The moment Su Zhou's words fell, the moment they said were in an uproar to the convenience.

"Out of the mountain?"

"This man wants to go back to the mountains? What a joke!"

"Are you here to entertain the Sa family specifically?"

Su Zhou felt that the question was normal, but it aroused the other party's group's extremely fierce reaction.

The team, who was originally just "vigilant", changed its momentum and became nervous the momentum after Su Zhou said "out of the mountain". It seemed that Su Zhou's suspicion was determined through this word.

Everyone drew their swords and took out their weapons. Even if they were protected in the center, the old man who seemed to have poor martial arts skills did not know where to take out a powerful crossbow and nervously aimed it at him.

——Su Zhou really felt that the other party might have ejaculated with a trembling hand.

"Not surprising."

As for the other party's reaction, he felt that although it was a bit extreme, it was quite normal - after all, in the uninhabited snowy mountains, when he suddenly encountered someone like him who was blocking the road with weapons, no one would think something was wrong, right?

But I was here to block the road and ask questions, without weapons. If I encounter a bandit with a bad temper, wouldn’t I cause trouble?

After all, this is deep in the snowy mountain. After all, I finally met a team that seemed to be locals. Su Zhou could not let them go, especially when he confirmed that he had the advantage in his strength, taking the initiative to go over and ask questions was the most efficient way - it may be too arrogant, but after Su Zhou observed the surrounding environment and the other party's strength, he felt that he had the capital to be arrogant.

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

At the beginning, Su Zhou planned to try his best as much as possible. He raised his hand and swung his spear to show that he was not hostile.

But then, he found that the group of people opposite him still did not give up their warning or communication at all, and even began to approach the siege.

Since that was the case, he could only squint his eyes and shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "There is no way. It seems that he can only fight for one match. I guessed that it would become like this, and it is unavoidable."

"You are laughing, Su Zhou." Yala complained with disrespect: "You have been practicing shooting skills in the past two months and you are itchy, and you are eager to fight."

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

Su Zhou grinned, revealing eight snow-white teeth. Then he shook his wrist and the gun rod in his hand trembled. With the spiritual power pouring in, the white cloth that wrapped the gun tip immediately shattered and turned into strands of white cloth floating in the air, revealing the hideous and sacred cross-patterned gun tip.

He looked around at the fourteen people surrounding him and smiled, "And after fighting, I can continue to ask questions after proving my strength and kindness."

But at this time, when the team saw Su Zhou revealing his spear, they immediately became excited.

"The big jaw and tail thorn of the water-purifying centipede!"

"Demon Spear, this is a Demon Spear!"

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

"Recognize my weapon? Yes, it shouldn't be rare for wooden centipedes to be local." Su Zhou could see that this group of people might have been attacked with similar weapons before, so they were a little mentally allergic - it seemed that the misunderstanding had deepened.

There was no more to say. The next moment, fourteen people drew their swords in the snowy mountains and forests. The three leaders of the team took a step, swung their swords and sticks in their hands, attacking from three directions at the same time!

In an instant, the noisy sound before turned into silence, and the battle began with silence - no one would talk too much except for the purpose of captivating people's minds and seizing the initiative at the beginning.

Su Zhou wanted to talk more nonsense, it was purely because of the habits of Internet trolls. It was a bit uncomfortable not to make a few more slaps before the battle.

But before he could speak, Su Zhou closed his right eye and turned his head slightly, and a crossbow arrow hit the right side of his forehead with strong wind. The arrow cast by 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 men in the team, the bald monk who used the iron rod, had already rushed from the front, and said that the iron-wood stick weighing at least forty or fifty pounds swept across the waist from left to right, bringing out a howling wind and reading the Buddha's voice. The female swordsman with a thick sword back had also gone around to Su Zhou's left. She drew the knife with her sideways and pulled the knife from bottom to top to bring out a shiny spiritual sword light.

Demon-subduing stick! Water-breaking knife!

The young swordsman had already jumped. He flew out eight bladed darts from a high place, then pulled out one sword, and stabbed the head with abundant internal strength!

The three-person attack seems simple and direct, but in fact it covers the left and right upper and lower sides. This kind of cooperation is by no means a temporary skill. Even if the skill exceeds three people, they will be killed by random swords when they are not prepared for a while.

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

Facing the left and right attacks, he raised his hands - his left hand was tied into a knife, and he swung in front of him, with a crackling sound, and all the darts were swept away by the strong wind. As the energy was swelling, there was even an arc-shaped air blade slashing towards the swordsman's eyebrows, forcing the opponent to retreat and dodge.

