Just when Yu Ling was having a headache, Yang Zhaoke's face suddenly changed. His slightly fat body was extremely flexible at this moment. He quickly rolled on the spot, and he almost avoided a sudden cold light, and only half of his clothes were cut off.

Yu Ling also felt a little nervous. Although he had lost his soul power, his perception of the surrounding environment was much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. However, this sudden murderous intent was so obscure that he didn't even notice it, which showed the other party's attainment in concealing qi.

However... Yang Zhaoke's reaction speed was also surprising. If she was a little slower than one second, she would definitely be in a different place at this moment.

The cold light in front of me was still circling, like a bright moon rising, glorious but murderous intent hidden.

Under the light, there seemed to be dark shadows around, but it was impossible to tell whether it was one person or many people.

"Dangdangdangdang!"

In a blink of an eye, the sound of spiritual weapons fighting sounded densely, and the cold light of Mars splashed everywhere in the darkness, and the fierce energy seemed to be about to cut through the boundless dark night.

Yu Ling's eyes blurred, and she saw Yang Zhaoke at a disadvantage in such a head-on battle. Her figure was staggered for more than ten meters and temporarily lost her balance.

Several flying knives with strange colors swept over the disorderly curve, and after a few strokes, they caught up with her body. Seeing that Yang Zhaoke had nowhere to avoid her under the sword light blockade.

Her face, covered with thick powder, was extremely calm, without any panic, nor screaming, and calm as if she was an irrelevant outsider.

The next second, her whole body stretched out and twisted like a bone that had lost. Yu Ling could hardly see her movements. In just a dazzling moment, Yang Zhaoke escaped from the flying knife blockade intact, and disappeared from Yu Ling's sight with a little toe.

"ah!"

A shrill scream came from somewhere, bright blood shot out from the night, and then a few sounds of falling to the ground like a slap.

So awesome! Yu Ling has to look at Yang Zhaoke with admiration. If he is outside the barren mountains, Yu Ling can easily defeat her, but in this place where there is only mysterious power, Yang Zhaoke's strength is really amazing, and he is probably a real warrior.

But... the battle is not over.

Yu Ling faintly noticed that there were still figures shaking in the darkness, as if a poisonous snake with fangs hidden, waiting patiently for the best time.

Yang Zhaoke shouted loudly: "Come on, kill someone--"

The night was silent, like a giant beast lying on its back that devoured sounds and light. The pedestrians around were separated from another distant world and knew nothing about what was happening in this area on the roadside.

Yu Ling calmed down and felt the space around him carefully, watched the faint surging of darkness with his eyes, and listened to the sound of the wind with his ears. Everything around him seemed to be far away from him, and it seemed to be very close. He seemed to melt in the night and became an inseparable part.

This is the first time he has put aside his soul power and simply used his body to sense this world.

The night is harmonious, but a few unusual auras destroy this perfection, like a few drops of ink stained on a clean and flawless piece of white paper.

It's right there!

Yu Ling knew the positions of the assassins in an instant, and one of them was approaching him carefully. If he had changed his previous life, he would not have noticed it until the other party took action, but that would have been too late.

Before the assassin could take the initiative, Yu Ling had already clenched the hilt of the knife quietly, twisted his body suddenly and slashed away with a single sword.

The sword was as bright as the cold star in the sky, with Haoran domineering, who belonged to the ancient wilderness technique, Yu Ling didn't give the assassin the chance to change his moves, so he cut off a large piece of flesh and blood on his shoulder. This was the result of his efforts to retreat and avoid the vital points of his neck.

The blade buzzed and whispered softly. Yu Ling took advantage of the situation to chase. The cold light flashed several times, forcing all the assassins lurking in the dark and retreated everywhere in a mess. Yang Zhaoke's eyes lit up immediately. The crescent-shaped blade in his hand was like a sickle of the god of death, and it took two people's lives in a few strokes.

After Yu Ling also cut off the heads of several people, only the last black shadow fled back in a hurry.

"Do you think you can still run away?" Yang Zhaoke sneered, his figure floating like water marks along the night, and approached the assassin the next second.

Yu Ling's heart thumped and felt an indescribable strange aura.

His eyes searched around and finally landed on the assassin's left hand.

Yu Ling didn't know what the other party was holding, but it was definitely enough to be fatal.

After Yang Zhaoke caught up with the assassin, the two of them started fighting fiercely. For a moment, they were having a lot of fun fighting, and she had no extra energy to pay attention to anything else.

Yu Ling stared at the assassin's left hand, and everything else disappeared from his eyes. One second passed, two seconds passed, and five seconds passed... The assassin's left hand was still slightly drooping, without any movement.

It was not until Yang Zhaoke stabbed the crescent-shaped blade into the assassin's chest that he suddenly raised his left hand.

This was the moment when Yang Zhaoke was most relaxed in his guard, because in her eyes, the assassin was about to become a dead person.

But Yu Ling has been paying close attention, how could he make it easy for him to succeed?

The sword light suddenly fell like the Milky Way. As soon as the assassin raised his hand halfway, he couldn't help but howl, watching half of the palm falling to the ground with the gushing blood.

"bite!"

A slight sound, as if it was just an illusion.

A dark green fine needle was blocked by Yu Ling's long sword and fell to the ground gently. The next second, the lower-grade earth-level spiritual weapon was stained with a strange layer of green, and a shocking hole was corroded in the middle of the knife's face.

Yu Ling looked at the scrapped long sword helplessly. Why did other people's spiritual weapons accompany him for a lifetime? It was his turn to become consumables? The quality of the mysterious-level top-grade magical jade was not enough, but now it is replaced by the earth-level spiritual weapons worth dozens of medium-grade divine jade. Why is it still like this?

"Are you okay?" Yang Zhaoke was also shocked and quickly finished killing the last assassin, and asked in a hurry.

Yu Ling glanced at the assassin's body and found that he did not carry a spiritual ring, and his mood became even worse.

"Hey? Why don't you talk?" Yang Zhaoke stretched out his chubby little hand and shook it in front of his eyes, expressing his presence.

Yu Ling said lightly: "Don't you deal with this scene?"

"What's there to deal with? I dare to assassinate me. I have to make a big deal about this! Oh, by the way, don't destroy the battle scene." Yang Zhaoke said.

Seeing her natural appearance, Yu Ling couldn't help asking: "Are you often assassinated? So calm?"

Think about it, Shu Jinye was also a second generation cultivator who was protected by his father. She was assassinated before, but she was so scared that she was weak all over. It was basically all up to Yu Ling to deal with the assassin alone. But with Yang Zhaoke's side, she killed more enemies than Yu Ling.

"Oh, there's no way. The barren mountain has been in chaos for the past five years, so it's natural to get used to it. But I'm not the one who suffers a loss in silence. Whoever dares to make me think about it? I have to let him lose his skin!" Yang Zhaoke said viciously with a sneer.

Yu Ling seemed to see the surging murderous intent from her eyebrows. Although Yang Zhao was a little unfamiliar, it was not annoying.

Perhaps, this is her true face?

But Yang Zhaoke's expression only existed for a few seconds, and then quickly melted into a delicate spring breeze smile, and kept blinking, saying, "Oh, don't look at others like this. They didn't say anything just now. I am so gentle, cute, kind and simple. How could I do such a bloody thing?"

Yu Ling: "..." Did you make up for your words a little too late?
Chapter completed!