One drop-shaped sharp blade was barely enough to deal with it, but three sharp blades roared towards him. Ye Chuan could only retreat, waving the spear in his hand while retreating.
After three crisp sounds, Ye Chuan's body flew out, overwhelming a large bamboo forest. He gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up, but his hands were trembling. The tiger's mouth was cracked and a line of blood dripped down, dripping to the ground.
Ye Chuan has not yet discovered whether the Wudunmen Tu Elder's Zhangdi Blood Spear has other powers, but the material is indeed tough enough. It did not break even if it was bent 180 degrees, and it was dangerously blocked by Ye Chuan. Down came the three sharp blades whizzing towards him.
"Huh… "
Killer Yuhan screamed and was surprised again.
It seems that Ye Chuan's cultivation is not very good, but the strength he displayed in the battle makes it difficult to believe that he is just a first-level cultivator.
An accident was an accident, the killer Yuhan didn't stop, he flew towards him without stopping. After a sharp shout, five sharp blades roared out, and a harsh sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded above the bamboo forest, with murderous intent.
The raindrops falling from the sky are the best weapons for Yuhan.
Hundreds of years ago, before he washed his hands of gold, he would go out to assassinate targets when it rained. The heavier the rain, the stronger the combat effectiveness, especially at night. Nights with heavy rain are the best time for assassinations. Many masters who were above him died on rainy nights at his hands. For this reason, he earned the title of Rain Demon, which made countless high-ranking officials, wealthy businessmen and even masters of cultivating sects fearful every rainy night.
Ye Chuan's pupils tightened and he flew back quickly, but the five sharp blades turned into raindrops were faster and grew bigger and bigger in his pupils.
Ye Chuan, who was retreating at high speed, suddenly swayed like catkin, and the first sharp blade passed by his shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Chuan suddenly raised the spear in his hand. With two dings, the spear trembled and bent, and a sharp blade swung out from the head and tail. The fourth one roared in, penetrated Ye Chuan's left shoulder, and cut off a long row of mangosteens with all its remaining power. The fifth blade, the slowest but most powerful one, comes one after another!
Ye Chuan could no longer block the fourth sharp blade. How could he stop the even more ferocious fifth blade
Killer Yuhan's thin lips were slightly raised, and there was a sneer on his face.
In his career as an assassin, he had met many masters and geniuses, some of whom were even more amazing than Ye Chuan. He could dodge four sharp blades in succession before he could break through to the monk realm. But in the end, without exception, they all fell under the fifth sharp blade. The first four sharp blades only consume the opponent's strength and seal the angle. The fifth blade is the real killing move, containing the lifelong cultivation of the killer Yuhan. With his power, firing five sharp blades at the same time is his limit.
Ye Chuan's left shoulder was pierced with blood, and his body was blown away. The moment he fell, he looked at the fifth sharp blade that was whizzing close at hand. His face was not frightened, but became more and more calm. He raised a finger.
I want to touch it with one finger. Is this helplessness or ignorance
The killer Yu Han smiled, and when the dust settled, Ye Chuan was dead.
call! Suddenly, a strong wind appeared in the bamboo forest for no reason, flying sand and rocks, and stirring up thick mist.
In the steaming fog, a huge finger suddenly appeared, with a strong demonic aura, and the fingertip happened to be on the fifth sharp blade. With a ding sound, the sharp blade containing the killer Yuhan's lifelong cultivation skills scattered into water and fell to the ground, and the huge fingers disappeared.
Phantom finger!
At the critical moment of life and death, Ye Chuan frantically activated the two sky-swallowing talismans in his body, and used the unique magical power he had taken from the ghost king in his previous life, the Phantom Finger, and narrowly managed to defeat the killer Yu Han's fatal blow. In an instant, his face turned deathly pale, almost all his energy was exhausted, and it was difficult to move his fingers.
Ye Chuan fell to the ground and couldn't move, and the killer Yu Han didn't move either. He was stunned and looked incredulous.