At the same time, Su Zhou raised his right hand and stabbed the swordsman at his right eye. The seven-foot gun not only did not block it, but instead came first and stabbed it directly into the monk's throat. The spiritual rune flashed, and the translucent air blade added half a foot to the spear head, and it was quicker.

——The immortal demon soldier is indeed fierce and fearless!

He determined that Su Zhou was an immortal demon soldier. He believed that ordinary monks did not want to be injured by the other party for life. He waved his arms, and the iron rod was swept around and stuck to Su Zhou's big gun, hoping to use brute force to press the spear into the snow, destroying the other party's weapon.

The swordsman had already stabbed him with a sword, and a light flashed with a sharp light on the tip of the sword. Su Zhou could only slid his head at this time, and the sword directly hit his forehead with a roar!

This is a secret "Sword of Punishment" by the Legalists. It is filled with internal force. It is not only sharp but also shocks people's minds and souls!

Snap!

A crisp sound of breaking sounded, but it was not Su Zhou's skull that cracked, but the swordsman's four-foot straight sword - the sharpest sword tip pierced into flesh and blood, but after touching the bone, it broke directly due to the collision of two powerful forces!

Not only was the attack ineffective, but even the weapon was broken. This obviously shocked the swordsman, but the monk was even more shocked. Because Su Zhou, who had layers of triangular spiritual power structures on his head, didn't care about the broken sword tip stuck on his forehead. He exhaled and shouted loudly, then swung his arms and swung the gun bar. The seven-foot spear quickly drew an irregular oval arc around him. The white wind swept through a powerful force and directly swung the monk's iron rod.

Huh!

Then, the strong wind swept across, and the spear that had been rotated around was raised, sweeping the big knife that the female swordsman who was approaching the left side was tilted, enough to lift the wooden centipede away, swallowing and spitting out the force, directly flying the whole person backwards into the air - the woman's weight was still a bit of a loss.

"Hao!"

His heart tightened. In order to prevent Su Zhou from pursuing the swordsman who had already opened the empty door and could be killed with one move, the monk and the swordsman immediately shouted loudly, stabbing the long stick forward with a long stick, and the broken sword slashed from the upwards, both internal energy was swelling, and he was infusing his full strength to force Su Zhou to retreat. A crossbow arrow shot out from the team of the rear ranks again and flew into Su Zhou's crotch with viciousness.

But Su Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had expected these follow-up methods. He swelled his arms and muscles, and the big gun in his hand swung, and the cross spear head directly held the swordsman's broken sword. Then, his body sank, and his wrist turned, and the cross structure of the spear head stuck to the sword body.

He turned his waist and exerted force, swinging the gun downwards, and suddenly he used a gun to lead the swordsman and the sword to throw the swordsman towards the monk!

At the same time, because Su Zhou's body sank, the crossbow arrow that was originally shot into his crotch hit his lower abdomen - and then got stuck in place, and the arrow shot through his clothes, not even the flesh and blood in his abdomen were broken.

"Don't hurt Brother Zhou!" "Continue!"

The monk was a honest man. In order not to hurt the swordsman who was thrown in front of him, he actually wanted to put down the stick in his hand and catch the other party with his hands. But the swordsman also reacted at this time. He shouted lightly and prompted the monk to continue attacking. Then he abandoned the sword and jumped away. After taking advantage of Su Zhou's power, he pulled out the second soft sword from his waist belt and rushed forward together!

The man's soft sword shook, and the cold light stabbed Su Zhou's face like a wave. Compared to the armor-breaking sword of the hard sword, the soft sword directly flattened Su Zhou's five senses and seven orifices. If possible, he would even go straight into the skull from his nose and eyes!

He is actually good at both soft and hard sword techniques!

"Good come!"

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

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the iron wood stick in his hand was directly shaken away by inhuman power - the force comes from the bones and the force comes from the tendons. This big gun is Su Zhou's external bone, and the spiritual power is the real long tendon.

And how solid Su Zhou's muscles and bones are?

Although this monk is tall and big, he is just a mundane body in the final analysis. How can he raise a car with the spiritual energy after it is revived? Converted to the fact that his arms are shaking casually, he can have seven or eight thousand kilograms of strength. If he is a little serious, he can compare with Su Zhou, who has ten thousand kilograms of strength? What's more, he has also infused spiritual power.

