"Eighty-nine……"
"seventy one……"
"sixty……"
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"Get down to the ground quickly. The enemy is in the dark and we are clear! There is nowhere to hide in the air, and you can't show your strength!" As one person yelled in anger, the wind howled, and everyone hurriedly dived down.
"Ten...! There are still ten left! Have you lowered it to the ground?" Feng Ling sighed. It could be done right away, but now it's great, but it has to be done again!
"Hmph~! Do you think the ground is safe?" Feng Ling's eyes were cold, and he quickly landed after a sneer.
In front of others, everyone may be able to hide themselves with the help of obstacles, but don't forget what Feng Ling's job is.
Assassination!
If he didn't want to expose his identity, Feng Ling could kill these evil spiritual masters in front of everyone.
"Swish~!" What you see is a dense shrub forest, with hundreds of shadows plunging into it. There is a swish sound in the forest, stirring up countless flying leaves.
"Trouble, it seems I have to change my appearance first, and then kill him!" Looking at several hidden hiding places, Feng Ling frowned, and then changed his face miraculously.
The last ten evil masters were all very cunning. They were all hiding in the middle area where the disciples were densest, and they were completely surrounded. It would be impossible for them to approach without anyone noticing.
"Bang~!" With an explosion, the entire bush was blown to pieces. Countless disciples screamed and their bodies were thrown away. They subconsciously took away the magic weapon and beat it randomly. Many people were accidentally injured.
"Ah~...!" The screams continued, and the smell of blood spread everywhere. Everyone was terrified. They had already seen that the person's cultivation level was much higher than their own, otherwise they would not have been able to safely escape the indiscriminate bombardment of themselves and others!
"Bang~!" I saw that figure approaching quickly. None of the evil spirit master disciples hidden along the way could escape, and the rest of the disciples were all thrown away by the figure.
"Brother~! This person seems to be specifically targeting us. Could it be that this guy knows our identities?"
"It's bad! Those who died before were all our people. Let's go...!"
Suddenly, the man called the eldest brother remembered something and realized something was wrong. They turned around and prepared to jump out of the crowd. Unexpectedly, their bodies were not under control at all, and their minds were dizzy.
"Ah~! Why did I see my back!?"
"Eh~? Me too...!" The two evil masters were horrified, and then they felt a stinging sensation and lost their voices. The eyes of the two blood-stained heads smashed to the ground still reflected the scene of blood gushing out.
"Hiss~!" Everyone took a breath of cold air and looked at the ghost-like figure in horror as they continued to hunt their "companions".
"Eh? Why didn't he kill us...!" All the disciples who were thrown away felt like they were surviving a disaster. When they calmed down and thought about it carefully, they all had doubts on their faces, secretly thinking something strange.
"Can you escape?" He casually chopped off the head of an evil spirit master with a knife. Feng Ling turned his head and looked at the last two evil spirit masters who scattered and escaped with cold eyes.
"Swift~!" The transformed scimitar in his hand suddenly swung out, and with just one simple move, he cut the evil spirit master in front of him in half.
The scimitar spun around and fell back into Feng Ling's hand again. Not even a drop of blood was stained on it, which showed how clean and neat the move was.
"Who are you? Who are you...?" The remaining leader of the evil spirit master suddenly stopped running away and looked at the blurry man blocking him in shock and anger, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. It's spicy, I'm rubbing it in my hands secretly preparing something.
"Humph, what a trick!" Feng Ling's eyes turned cold and he threw the scimitar away. How could he not see that that guy wanted to use poison!
"Haha~! It's not that easy to kill me!" There was a bang, and after the metal and iron met, Feng Ling looked at the figure that rushed towards him, and there was a trace of surprise in Feng Ling's eyes. His casual blow was actually hit by him. Blocked back.
"Bang~!" A thick black poisonous mist spread crazily with the two of them in the center. Wherever it passed, it was like destroying dry matter, all debris was corroded, and a thick stench was emitted.
"Evil Spirit Master~!?" A sharp strange scream rang out. Before the turbulent poisonous mist arrived, all the disciples suppressed the nausea in their hearts and retreated in panic.
"Ah~! I don't want to die...!" Seeing helplessly a living person being corroded by poisonous mist into a puddle of black smoke and stinking blood, the horrified crowd couldn't help but shiver, feeling a slight chill in their hearts. , all of them said thankfully: "Fortunately, I ran fast!"
Most people escaped by luck, but a handful of people still let out shrill screams from time to time, and were corroded by the poisonous mist until even their bones were left. Those who prepared the poison had no conscience, and those who used it were extremely cruel!
"You...go to hell!" An evil smile woke up the frightened people. They looked sideways and saw the leader of the evil spirit master with a ferocious look on his face, and a black sword struck Feng Ling's head in a cunning and strange way.
