Han Ye concentrated all his energy, exerting the Taishi Divine Eye, seeing the six directions, listening to the eight directions, not letting go of any suspicious noises, and slowly moving towards a relatively open area with few nearby obstructions, creating more favorable fighting conditions for himself.

At the same time, he also maintained a high level of vigilance, and his divine power flowed throughout his body, ready to respond to the enemy's thunderous blow.

When Han Ye moved a distance of about twenty meters or so, suddenly, a big stone on his right suddenly cracked, and an extremely powerful sword qi came out from behind the big stone and went straight to Han Ye's front door!

Even though they were still more than ten meters away, Han Ye still felt the fierce sword intent.

Han Ye's body moved, and he hurriedly dodged back, trying to avoid this sharp sword intent.

However, this sword intent was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, always following him.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Han Ye simply stopped dodging, lifted his divine power, and went straight to the sword intent with a punch.

But that sword intent was like a snake, and when Han Ye wanted hard steel, it quickly retreated, not confronting Han Ye, and attacking Han Ye again from the other direction.

This kind of stalking fighting style is extraordinarily disgusting, but it is also extraordinarily effective.

The opponent hides and hides in the shadows, constantly remotely controlling the sword qi for sneak attacks and grappling.

In the case of not being able to find the enemy for a long time, and always fighting with sword qi, and being injured by sword qi at any time, it is easy to feel anxious.

Once the heart is impatient, there will be a flaw, and once there is a flaw, then the enemy's fatal blow will come.

After Han Ye had made a few moves with the sword qi, he felt that he should not follow the footsteps of the enemy and always follow the rhythm of the enemy.

He wants to disrupt the rhythm of the enemy, he wants to create his own rhythm of battle.

And to do that, he had to find the controller of the sword qi - the sword master who was constantly changing positions and hiding his body!

Han Ye moved while fighting, and finally came to the most open area near the battlefield.

Then he stood still and didn't move, no matter how provocative the enemy's sword qi was, he always kept the Lingtai clear, not shaken, not provoked.

The right time, place and people.

With his injuries on his body, he can only hope to win if he occupies a good position.

The two sides remained at a stalemate for a while, and as the sky grew darker, the Assassin swordsman's attacks grew stronger, and when night fell completely, the Assassin swordsman finally launched a deadly attack.

Countless sharp sounds of breaking the sky suddenly rang out, and countless fierce sword qi crisscrossed the heavens and the earth, like a storm crashing on the shore, launching onslaught at Han Ye wave after wave, not giving Han Ye any respite.

Han Ye just guarded the portal, and the soldiers came to block the water and cover the earth, and with minimal consumption, firmly blocked those sword qi from the portal.

The two sides fought fiercely for a while, and just as Han Ye was fighting fiercely with the thousands of sword qi, at this moment, a silent sword shadow quietly came behind Han Ye under the cover of darkness, and then stabbed Han Ye's neck violently!

It's so fast, so stealthy, it's hard to guard against!

It's just that it's hard to guard against, it's just that it's impossible to guard against.

Ever since the swordsman assassin killed Lin Lehe with the method of striking east and west, Han Ye had already made full preparations in his heart, always retaining a bit of strength, ready to defend against this unguardable sneak attack at any time.

Seeing that the deadly sword qi was about to pierce Han Ye's neck, Han Ye suddenly turned around and flashed the deadly sword by a fraction of a second, his eyes opened violently, and the light in his eyes flowed.

The figure of that sword master was finally completely exposed to the eyes of the Taishi God!

"Give me - die!"

Han Ye let out a loud shout, his fists condensed all his divine power, and blasted forward with a thunderous momentum.

At the same time, the assassin swordsman who was hiding in the shadows also raised his head and let out a piercing roar.

Thousands of sword qi also took advantage of the moment when Han Ye turned around, breaking through the defense, and like a dense hailstorm, they all bombarded Han Ye's body!

"Boom!"

With a deafening bang, the two figures collided violently and then separated again.

The air wave generated by the huge impact force scraped all the dust and gravel within a radius of 100 meters, as if it had been sucked through a vacuum cleaner.

The air flow that leaked out also generated a huge pressure, pressing the ground out of cracks.

As the dust cleared, both figures were revealed.

Han Ye stood in place, his face was as white as paper, obviously he had been hit hard, and the clothes on his body were more as if they had been pierced by countless sharp blades, and there were holes everywhere, which was even more beggar than a beggar's suit.

Not only that, but his body was also full of scars left by sharp blades, deep and shallow, and blood was constantly spilling, soaking the scarred clothes and dyeing them blood-red.

It's just that these scars look very serious, but in fact they are just skin injuries, not very serious.

What was really powerful was the internal injury he suffered, which was invaded by the sword qi and needed to recuperate for quite a long time before it could be completely healed.

At a distance of about ten meters opposite Han Ye, a middle-aged man about forty years old also revealed his figure.

This man looks very ordinary, has no features, and is the kind that can't be found in the crowd.

But his eyes are very special, there is no emotion in them, as if everything is a dog, not in his eyes.

At this time, the man's face was blood-red, as if he was about to drip blood, which was very abnormal.

Not only that, but his gaze was also as sharp as before, listless, his breath was sluggish, and his face showed a little pain from time to time.

The punch that Han Ye threw out with all his strength just now had obviously already dealt him a heavy blow!