Just as Su Zimu was swinging vigorously, a reminder suddenly came from behind: "Fellow Taoist, if you don't leave... you will alert Mo, but it will be too late!"
"Got it!" He replied in a deep voice, and Su Zimu suddenly let go, flew up with a kick, and kicked half of his ears between his legs.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear the sound of eggs breaking.
A group of monks shuddered in unison, and their eyes on Su Zimu changed.
Ban Err rolled his eyes on the spot and no longer had the strength to swing his sword.
The two demon cultivators on the opposite side were so ruthless that they didn't move forward at all. They ducked to the left and right, leaving half of their ears to the fellow disciples behind them.
Not surprisingly, the pain of half an ear ended at the hands of a fellow surgeon.
However, this trick is just bait.
While the enemy's attention was attracted by the half-ear, Su Zimu rushed out suddenly, grabbed the arm of the demon cultivator on the left, and gave him a violent knee strike, breaking the demon cultivator's sternum.
The demon cultivator on the right took the opportunity to strike and struck Su Zimu's back with a knife, creating a long and narrow crack.
But I'm sorry, it's the clothes that are injured.
Su Zimu kicked sideways, using Brother Xiao Long's special skill, one kick landed on the opponent's hip bone, making a scraping sound. From then on, there was no more demonic cultivator in the world, and more hemiplegia.
When the fighting was strong, Su Zimu would not dodge or slash, he would be a tough demon cultivator from the front, and he would knock down all the enemies behind him in just a few strokes. At the very least, he would be unable to take care of himself.
Even though his posture is not very good, Juntiquan sounds ordinary, just like a showman. But in fact, he is either cutting his neck or hitting his head and ribs, and every move is aimed at the vital point.
The most basic thing is to lose combat effectiveness if you bump into each other.
Putting it on the world, a slanderous and vicious evaluation is definitely indispensable.
Using such a set of boxing techniques to fight against an enemy, it is normal to achieve this effect.
After knocking down seven or eight demon cultivators in one go, only the prison head was left blocking the exit.
Su Zimu's confidence swelled and his energy reached the sky.
The cell leader held a hook in his hand to pull the corpse, and coldly uttered two words: "Trash!"
The villain died because he talked too much. Su Zimu didn't have time to chat with him, so he rushed up and kicked him.
His speed was so amazing that many monks felt inferior. Everyone stretched their necks, hoping that Su Zimu would make the final decision, get rid of the final obstacle, and open the sunny road to freedom!
To everyone's surprise, the prison head kicked out like lightning. Su Zimu was extremely happy but also sad. He flew back faster than when he left, and hit the wall with a bang, leaving a cracked spider web pattern.
Everyone's eyes followed Su Zimu back and forth. Many people used too much force and almost sprained their necks.
This reversal came too fast!
The prison boss sneered: "Is that all you have?"
He must guard this exit and not let anyone out, so that he can reduce his merits and reduce his punishment.
If not, as long as he rushes forward and uses his methods, he will definitely kill this pretty boy on the spot!
Su Zimu shook his sore shoulders, his eyes full of fighting spirit: "Come again!"
The prison head kicked him awake, and the little swelling in his heart immediately subsided. He no longer dared to fly to meet the enemy. He casually picked up an iron bar of unknown use and swung it with his hand.
The prison head smiled and swung his hook to block.
Boom——
The hooks collided, the jailer's face tightened, his palms went numb, and he almost lost his grip on the hook.
Looking at Su Zimu again, the straight iron bars were smashed into curved rulers.
What a lot of strength!
The prison boss put away his contempt and finally took it seriously, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see anything special about it.
He couldn't help but have a sudden thought in his heart. Is this kid really uncultivated, or has he practiced some kind of concealment technique and deliberately pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger?
Su Zimu didn't think too much. He grasped the bent iron bar tightly with both hands and stretched it from one end to the other. With a harsh friction sound, he actually straightened the iron bar forcefully.
Witnessing this scene, the cell leader suddenly realized: It turns out that this kid is a bodybuilder!
The other monks were also stunned. Some of them thought they could do it, but they couldn't do it so lightly.
Su Zimu tightened his grip on the iron bars and suddenly launched a violent attack. The iron bars and hooks swung out into shadows, and the sound of gold and iron clashing was endless.
After a few breaths, Su Zimu staggered back, with a bloody footprint on his chest.
The prison head was not much better. He changed his hand from the iron hook and shook his arm vigorously to relax his muscles and activate his blood circulation to relieve the pain.
How could this kid bear such a beating? His arms were numb from the shock, but the pretty boy didn't have any trouble at all?
Su Zimu was even worse. He shook his numb arm, rubbed his swollen and painful cheeks, and spat hard: "Come again!"
When heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a man, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and mess up his actions... What else comes next? I really can’t remember it!
But this is not the point. The point is that he encountered so many twists and turns just after he came out of the mountain. It must be the tempering given by God. This is the rhythm that will make him great in the future!
Let the storm come more violently!
The more Su Zimu fought, the more courageous he became. He concentrated on himself and waved the iron bar only to attack but not to defend, and let the iron hook fall on him.
The pain is unavoidable, but it is not as unbearable as imagined. It is far worse than the severe pain during exercise.
I am used to the severe pain caused by the five tones...the five thunders. What does this small injury and pain mean?
More importantly, he had to fight to survive. Only by defeating the prison boss would he have a chance of survival, so of course he would go all out and leave no trace of strength behind.
Although the cell leader is stronger, he has no reason to fight to the death, and he does not have as strong a body as Su Zimu.
At first, it was relatively easy with more offense and less defense. But after a while, it became evenly split between offense and defense, and the pressure on the cell leader increased greatly. After a while, it turned into less offense and more defense!
Once again, metal and iron collided. Su Zimu made a light move in his hand. The iron bar, which had been bent countless times, could no longer bear it and broke into two pieces on the spot.
No one expected this accident. The prison head exerted all his strength, but most of it fell into the air.
Too much time had been wasted, Su Zimu stepped forward and grabbed the cell leader's arm.
The cell leader screamed inwardly that it was not good, and used all his strength to fly up with a kick, intending to force Su Zimu to let go.
But Su Zimu finally caught the opportunity, so how could he let it go?
He tensed his muscles to receive a hard kick, took the opportunity to use his strength to close the distance, and hit the prison head on the side of his face with his elbow.
The prison head bent his arms to block, and Su Zimu waved his arms to hit again. The two sides went back and forth, fighting each other in an almost face-to-face contest.
The prison head sadly discovered that Su Zimu was not afraid of his fists and kicks at all, and his strength was astonishing. Although the prison head could withstand it, the pain was not fake. One or two blows was nothing, and he could hold on even after three or five blows.
Any more would be a bit unbearable.
One after another, Su Zimu's momentum was like a rainbow. He suddenly shouted loudly and punched the cell leader on the forearm.
With a crisp sound, the prison head's forearm was broken, half of the bone stubble pierced the skin and flesh, and blood spurted out.
Su Zimu was unreasonable and kicked the prison head in the chest, kicking him out.
After defeating the cell leader, the passage to the outside world is finally opened!