"Senior, be careful!" After knowing the inside story of this mysterious man not killing himself and others, many people shed a cold sweat for Feng Ling when they saw the strange black sword grazing Feng Ling's cheek and hurriedly warned him. .
Everyone can see that the black sword must have been soaked and polished with extremely vicious poison. It is precisely because of the strong poison that the sword body changes color. As for how poisonous it is, no one knows. I want to know, but I don’t want to try it myself.
"Hmph~! Fortunately, I usually hide it. You can die in my hands, it's not a loss!" The leader of the evil spirit master said with all his pride. Although Feng Ling was able to escape his poisonous mist, he was a little surprised. But he still didn't take Feng Ling seriously.
The pretense of escaping before was also a trap he set to confuse Feng Ling. With his cultivation level, he could have entered the ranks of core disciples, but he still sneaked among the inner disciples. There must be something wrong with him.
"Three taels of tangerine peel, two taels... arsenic!?" Feng Ling once again turned sideways to avoid the opponent's sword, muttering to himself. He did not expect that there was arsenic in this world.
Arsenic and Crane's Crown Red, in Feng Ling's previous life, were definitely ranked at the top of the list of incurable poisons, making people look discolored and frightened by smell!
"Huh? It's also combined with a kind of non-toxic and tasteless... corpse energy!" Feng Ling thought secretly while dodging quickly. This is a habit he has developed as an assassin. Whenever he encounters a poison, he will analyze it. The recipe for the poison, and try to concoct the corresponding antidote in your mind.
Maybe in the previous life, Feng Ling had no way to get rid of this violent and strange poison, but that may not be the case in this world! Among the rare spiritual herbs he brought out from Qicai Lingjue Mountain, there was one that could restrain arsenic. Although it only had a hint of medicinal properties, it was enough!
At this time, Fengling's brain was like a rapidly rotating whirlpool. Spiritual herbs and poisons were manifesting themselves. The medicinal properties and effects were connected into a long series of data, which were constantly combined and deduced...
I don’t know how long it took, but the battle is coming to an end!
"Hoo, ho...! You bastard, you are so arrogant!" The leader of the evil master suddenly stopped, holding the black sword and panting. Looking at the other party's calm and calm look, he couldn't help but feel angry. He kept cursing.
Where the hell is the fight?
It was obvious that I was performing a one-man show for him, but he didn't even watch it...!
"That bastard on the other side, don't hide if you can!" Looking at the figure that stopped right after him, the leader of the evil spirit master gritted his teeth and yelled.
"Oh~? Are you tired so soon...?" Feng Ling glanced at him slowly, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, it looked like he didn't take him to heart at all!
"Do you dare to confront me head-on? I'll kill you with one move!" He stood up and raised his black sword. The evil spirit master roared again with eyes split open. The tip of the sword pointed at Feng Ling was full of provocation!
"Since you are so eager to seek death, then come on!" Feng Ling's tone was gentle, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"Drink~! The black devil eats the heart...!" The leader of the evil spirit master was completely angered by Feng Ling, and he struck out in a rage. The black sword wrapped in the wind found the heart, and suddenly pierced it and approached.
"So vicious!" Looking at the twisted evil smile, Feng Ling's eyes were cold, and nearly ten turns of power were unconsciously injected into the scimitar.
"Do you think you can run rampant just because you have hidden rank nine cultivation? I won't even have to lift a finger to torture you to death." Feng Ling sighed coldly in his heart, and directly threw out the last knife, as casually as ever. Give him a happy thought.
"Oh my God! Isn't this senior a bit too much?"
"I also think that we should not be counterattacked by others then..."
"God bless, God bless! It's best to kill that evil spiritual master, otherwise we will be in trouble!"
The disciples stared with wide eyes, holding their breath and staring at the revolving scimitar that was about to hit the black sword, with their hearts in their throats.
"Bang~!" The smoke and dust billowed, and the violent force set off huge waves, and the entire ground shook violently. Everyone was shocked and fell over.
"Hiss~!" Everyone who hurriedly got up from the ground took a breath of cold air. After everything settled, the mysterious figure in the middle of the battlefield still stood as steady as a mountain. And the evil spiritual master, let alone flesh and blood, was dead. Not even the scum is left!
Only the pile of black scrap metal broken into pieces can prove to everyone that this evil spiritual master really existed!
"Ah~!" There was a scream, and everyone saw only one disciple watching in horror as the vicious scimitar wiped his brows and spun back into the hands of the mysterious man. Everyone patted their chests and exhaled a breath, secretly saying: "What a danger! "
"Suddenly~!" A strong wind blew by, and the mysterious man rolled up the black iron fragments and disappeared again. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, unconsciously guessing who this senior was, but he was related to our Yuqing Sect. origin.
Although the matter of the evil spirit master has not been made explicit, the disciples are also aware of it. They usually keep a secret mind and do not dare to have close friendship with anyone except their former close friends.
