heart!"

At this moment, three quasi-immortals strolled over from the sky, and the voice that spoke was low, "I'm here to help."