what happened?
Wasn't he discussing a new experiment with others in the dungeon, but he met the guy named "Yao Lin", who was joining forces to besiege him?
The strongest among them is at the second level of Puxiang, and the weakest is at the Cave Earth Tribulation.
Seven against one, wouldn't it be an easy task for a young boy to get into the Temple of the God King because of his good luck in playing snake?
But... something seems not quite right?
Yu Zhiqing, who fell to the ground, was in confusion and could only recall some vague fragments.
The beautiful world is filled with silver-purple light.
The fist that charged forward was retreating.
The heavy body floats lightly in the air.
The blood flowing through the heart is gushing outward.
Boom!
Finally, he hit the ground hard, making a small pit.
But it doesn't hurt. The power of thunder and lightning had paralyzed his nerves and eroded his senses.
boom--!
He saw a figure rushing towards the intruder and flying backwards with electricity all over his body.
The familiar scene seemed to finally stimulate his memory, reminding him why he fell to the ground in such a mess.
In that moment just now, although they didn't use all their strength, seven of them shot at the same time.
But the guy named "Yao Lin" not only refused to give way, but moved forward, deftly avoiding his fist, and launched an attack.
Only one sword was used!
Suddenly, Yu Zhiqing's face turned pale, and his facial features were twisted into a ball in pain.
After the effect of thunder and lightning disappeared, the strong burning sensation in his fragile veins instantly engulfed him!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
He clutched his chest and let out a low growl of pain.
"This is impossible! You are obviously the 'Snake Spirit Messenger', how can you know such exquisite swordsmanship and thunder skills? Who are you!"
That was the sound coming from Qiu Ming on the second floor of Puxiang. It seems that although they underestimated the enemy, their strongest combat power was not damaged.
But Yu Zhiqing did not breathe a sigh of relief.
Because he could completely hear the real panic and fear in Qiu Ming's tone.
Why?
Even if this "Yao Lin" is truly a genius and reaches the stage of Puxiang in his twenties, his level will never surpass that of Yu Zhiqing.
Otherwise, when they met just now, Qiu Ming could tell the other party's state, pretended not to know what Yao Lin was talking about, dealt with the other party, and then took the opportunity to notify others to come to the rescue.
Unless...unless this Yaolin is a direct disciple of a high-ranking sect, or a casual cultivating genius who has had an unexpected encounter and a great opportunity, with a solid foundation and profound skills. Ordinary cultivators of the same level can only be beaten to pieces by them.
But their God King Temple has clearly checked and found out that the Yao family is just a small tribe in decline, and the person who rescued "Han Hanlin" in the Liuchuan Forest Area was just a disaster three years ago...
"snort……"
Ling Yao ignored the shock and fear of these people and gave a short cold snort.
He turned over a sword flower in his hand and deflected several flying knives that intended to sneak attack him; then he tiptoed the ground and twisted his body flexibly, just in time to avoid the hook swept by another priest.
The copper thorn in Qiu Ming's hand was finally full of blood and glowed with black and red light.
Seeing other people's attacks in turn, Ling Yao was still able to cope with it with ease, and had already defeated three people including Yu Zhiqing.
He then knew that Yaolin was by no means a kid who "made his fortune from snakes" as they had previously thought.
It is very difficult to deal with such a person and expose his flaws in a fight. Only by finding a way to entangle the opponent and then attack the opponent with enough force can you give him a fatal blow!
"watch out!"
Qiu Ming picked up the copper thorn with strange spiritual patterns, took advantage of Ling Yao's opportunity to breathe, and rushed towards Ling Yao.
Ling Yao narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to swing the Shadow Sword horizontally, just in time to catch the falling copper thorn.
The bloody and devouring breath from the copper thorns rushed towards his face, corroding the thunder on the sword, and constantly trying to corrode his mind.
The priests on the second floor of Puxiang were indeed much more powerful than the miscellaneous soldiers they met on the road just now.
Whether it's strength or scheming...
Ling Yao twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
I'm afraid that some people think they are smart, but their cleverness will be mistaken for their cleverness...
The thunder spirit power on the Chengying Sword suddenly became more fierce, and it counterattacked towards Qiu Ming, as if to suppress the bloody evil aura.
However, Qiu Ming's expression remained unchanged, and the moves in his hands kept changing, with the intention of entangling Ling Yao and fighting to the death.
The priests who got up from the ground also picked up their weapons and continued to attack Ling Yao.
Ling Yao had to use his concentration to control the automatic transformation of the spiritual pattern, and used the spiritual pattern talismans that had been set up to block these harassments.
This distraction immediately allowed Qiu Ming to catch a "flaw".
"Blood Edge!"
Qiu Ming turned the pointed tip of the copper thorn, slashed out the side blade, and scraped the barb-covered edge towards Ling Yao's face.
Ling Yao also immediately turned the Shadow Bearing Sword over and stuck the sword spine on the thorn hook, intending to block the advancement of the copper thorn.
