Yang Ming did not answer Yingge's question, but asked: "How many people came to you this time?"
"What? Are you scared?" Yang Ming's question made Yingge find some composure, and the somewhat panicked mind that had just been aroused by Yang Ming's palm had calmed down.
As a killer, you always have to sacrifice something for the mission. Besides, why bother with a dead person about some things? Ying Ge said to himself in his heart.
"I would have been really scared a month ago, but now? I don't know for sure. I just want to know what my value is in your eyes at night." Yang Ming said.
A month ago, he had just barely mastered the practice of Paiyun Palm. Even if he faced a disciple of the Armored Sect, he would still use a little conspiracy to hide his killing move at the end in order to kill him with one blow.
But now it is a month later. Yang Ming's cloud-dispelling palm has made great progress since it crossed the threshold of the fifth form. Now he has understood the changes in hardness and softness on the basis of mastering the seventh form of sky-breaking and cloud-dispelling.
The way of virtuality and reality can be cultivated into the eighth form of Waves in the Sea of Clouds.
The most important thing is that within a month, Yang Ming also understood the Wind God Legs. Not to mention the speed and power of the Wind God Legs themselves, just the divine wind power cultivated from the Wind God Legs increased Yang Ming's overall strength by one level.
More than twice as much.
Fengshen Kick and Cloud-Pailing Palm are one of the three basic martial arts that constitute the Three-Point Gui Yuan Qi. Shenfeng Jin and Xuyun Jin share the same origin and can achieve each other's achievements.
Divine Wind Jin can accelerate the training of Xuyun Jin, and Xuyun Jin can feed back Divine Wind Jin. The combination of the two can be said to make Yang Ming's strength increase every day.
Now that Yang Ming was facing the night killer, even if he couldn't fight back, he would definitely have no problem escaping unscathed.
"Since you have discovered it, there is no need to hide. Let's all come out." Ying Ge didn't know where Yang Ming's confidence came from, but this did not hinder her own confidence in Ye Mu's strength.
As Ying Ge finished her words, the two dancers who originally danced with her showed their daggers. The previous band were also dressed as killers. There were footsteps outside the hall. In the blink of an eye, Yang Ming
In his sight, more than twenty night killers appeared.
Several of them made Yang Ming pay special attention. Among the twenty people, there were several killers who ranked among the top 100 birds.
For example, there is Ying Ge in front of him, such as the skinny young man in white clothes with a youthful face, and a middle-aged swordsman wearing a vulture mask.
For Yang Ming, these figures are not unfamiliar. Although he has never seen them before, as long as he sees them, Yang Ming can also determine the identity and details of each other immediately.
"Four first-class killers, eight second-class killers, and ten third-class killers. Is this a lineup that will make you satisfied with your own worth?" When facing battle, his companions are the source of confidence, so Ying Ge is very confident at this time.
"It's not bad." Yang Ming, who was quite satisfied with Ye Mu's lineup, affirmed.
"Since you are still satisfied, let's get on the road." Yingge waved his hand, and the night killers moved together. For a moment, the swords and swords flashed, turning into life-killing weapons and shrouding Yang Ming.
Yang Ming picked up Snow Girl with one hand, and her body turned into an afterimage. Without the speed of catching wind and shadow, it would be impossible to keep up with Yang Ming's speed.
Yang Ming shuttled through the shadows of swords and swords, and his cloud-dispersed palm passed through an air strike and was imprinted on a person's chest. With the sound of muscles and bones bursting, blood mist dispersed, and the person staggered and fell.
Yang Ming's palm gesture drew a circle in the air, gathering all the blood weapons in his palms. The cloud-dispelling palm became invincible when it encountered water, and the blood mist was also regarded as water vapor.
A dark red palm print condensed from blood mist struck out, hitting the face of a charging killer. He let out a muffled groan, but no blood mist dispersed, only a deformed face.
At this time, another flying chain was wrapped around Yang Ming like a poisonous dragon. Yang Ming slapped it with his backhand. The poisonous dragon instantly turned into a soft-footed snake. Yang Ming pulled it, and a figure was uncontrollable.
He flew towards Yang Ming, and was kicked in the chest by Yang Ming, causing another blood mist to bloom.
Yang Ming walked between the lights of swords and shadows, using the cunningness of the phantom in the clouds and the speed of catching shadows in the wind to the limit. There were so many afterimages that he could not be harmed at all despite being surrounded by everyone.
The reality and reality between the palms are created in the infinite space, and the hardness and softness exist in one thought. The speed and speed are only beyond the enemy's expectation. Every time a palm is struck, one person will be knocked back or killed.
In less than a blink of an eye, all the third-class killers were wiped out, and most of the second-class killers lost most of them. There were only four first-class killers who did not dare to deal with them at will but gathered them in one place. Each life was already recognized by the night killers.
A cruel reality is that Yang Ming's strength is higher than any of them.
Fighting alone, no one here is Yang Ming's opponent, but they have no intention of fighting Yang Ming alone. The third-class killers and second-class killers are nothing more than consumables here. If they can be used
If Yang Ming loses his strength due to his own life, then their mission can be considered completed.
The moment Yang Ming killed the last second-class killer, a sword light shrouded towards Yang Ming. The attack from the vulture was already ready, and every human life was only for this moment.
The long sword wrapped in sword energy can be said to be indestructible. According to the ability of the vulture, even among the hundreds of birds, it is ranked at the top. It is definitely not comparable to the fledgling Bai Feng. The former great thief Broken Hair Three Wolves
, today’s top killer of the night, at this moment, unleashed his strongest sword.
This sword is a murderous sword, born for revenge and motivated by greed.
Facing this menacing sword, Yang Ming only had one palm. The traces of Yin Hong's blood on the floor turned into a powerful palm under the influence of Xu Yunjin.
Wherever the dark red palm force passed, the sword energy dispersed and the sword body cracked. The confident Vulture had turned into panic and could not let go of the broken sword. The mask on his face began to crack inch by inch under the fierce palm force.
.
"My life is over." There was only such a desperate voice left in the vulture's heart.
Just when the vulture closed its eyes and waited for death, a sound broke through the air, and silver light scattered all over the sky. The hidden weapon from Bai Feng was already shrouding Yang Ming, and at the same time, there were swords and swords attacking Yang Ming from both sides.
There are two ways up and down.
Faced with this seamless attack, Yang Ming did not retreat but moved forward, facing the sky full of hidden weapons. The virtual clouds around his body vibrated, and palm prints were struck out one after another. The violent palm wind knocked down all the hidden weapons.
At this time, the swords and swords had hit Yang Ming's body, but Yingge and the unknown killer did not feel the joy of hitting their opponent at this time. They only had a moment of confusion that turned into horror.
Their attack only hit a robe. Where were Yang Ming's people?