Just when Yuling had a headache, Yang Zhaoke's face suddenly changed, his slightly chubby figure was extremely flexible at this moment, and he quickly rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding a sudden cold light, only his clothes were cut off.

Yu Ling was also in a state of mind, although he had no soul power, his perception of the surrounding environment was still much stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, but this sudden killing machine was so vague that even he didn't notice it, which showed the other party's attainments in concealing qi machines.

But...... Yang Zhaoke's reaction speed is also very surprising, if she is a little sluggish for a fraction of a second, she will definitely be in a different place at this moment.

The cold light in front of him was still hovering, like a bright moon rising, brilliant and moving, but the murderous was hidden.

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

"Dangdang, dang!"

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the clashing of spiritual weapons had resounded intensively, and the cold light of Mars splashed everywhere in the darkness, and the fierce energy seemed to be about to pierce the boundless dark night.

Yuling's eyes flickered, and he saw that Yang Zhaoke fell into the disadvantage in such a hard encounter, and his body staggered back more than ten meters, temporarily losing his balance.

A few strangely colored flying knives flicked across the chaotic arc, and caught up with her figure with a few brushes, seeing that Yang Zhao could already avoid it in the blockade of the sword light.

Her face, which was heavily powdered, was unusually calm, without the slightest panic, let alone screaming, as calm as an irrelevant outsider.

In the next second, her whole body was stretched, as if she had lost her bones, and Yu Ling could barely see her movements, just a dazzling moment, Yang Zhaoke had already escaped from the flying knife blockade intact, and on tiptoes, he disappeared from Yu Ling's sight ghostly.

"Ahh

Out of nowhere, there was a terrible scream, bright blood pouring out of the night, followed by several thumping sounds like defeat.

It's amazing! Yu Ling is going to be impressed by Yang Zhaoke, if she is outside the barren mountains and mountain ranges, Yu Ling can easily defeat her, but in this place where there is only Xuan Li, Yang Zhaoke's strength is really amazing, this is probably the real martial artist.

But...... The battle is not over.

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

Yang Zhaoke shouted loudly: "Someone, kill someone-"

The night was silent, like a beast lying on its stomach that had devoured sound and light, and the pedestrians around it were separated from another distant world, unaware of what was happening in this area of the roadside.

Yu Ling calmed down, carefully felt the space around him, saw the faint surge of darkness with his eyes, listened to the wind blowing and flowing with his ears, everything around him seemed to be far away from him, and it seemed to be very close and close, he seemed to melt into the night and became an inseparable part.

This was the first time he had put aside his soul power and simply used his body to sense this heaven and earth.

The night was harmonious, but there was a hint of something unusual that ruined the consummation, like a few drops of ink on a clean white paper.

Right there!

Yu Ling knew the location of the assassins in an instant, and one of them was cautiously approaching him, if he had changed the previous one, he would probably not notice it until the other party made a move, but then it would have been too late.

Before the assassin could take the initiative, Yu Ling silently tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and suddenly twisted his body and slashed away.

The sword was as bright as a cold star in the sky, with a domineering power that belonged to the ancient wilderness, and Yu Ling didn't give the assassin a chance to change his tricks at all, so he slashed off a large piece of flesh and blood from his shoulder, which was the result of his best efforts to avoid the vital point of his neck.

The blade buzzed softly, Yu Ling took advantage of the situation to pursue, and the cold light flickered a few times, forcing all the assassins lurking in the shadows out, and retreating in all directions in embarrassment. Yang Zhaoke's eyes suddenly lit up, and the crescent blade in his hand was like the sickle of death, and it took the lives of the two of them in a few clicks.

After Yu Ling also cut off the heads of several people, only the last black shadow was left to flee backwards in a hurry.

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

Yu Ling's heart jumped, and he felt an indescribable strange aura.

His gaze searched everywhere before landing on the Assassin's left hand.

Yu Ling didn't know what the other party was holding in his hand, but it was definitely enough to kill.

And after Yang Zhaoke caught up with the assassin, the two fought fiercely, and for a while the fight was very happy, and she didn't have the extra mind to pay attention to anything else.

Yu Ling stared at the Assassin's left hand, and everything else disappeared from his eyes. One second passes, two seconds pass, five seconds passes...... The Assassin's left hand was still slightly drooping, and there was no movement.

It wasn't until Yang Zhaoke stabbed the crescent blade into the assassin's chest that he jerked his left hand.

At this time, it was the moment when Yang Zhaoke's guard was most lax, because in her eyes, this assassin was about to become a dead man.

But Yu Ling has been paying close attention, how can he be able to get it easily?

The light of the sword fell like a galaxy in an instant, and the assassin's hand was halfway raised, and he couldn't help but howl miserably, watching the half-severed palm fall to the ground with gushing blood.

"Ding!"

A faint, hallucinatory sound.

A dark green thin needle was blocked by Yu Ling's long knife and fell lightly to the ground. And in the next second, this ground-level inferior spirit weapon was dyed with a layer of strange dark green, and a shocking hole was corroded in the middle of the knife surface.

Yu Ling looked at the scrapped long knife helplessly, why did other people's spiritual weapons accompany him for a lifetime, and when it was his turn, they would become consumables?

"Are you okay?" Yang Zhaoke was also startled, and hurriedly repaired the knife to kill the last assassin before he hurriedly asked.

Yu Ling glanced at the assassin's corpse and felt even worse when he realized that he was not carrying a spirit ring on him.

"Hey, why don't you speak?" Yang Zhaoke stretched out his fleshy little chubby hand and shook it in front of his eyes, showing a sense of presence.

Yu Ling said lightly: "You don't want to deal with this scene?"

"What's there to deal with? If you dare to assassinate me, I'm going to make a big fuss! Oh yes, don't destroy the battle scene." Yang Zhao said.

Yu Ling looked at her as a matter of course, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you often assassinated?"

Think about it, the second generation of Xiu, who is also covered by his father, Shu Jinye was assassinated before, but he was so scared that he was going to die and was weak, and he basically relied on Yu Ling to solve the assassin alone. But on Yang Zhaoke's side, she killed more enemies than Yuling.

"Alas, there is no way, the barren mountains have been very chaotic in the past five years, let's get used to it. But I'm not a person who suffers from silence, whoever dares to beat me, I have to let him peel off his skin!" Yang Zhaoke said with a sneer.

Yu Ling seemed to see the surging killing intent between her eyebrows, although Yang Zhaoke 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 smile like a delicate spring breeze, and he kept blinking his eyes and said: "Oh, don't look at people like this, they didn't say anything just now, I am so gentle, so cute, so kind and so simple, where would I do such a bloody thing." ”

Yuling: "...... "Did you make up for this a little too late?"

Yang Zhaoke quickly changed the topic with a smile and said: "Childe is really powerful, people's eyes have always been speechless, now you are really my life-saving benefactor, do you want me to make a promise?"