Chapter Seventy-Five: The Warlock Strikes

This time, Su Ye didn't just stay in place, waiting for the enemy to rush to him before making a move, but raised his feet and slowly walked towards these people.

In just a short moment, the palm of the twelve with Gangfeng had already hit Su Ye, and it was no longer Su Ye's chest, but the brain, after all, the fourteen just now thought that Su Ye was just a light ability, and for the purpose of coming this time, it was naturally impossible to take Su Ye's life.

And after these twelve mistakenly thought that Su Ye was a high-level martial artist, they naturally did not show any mercy, after all, with the physique of a high-level martial artist, it was absolutely impossible for the other party to be solved as soon as possible under the same level.

But Su Ye just slowly skimmed his head, and the twelve palms crossed straight against Su Ye's ears, and the seemingly mighty wind brought out by this palm only blew Su Ye's hair a little.

Twelve's eyes narrowed, he naturally knew that the fight between high-level martial artists, it was naturally a normal thing to want to dodge the opponent's moves, and he was experienced in combat, and he didn't think that he could hit with one blow at all.

Immediately, he wanted to turn the direct attack into a sweep, and he wanted to use his arm as a long knife to cut off Su Ye's neck, and even these twelve feet had already begun to accumulate strength, as long as Su Ye tilted his head to avoid his move, then he would immediately raise his foot and give Su Ye a fierce elbow blow on the abdomen.

Twisting his body, what about even a high-level martial artist? For this series of attacks, he could only be hit in the abdomen, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.

But all this did not go according to what the short thin man named Twelve thought, and just as he was about to change his tricks and use his arm as a long knife, he found that he could not move!

The moment Twelve felt his body freeze up and down, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he, who had a wealth of combat experience, naturally knew what it meant when his body suddenly couldn't move when he was only fighting with people.

In the eyes of the twelve, I only saw that after Su Ye smiled at him, he smashed a punch directly into his chest.

With a bang, just like before, the whole person of the twelve immediately flew out upside down, and smashed into the dent that had just been smashed by the fourteen on the edge of the door, and the edge of the door seemed to be unable to withstand the impact anymore, and the whole collapsed directly.

Therefore, the twelve were not as lucky as the fourteenth, and they could still stay in the house after being punched by Su Ye, but flew straight outside the house with a pile of debris, spread on the ground and vomited blood.

Although the strength of Su Ye's two punches was exactly the same, it was obvious that these twelve injuries were much heavier than those fourteen, and he didn't have the strength to get up by himself at all, because when Su Ye's fist smashed on these twelve bodies, all the elements around his body were condensed.

Although the power of the fist is still so great, when the fourteen fly out upside down, it will be relieved by the air A lot of force, and before the twelve fly out upside down, they first hit an invisible wall of qi before flying out, just like the soldier with the earth-based ability at the beginning forcibly mobilized the elements that had been imprisoned, but it would make himself bruised all over his body.

Twelve's appearance like this really made the capable people present startled, how could a martial artist of the same level be able to beat people into this appearance with one punch?

Only Lan Xing saw that his spirit was flying, and he couldn't help but cheer: "Senior brother, it's good! There are still two left, and they will all be beaten in one go!"

As he spoke, he kept waving his little fist, feeling that he only hated that he didn't have such a skill, and that he couldn't go up and solve one or two enemies in person.

Ji Suling looked a little sluggish for a while, judging from the momentum shown by the twelve, he was indeed a high-level martial artist, if there was anyone in the world of capable people who could defeat a high-level martial artist with one move, then only the legendary warlock who had lived for an unknown amount of time had such strength.

At this moment, the old man who took the lead immediately disappeared from the look on his face, and was replaced by an indescribable solemnity.

Although he didn't see what means Su Ye used to defeat the twelve, no matter what, anyone who could defeat a high-level martial artist with one punch had to make him pay attention to it.

I saw that the old man waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Fourteen, you go and take care of Twelve, and leave it to us here." ”

Knowing that he was the weakest of the four, and he had already made a move, he couldn't help at all, so he immediately nodded, and quickly ran to the twelve who was coughing up blood outside the house.

The old man said, and after squinting slightly, he sneered: "Who are you?"

Su Ye shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "A person who came before you and wanted to ask Dean Ji for help." ”

After the old man smiled coldly, he glanced at the only man behind him who was wearing a wide black robe, and could not see his entire face clearly, only revealing his chin with stubble.

In the sleeves of these two people, two daggers suddenly shook out.

The dagger is cold and cold, but it is not the kind of fruit knife that can be seen ordinarily, not to mention the strange light, just say that the lines covered in the knife body can make people feel extraordinary at a glance.

But Su Ye squinted and smiled slightly, although the dagger looked very bluffing, but in terms of power, it couldn't be compared to Zhou Wuluo's long sword and Tang Xi's soft sword at all, and it didn't pose any threat to himself at all.

But in the eyes of Ji Suling and Lan Xing, the two daggers can emit light on their own, which is equivalent to an artifact.

Seeing this, Lan Xing knew that the remaining two were going to join forces to deal with Su Ye, so he couldn't help but hurriedly say, "You...... You can't ignore the rules of the rivers and lakes, do you?"

Su Ye couldn't help but roll his eyes, there have never been any heads-up rules in the rivers and lakes, and only living people in that world are qualified to talk about the rules of the rules.

Although Su Ye didn't feel much about his grandfather's warning.

And Ji Suling, who was on the side, saw that these two people sacrificed their own weapons with light effects, which must be magic weapons, and those who could control magic weapons could only be done by warlocks above the intermediate level, so he couldn't help but hurriedly remind: "Be careful, they are warlocks, and they must not be lower than the intermediate level!"

Su Ye was stunned for a moment, a warlock like Zhou Wuluo, sure enough, he couldn't feel the energy fluctuations on them.

The two warlocks didn't wait for Su Ye to come back to his senses, the dagger in his hand came out, dragged out two white lights, and galloped towards Su Ye.

Swordsmanship again?

And such a scene stunned Lan Xing, who thought it was just a simple martial arts world.

I saw that Su Ye had just twisted his body to dodge the two daggers that were galloping, and the two warlocks had already arrived in front of Su Ye in an instant.

The old man reached out and grabbed a dagger that swept back, while the black-robed man formed a sword with two fingers and stabbed Su Ye's heart.

For a while, Su Yeke received attacks from three directions at the same time, which really confirmed the description that a warlock can attack from afar and fight in close combat.

Compared with the high-level martial artist called Twelve, Su Ye still had a chance to dodge, but in the face of the combination of two warlocks, this time, he was really in the situation that no matter how he dodged, he would inevitably be hit by an attack from one of the directions.