With this last blow, he already thought that the dust had settled and Ye Chuan would definitely die. He never expected that he would be defeated by Ye Chuan in the end!
"No, it's impossible! You can't be a monk at the first level, or in other words, you can't be an ordinary disciple of the Yunwu Sect. Tell me, who are you? Who did you learn that magic trick just now?"
The killer Yuhan came back to his senses, with a shocked and solemn expression on his face, and stepped towards Ye Chuan who was lying on the ground.
Although he had defeated the last move, Ye Chuan had also exhausted his energy, his body was dripping with blood and he had no strength to fight anymore. The killer Yuhan was not excited at all, but was shocked. Looking at Ye Chuan who fell on the ground, he was extremely shocked and confused.
Even a true master might not be able to defuse his fifth blade. How did Ye Chuan do it? What happened to that huge finger that suddenly appeared just now
The doubts in killer Yuhan's heart overshadowed the pursuit of completing the mission.
This was unusual, and he had to press for it. Somehow, he vaguely felt that this was an opportunity. It was related to whether he could break through to the seventh level of real life. It was an opportunity that he had been waiting for hundreds of years!
The intuition of masters is often very sharp, especially when a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity arises.
Yuhan trusts his intuition.
"Lord Yuhan, of course I am not an ordinary disciple of the Yunwu Sect, but a great disciple of the sect, and the only direct disciple of the sect leader. Do you know it now?"
Ye Chuan fell to the ground, dripping with blood, and the two sky-swallowing talismans in his body could not function and suffered unprecedented heavy injuries. However, facing the killer Yuhan's interrogation, his face did not show panic or begging for mercy, but smiled. He was not afraid of the torture of the killer Yuhan, but he was afraid that the other party would be completely cold-blooded and ruthless, and would kill him without saying a word.
As long as the other party is interested and has doubts, there is an opportunity!
Ye Chuan lay still, but his head was running rapidly, and his thoughts were like lightning.
"Don't try to play any tricks, and don't try to delay time. It's useless. No one in this world can save you, even if your master comes in person. Come back to Sealing Sword Gu with me, my lord. I will ask you to say what you should say, and whoever should say what you shouldn’t say!”
Killer Yuhan smiled coldly and saw through Ye Chuan's thoughts at a glance. As he spoke, he flew towards Ye Chuan and reached out to grab Ye Chuan. Before his fingertips touched Ye Chuan's clothes, his body suddenly froze and a gust of wind passed in front of him. There was also a black silver needle stuck in the cold wind, obviously smeared with deadly poison, and he almost got hit.
"Who?" Killer Yu Han suddenly turned around and looked around.
"Quack, quack, it's just a little bit short, it's just a little bit short, it's a pity..."
In the thick fog, there was a cold and hoarse laughter, erratic, and I didn't know where it came from. After a burst of laughter, he sighed faintly, "Oh, I haven't been out for hundreds of years, and now I'm here again. No one on the Tianhuo Continent knows me, not even Black Crow Needle? Failure, failure. , quack quack..."
Black Crow Needle
Killer Yu Han murmured to himself, and when he took a closer look, the area around the silver needle that fell on the ground was pitch black, the steaming water mist was tainted with a faint black air, and a fishy stench hit his face. After taking a few steps back, a terrifying big demon in my memory suddenly came to mind, "Black Crow Demon King, you..., are you the Black Crow Demon King, the great commander of the demon cultivators in the Dark Fire Continent?"
Killer Yu Han was so surprised that his face became tense.
Hundreds of years ago, he roamed the Skyfire Continent and assassinated countless powerful men, but he almost never set foot on the Darkfire Continent. Not for anything else, just because of a demon king in the Dark Fire Continent, the Black Crow Demon King. After hundreds of years of meditation in Fengjian Gu, he made an exception and went down the mountain. Unexpectedly, this demon was not dead yet and came to the Yunwu Mountains!