Within a radius of ten feet, the assassin in black instantly disappeared from Yang Ji's sight.
"Careful, let me come!"
Wang Zhiyong's face changed slightly, and without thinking too much, the white shadow flashed out from behind Yang Ji's majestic King Kong puppet. With a boom, the shadow flashed, and Wang Zhiyong disappeared in an instant like lightning.
"Boom!"
The wind howled and was as powerful as an arrow. Not far from Yang Ji, Wang Zhiyong and the assassin in black were like powerful ships facing each other, violently colliding with each other.
Boom, there was only an earth-shaking loud noise, and within a radius of dozens of feet, the air exploded, like a mountain falling and the earth cracking. Only two muffled groans were heard, and Wang Zhiyong and the assassin in black were drowned in the violent storm of blood-breaking poisonous needles almost at the same time.
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Yang Ji, who was standing within a few feet, was also affected by the strong wind of poisonous needles.
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
"Nine swords in one!"
…
It was too late to say, but it was so fast. There was no time to think about it in the flash of lightning. Yang Ji stretched out his hand and another milky white light beam fell from the sky. At the moment when Wang Zhiyong's breath suddenly weakened, it fell on her in time.
At the same time, Yang Ji's nine-handled Yellow Dragon Sword was like a flying fish entering the sea. In the violent drizzle, it moved in the opposite direction with incredible flexibility, penetrated the strong wind, and stabbed the black-clad attacker.
"laugh!"
Amid the violent energy, the attacker in black had a stern gaze and was about to take action. Suddenly his ears relaxed, and the black scarf covering his face suddenly fell down.
The attacker in black was shocked and turned pale. He reached out to hold the black scarf in his busy schedule. When he discovered that Wang Zhiyong had recovered as before, she looked as if she had been hit hard and was extremely pale.
The assassin's disguise is the assassin's biggest secret and greatest asset. Although it is just a face covering and a black robe, without this layer of identity, the assassin's identity is exposed, which means that he will be exposed to the sun and lose his identity.
Without all cover, death is not far away.
The scarf on his face was cut off by Yang Ji, and he couldn't tie it up again. And that strange white light saved Wang Zhiyong twice in a row.
Without killing that kid, the operation can no longer proceed at all.
In the lightning flash, the assassin in black's eyes flickered, hesitating in his heart, weighing and weighing again and again, and finally flew out with a swish before Wang Zhiyong took action, and immediately reached twenty feet away in a flash.
"Boy, I don't care which sect you are from or what your status is. If you meddle in other people's affairs and meddle in other people's affairs, you will always have to pay the price. - You'd better pray never to leave him!"
A cold voice came from afar. This was the longest and most words Yang Ji had heard him say since the attack. It was obvious that he was extremely annoyed.
Whizzing!
The assassin in black moved very quickly, reaching a thousand feet away in the blink of an eye. Yang Ji didn't know how he did it. With a twist of the air, he immediately disappeared from the sight of the two of them like a ghost. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!