"Lake" is a name that is rarely spread in the sectarian world, everyone is afraid of it, and not many people know it.
The reason Yang Ji knew this was not because of Zhao Hua or Lin Qingyan, but because of the most taciturn and unexpected person, Lu Wu.
Yang Ji didn't have many exchanges with Lu Wu, and knew little from him. But assassination was the only thing that Yang Ji learned from Lu Wu and remembered deeply.
Because a like-minded friend Lu Wu knew before was killed by an assassin.
The number of assassins in the sect world is rare. They have amazing talents, all of them have rich practical experience, and all of them follow the path of combat skills. They are geniuses among geniuses.
Many people were even famous heroes in the sect before they became assassins.
The origins of people who become assassins are complicated. Some are evil warriors, some are disciples of sects, some are great thieves, some are barbarian masters, and there are even other creatures from other dimensions...
One thing is similar, they are powerful, they are all the best among their peers, some of them are the best among the best.
Their attacks are concise, capable, and exquisite, without any unnecessary movements, but they are deadly and vicious. They are all aimed at killing people. Fighting against them is full of endless dangers.
These assassins come and go, rarely in groups. However, it is said that there are also some ∈←长∈←风∈←文∈←学, w※↘︽et assassins who gather together to form a mysterious assassin.
customer organization.
Assassins are never hired to kill because of personal grudges.
From rising up from behind the stone to attacking, all the moves of this man were simple and refined, without any unnecessary movements. It was as if he had gone through thousands of calculations in his mind beforehand. Even Yang Ji couldn't do it better than them.
better.
Moreover, their attacks were extremely aggressive. Yang Ji was so close that he had no chance to intervene.
"ah!"
Wang Zhiyong screamed and was thrown away, and was immediately seriously injured. If it had been a sneak attack by Little Zhou Tian's opponent or a military general, Wang Zhiyong would not have been hit so quickly.
However, a powerful seventh-level martial arts master plotted a sneak attack. It was good that Wang Zhiyong could guarantee that he would not die from serious injuries.
"You are from Tantai Fang!"
Wang Zhiyong covered her chest with one hand, her face was pale, and the cold and deadly figure of the assassin was reflected in the depths of her pupils, full of shock.
Responding to the silent void, the assassin in black was like a piece of wood, as if he had not heard anything. Just when Wang Zhiyong was seriously injured and flew out, she found her alive body. She stretched her body, and her two powerful legs were like bamboo joints.
He flicked hard into the void and immediately disappeared into the void like a ghost.
Opposite him, a strong aura of death rose from his heart, and Wang Zhiyong's expression suddenly changed.
"Little Holy Word Technique!"
It was too late, but it was too soon. At the moment when this Wuzong-level assassin disappeared, a voice came from Xie Cha, and Yang Ji finally took action.
Boom!
With a flash of light, a huge white beam of light containing endless righteous energy descended from the sky and struck an empty space in front of Wang Zhiyong with a loud bang.
"ah!"
There was a groan of pain. In the originally empty void, a figure staggered and fell out of the void. White smoke billowed from his back, and a burn mark as big as a bowl's mouth appeared on Wu Zong's body, which was as hard as steel.
"you"
There was a flash of cold light in the dim sky, and a cold, icy gaze immediately glanced over and fell on Yang Ji. It was like seeing him for the first time.
The completely different power of heaven and earth in the underworld makes every warrior who enters here weakened and lowered to a lower level. But some things will not change, such as the body of the martial arts master that has been refined.
Wu Zong was Wu Zong. Even if he stood there, no one could hurt him. For this reason, he simply ignored all targets except Wang Zhiyong.
It's just that he didn't look at it with disdain and didn't take it seriously at all. Not only did he see through his body skills, but the inexplicable skills burned his martial arts body and injured him.
"You are dead!……"
The assassin in black stared at Yang Ji coldly, with a clear idea in his eyes.
"boom!"
With a flick of his body, the black-clothed assassin was still staring at Yang Ji, but he disappeared into the void like a twisted black lightning.
Compared to Yang Ji, his goal is still as firm as ever. This is the style of assassins.
"It's a pity that the level of the Little Holy Word Technique is still not high enough, otherwise this blow would at least seriously injure him."
A regretful thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. The Little Holy Word Technique is a powerful secret skill of Confucianism, but it is a pity that Yang Ji's Little Holy Word Technique is still at the level of Wu Tongsheng.
If this level of power is used to restore blood and heal injuries, it is naturally more than enough, but if it is used to attack and deal with some powerful opponents, it will be greatly reduced immediately, with only half of the original power.
So Yang Ji hunted down the Skeleton Ghost King, used the Little Holy Word technique countless times, wasted countless amounts of Haoran's righteousness, and finally killed it.
"Whoosh!"
Seeing the assassin in black attacking Wang Zhiyong again, Yang Ji's body swayed and flew out. The floating light movement technique was almost at its peak. At the same time, Yang Ji pointed his finger, white light flashed, and he used another small holy word technique.
fell down.
