Chapter three thousand three hundred and thirty-three Fight!
Twelve holy saints appeared to offer sacrifices to the holy blood and soul, devouring and suppressing the two swords of A-bi and the nether world, which also made the ten thousand people feel relieved.
They have just witnessed the horror of the two swords, A Nose and the Ghost. If Su Mo still carries these two swords in his hand, who dares to go before?
Now, the twelve saints’ orders have just been scattered all over the country, and all the nationalities have gathered here again.
Su Mo looked dignified.
He has lost his perception of the two swords, A Nose and the Ghost.
This has never happened before!
From this, we can also speculate that the blood is strong!
Without the sword of A-bi and the sword of the nether world, his fighting power will be greatly reduced, and it is almost impossible for him to fight against the respect of all nationalities by himself.
What’s more, there are twelve saints eyeing up!
In the vertical heaven, saints and others order the strong of all ethnic groups to gather together like a flood of extinction in the direction of many terrans!
Twelve saints will also surround Sumo and make moves at the same time!
Seeing this, many strong men are secretly staggering.
I’m afraid no one has ever been treated like this since ancient times and was besieged by twelve saints.
What’s more, this chaotic Lord is not a statue, but a small Taoist statue in the imperial realm.
No matter who the saints are, they have stood tall in the long river of years.
And now twelve saints have joined forces to wait for the horror scene!
Twelve kinds of avenues are revealed, and in the hands of the saints, several magic weapons are conjured up to kill Sumo.
Even if I lose my nose and the ghost sword, Su Mo is fearless
At this moment, he combines three lotus plants: nature, fire and merit. Even if he doesn’t have a nose and a double sword, his own combat power is not weaker than that of Zun!
Three lotus flowers that run through heaven and earth are flashing with different brilliance, swaying gently, and the chaotic light diffuses and evolves into heavy ripples and ripples around!
With three heads and six arms, the Soviet-Mexican combat power has been brought into full play, and the twelve saints broke out in war!
Boom Boom Boom
The qi and blood, the avenue, the flesh, and the spiritual treasure of both sides constantly collided with an earth-shattering noise in the middle!
There is nothing complicated in uniting to this state, and there is no fancy trick.
Raise your hand and throw yourself at the front!
Twelve saints secretly lose a terror.
They will suppress the two swords, O Nose and Ghost, and together they can easily slay Su Mo.
But in the face of their siege of Su Mo, instead of showing the slightest defeat, the Vietnam War became more and more brave!
I can’t imagine what terrible situation this person’s combat power will reach if A Nose and the Ghost Sword are in hand.
I’m afraid their twelve saints will be folded here!
They are in the throes of atavism.
But even so, you can’t suppress Su Mo’s blood!
Of course, after all, it is the twelve saints who have teamed up with Su Mo to break free and reverse the situation.
Eye war is still firmly in their hands.
What’s more, in another battlefield, that group of Terrans won’t last long!
Sue ink show also noticed this sign offensive is always face more cold eyes flashing a wisp of chill.
"Su Mo, you give in easily!"
"Fight again to lose your meaning, born to die."
"I am a holy enemy, and you are alone. No one in a million families dares to help you!"
Twelve saints are still putting pressure on Sumo.
"War!"
Just then, a roar sounded in heaven and earth, like thunder and explosion, deafening!
Boom!
In a moment, a thick long stick fell from the sky, filled with golden light, and fell into the crowd, causing the earth to shake!
There is a strong man who dodges and is not killed by a stick and turns into a pool of flesh and blood!
Hearing this familiar sound, Su Mo’s eyes burst into a bright brilliance.
Here comes the monkey!
"Who said that no one in the ten thousand families dared to help him!"
A tall figure stands at the top of a long stick, covered with long hair, and his arms are extremely long. liu er’s eyes are full of lotus flower, and he looks at the battlefield avenue. "I will help him when I am old!"
"Huh?"
The twelve saints frowned when their eyes fell on the monkey.
It’s him?
Gone with the world, the ape clan, that Po Hou.