Bang! The air was ripped into pieces, and the long spear flew into the iron rod, whipping like a whip - Su Zhou didn't want to kill someone, so he just whipped the other party gently with the front bar of the gun.

But just in this way, the gun rod that was whipped like a whip directly broke 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. The man turned around, staggered back a few steps, and fell straight to the ground.

"The dog emperor's hawk, die!"

It sounds very long, but in fact the fight lasted only a few seconds. At this time, the others had just surrounded him. They naturally saw the miserable appearance of the monk, and also saw that the strongest three were not the enemy of the other party.

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

"All the people here are so brave?"

At this moment, Su Zhou reached out and pulled out the fragments of the sword stuck in the flesh at will, and the flesh and blood were squirming and regenerating - because of the cold weather around him, his self-healing power decreased a lot, so that when the sword tip was pulled out, a little blood flower shining with purple light was brought out.

Seeing that even when he saw his own force, he still charged forward without fear, he blinked, and didn't understand what was going on, he shouted: "Just surrender, I won't kill anyone - I will cure him later..."

"Demon Guard! This self-healing speed is even the demon general!"

"Devil, how many people have you killed!"

But after seeing the scene of Su Zhou's rapid rebirth, all the words he said were ignored. It was obvious that this abnormal phenomenon not only did not make them feel afraid, but also aroused the grief and anger of the group of people.

The swordsman shouted loudly and rushed forward again. Even the female swordsman who seemed to have flashed his waist after being picked up, struggled to stand up, took out a few pills from his pocket, and looked like he was determined to swallow it.

"...Is it said that super regeneration is also the standard for their enemies? Or is there something I really misunderstood deeply by them? Is it the centipede cross gun tip?"

Seeing the other party looking at death, Su Zhou felt very strange. Unless he was a mortal enemy, this behavior would be absolutely abnormal. He didn't want to kill people now, and the Demon Devouring Lord had no movement at all, proving that the other party had at least not done anything like killing Liang and setting fire.

But since the other party hit him again when he stopped, Su Zhou did not have the habit of keeping his hands. Facing those ordinary warriors who seemed not very skillful in even the spiritual power, he just stretched out his spear and shook it casually, enough to lift the car overturned power to lift all these people into the air, and then fell into the snow like raining, in the posture of planting onions backwards.

Even the swordsman with white hair did not take three moves in his hands. One-on-one, Su Zhou held the big gun, and the distance of the seven-foot weapon made the swordsman unable to get close to him no matter how urgent he was. With the indoctrination of spiritual power, his cross spear head could shoot half a foot long spiritual blade from several directions from time to time. The force of the opponent could only dodge continuously and run away.

After thinking about it, Su Zhou felt that it would be better not to delay it for too long. After all, the monk there was a bit serious injury - so his arm trembled, and the entire hardwood gun rod suddenly raised like a lever, and the strong wind swept across the swordsman's chin.

Then the swordsman fainted - Su Zhou practiced his attack with a split air for several months, and he could even get a hole in the wood with one blow, not to mention that he was serious about it. The Howling of the Fighter is much heavier than the King of Fighters' punches. Even if the swordsman has spiritual power to protect his body, he could not block such an attack.

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

The battle has come to an end for the time being.

It can be seen that Su Zhou had been standing on the black wooden stake from beginning to end, whether in defense or attacking, both in defense and in attack. Except for two footprints about an inch deep on the entire black wooden stake, he had not even moved, neither taking the initiative nor pursuing.

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

Seeing Su Zhou's overwhelming strength and originally wanted to swallow the pill that squeezed life potential, the female swordsman who made her last attempt rose in her eyes. She took out a small short knife from her waist and directly rushed towards her heart. Then she was slapped by Su Zhou who was rushing to come.

"What's the pain of suicide?"

He shook the spear in his hand and then inserted it back on the belt behind him. Su Zhou sighed, and he looked around him - the monk's eyes were turned white and his nostrils were still bleeding; the swordsman was concussed, and even the awakened one would not wake up in a few hours, and the swordsman who wanted to commit suicide was probably the same.

As for those who fell into the snow, they almost fainted. After all, although Su Zhou had some strength at that time, he was not beaten to death. As for the old man who shot crossbows and attacked him at the beginning, he had already secretly ran far away at this time.

"Everything else is easy to say, but suicide is really unnecessary, right? I should be pretty good!"

In response to this, Su Zhou could only sigh again, then took a step forward, and chased after him: "The old man in front! Don't run!"

"Stop it!"
Chapter completed!