However, before he could make the next move, a straight knife suddenly pierced his back and penetrated his abdominal cavity!
Seeing this, Qiu Ming's eyes suddenly showed joy, and he used the copper thorn with all his strength to flick away the failed Yingying Sword, and then stabbed the chest of the person in front of him!
However, at the moment when the copper thorn was about to knock the sword spine away, Qiu Ming felt something strange.
wrong.
The power fed back to him by the copper thorn was wrong.
Even if Ling Yao couldn't use any force at this moment, the Shadow Bearing Sword itself still has weight. No matter how easy it is, he still needs to spend some effort to fight off the Chengying Sword.
However, the copper thorn thrust forward at this moment seemed to be piercing a cloud of fog, without any hindrance.
"Ah……"
Suddenly, he heard a sneer from behind him.
who? !
However, something worse happened. Not only was the Shadow Bearing Sword like mist, but even the "Yao Lin" who was clearly standing in front of him before hit the copper thorn and dissipated like a phantom.
This made Qiu Ming, who had struck with all his strength, momentarily lose his balance and throw himself forward uncontrollably.
The sneak attacker who just stabbed "Yao Lin" in the abdomen with a straight knife - Shan Hongfeng, who had been hiding in the dark just now, also showed a shocked expression.
They were not idle people, they were just stunned, and they quickly understood. This is a ghost!
Once they understood this, they adjusted their mentality and battle ideas in just a blink of an eye, just to change their tactics and fight again.
But the knives they had thrust out, the stabs they had swung out, the steps they had taken, and their bodies moving could not keep up with the myriad of thoughts in their minds.
And Ling Yao wanted to seize this fleeting moment!
In the moment when Qiu Ming was unbalanced and had not yet adjusted, Ling Yao, who had already teleported behind Qiu Ming, stepped on his back and knocked him down smoothly.
Then he turned over the blade of Chengying sword and slashed horizontally in the mountain style, falling right on Shan Hongfeng's neck.
Click!
It was the sound of bones cracking as the spine collided with the sword edge.
The blood spurting from the arteries poured onto Ling Yao's body and face like a fountain, and then he fell backwards with his fallen body.
There was still a stunned expression on Shan Hongfeng's face, but his head flew to the side as the Chengying Sword fell and hit the wall nearby, turning into a bloody mess.
Obviously, with this blow, Ling Yao used all his strength to vent his long-pent up anger.
"It's an advantage for you."
Ling Yao wiped the blood on his face randomly and said through gritted teeth.
Qiu Ming, who had been stepped on by his feet, only reacted at this moment.
Seeing Shan Hongfeng's tragic death and the tricks used by Ling Yao, he immediately struggled harder:
"Yingyi! It's Yingyi and Yueyao swordsmanship! You are the direct disciple of Changling Sword Sect! You are not from Ruchuan at all!!
"You are a spy who sneaked into the Temple of the God King! An intruder! The Temple of the God King will not let you go!!"
"I have never said that I am from Rukawa."
Ling Yao leaned down, slapped Qiu Ming on the back of the head, and forced his head to the ground.
Looking at Qiu Ming's twisted and extremely ferocious facial features, Ling Yao raised the bloody Shadow Bearing Sword and aimed it at his back:
"But... look at you. You are all from Rukawa. Unfortunately, you are not human."
After saying that, the Chengying Sword suddenly thrust down, breaking Qiu Ming's defense and piercing his heart.
Qiu Ming's body twitched for a moment, and finally subsided in the painful spasm, and he stopped breathing.
After Qiu Ming died, Yu Zhiqing heard the painful cries and whines of several other priests one after another, and they lost their lives one after another.
Then...the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Snap. Snap.
In the dead silence, he heard the sound of blood dripping and the sound of the soles of his feet on the pool of blood.
Getting closer.
Yes, just listen. He lay on the ground, too painful to look at anything.
But at this moment, the instinct of survival overwhelms everything, whether it is pain or dignity:
"Let me go...please, let me go! I was forced! I was dragged here by them! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"them……"
Ling Yao suddenly said,
"They must have begged you in the same way. How did you answer them then?"
"No...I don't know! I never did those things!"
Yu Zhiqing's pale words were ruthlessly interrupted by Ling Yao again:
"I saw your name. It's very prominent. It's written under the outermost bottle in the first row."
As he spoke, he patted Yu Zhiqing's neck with the Chengying Sword.
Yu Zhiqing finally reluctantly opened his eyes, saw Ling Yao's cold gaze, and shouted incoherently:
"You can't kill me! You can't kill me! After this incident, other people in the Temple of the God King will definitely doubt your identity! You need someone to defend you! To testify for you!
"I will not reveal your identity! I hate them too! I will support you!"
"No need. Don't worry about my identity being exposed. I won't. I have a better way."
Ling Yao seemed to be just whispering, but the strength in his hand was extremely cruel. He pierced Yu Zhiqing's neck with his sword and cut his throat.
"As long as everyone who has seen me do anything is dead, they will never know who I am. Right?"