Only this time, the target is not the assassin in black, but Wang Zhiyong.
"Boom!"
White light flashed, and a ray of aura of awe immediately fell on Wang Zhiyong. At the same time, Yang Ji's body straightened up, and his tyrannical aura was no longer concealed, and it burst out violently.
"Hand of Death!"
A ball of blue light the size of a fist flew out of Yang Ji's mind, swayed in the void, and suddenly transformed into a hard, thick and mysterious hand.
There was a rumble, the earth shook, the sky shook, and the sky darkened. In the blink of an eye, a mountain-like hand wrapped in thousands of torrents fell from the sky with a thundering force.
"Be careful! His blood is poisonous and contains a blood-breaking poisonous needle!"
Seeing Yang Ji take action, Wang Zhiyong screamed and was extremely worried.
"What?"
Yang Ji looked stunned, not understanding what Wang Zhiyong meant at all. However, he still felt the danger and warning in Wang Zhiyong's voice.
"Buzz!"
In the flash of lightning, Yang Ji didn't have time to think too much. He pulled out the Vajra Puppet from his body and threw it into the void. His body twisted and turned into a dazzling Vajra Puppet with infinite power and brilliant golden light.
"This... King Kong puppet is not affected by the rules of the underworld!"
It was at this time that Yang Jicai discovered to his surprise that the two Vajra puppets were completely immune to the suppression of the power of heaven and earth. Each one was at the sixth level of martial arts.
"Boom!"
Yang Ji's surprise did not last long. The next moment, Yang Ji's big hand of death collided with the opponent. At the same time, a strong wind blew, and another violent torrent of evil energy came like a violent storm, and these evil energy hit both ends.
The Vajra Puppet actually made thousands of ding-ding-ding-ding sounds like the impact of needles.
"What kind of secret skill is this?"
Yang Ji was shocked. Only then did he realize that the blood of this black-clothed assassin was completely different from the people he met. His blood was not in strands, but was condensed into thousands.
A dense, extremely destructive rain of needles.
Yang Ji's Vajra puppet was hit by the rain of blood-condensed needles, and countless white marks were scratched out on it, like dense raindrops.
Seeing these white marks, Yang Ji took a breath and finally understood what Wang Zhiyong meant. He also understood why she was seriously injured immediately after being hit with just one palm.
"This person's destructive power is just like Wang Zhiyong's, which is completely beyond the reach of common sense!"
Yang Ji was secretly frightened. There was such a vast and destructive rain of needles in his blood. If he was hit, you can imagine what the result would be.
"court death!"
A few feet away, the black-clothed assassin emerged from the air. His eyes stared at Yang Ji with murderous intent. This was the first time he spoke since he took action. It was obvious that Yang Ji had ruined his affairs twice.
triggered his murderous intention.
It was also at this time that Yang Ji discovered that the face of the assassin in black was covered with a piece of black cloth, and his whole body blended into the dim world of the underworld, leaving only a cold gaze exposed.
"You are the one seeking death!"
A crisp voice came from behind. Wang Zhiyong returned to consciousness, opened her eyes, and jumped up from the ground. Although she couldn't believe it, Wang Zhiyong found that she had really recovered.
"impossible!"
Seeing Wang Zhiyong leaping up from the ground, the assassin in black opened his eyes wide. His body trembled, and he finally showed a shocked expression. He knew the power of that palm. Although his unique blood-breaking poisonous needle was shattered by Wang Zhiyong.
, but it still successfully invaded her body. The blood-breaking poisonous needle traveled around the blood and meridians throughout the body, destroying and controlling the vital points of her body.
Such an injury cannot be cured. Even if the pill is swallowed in time, it can only heal the damage that has been caused, but it cannot get rid of those poisonous needles that are as thin as cow hairs and are extremely poisonous and travel throughout the body.
"Yang Ji will ask you something later, but for now, leave this person to me!"
Wang Zhiyong glanced deeply at Yang Ji, then turned to look at the black-clad assassin opposite:
"Are you from Tantai Fang? I originally thought she just couldn't think about some women, and it would get better after a while. After all, some things cannot be forced. I didn't expect that she actually sent you to follow the underworld to plot against me. Before.
Is it you who attracted the flying yaksha?"
"What?"
Hearing these words, Yang Ji's pupils shrank and he looked at the black-clothed assailant again. His eyes were completely different. The two of them were attacked by Feitian Yaksha before. Wang Zhiyong said that Feitian Yaksha usually did not act at this time, and Yang Ji also
I didn't pay attention, just thought it was a coincidence.
Now listening to Wang Zhiyong’s meaning, isn’t that the case at all?
"Could it be that those flying yakshas were not attracted by our Hades lanterns at all?"
A flash of lightning flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he found it unbelievable. However, when he thought that this black-clothed assassin could actually know their route in advance and sneak up on them here to ambush them, everything was not so unbelievable.
Yang Ji didn't know how he did all this. But one thing Yang Ji could basically infer was that the black-clad assassin's understanding of the underworld was probably better than Wang Zhiyong's! (To be continued...)