How fast is that dark shadow?

He hid between night and day, without a shadow and invisible, but a strange wind blew, and people found that Wu Heng's fatal wound had a sharp bayonet, the blade surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting dazzling white light, and blood slowly infected the knife surface until it stained the entire bayonet red.

Wu Heng didn't have time to block that blow at the first time, but before the wind swept by him, he evolved the Great Dipper Emperor's mastery!

The instantaneous technique moves from the heart, from the thought, and it is almost to the extreme!

"Sweep through a thousand armies!"

Wu Heng let out a loud roar, turning into a dragon's roar that shook the sky, causing the earth to tremble.

That's the strongest attack in the Dragon King's arts!

He swept away with his right arm, and his arm turned into a golden dragon body, and the dragon body was transforming, from one dragon body to three golden dragon bodies, sweeping in all directions.

The scene in front of him is magnificent and magnificent, three golden dragons are floating and swimming in the void, like three law enforcement chains, running through the end of heaven and earth, locking the sun, moon and stars, ancient and modern and future!

"Where to run!"

In Wu Heng's roar, a black-robed young man was swept away by the dragon's tail and flew more than ten miles away!

"Poof"

The black-robed young man coughed up blood, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be immersed in panic, and the bones on his body were rattling, at least sixty times, which showed that he had suffered a lot from the impact of the Dragon King Technique, and at least sixty bones were broken at once, and his internal organs were estimated to have cracked open, and his mouth kept vomiting blood, looking very embarrassed and hit hard.

At the same time, people saw that there were twelve immortal veins on the back of the black-robed young man who were shining, as brilliant as the morning sun breaking in the dawn!

The power of the twelve immortal veins!

So far, even Wu Heng has never seen too many twelve immortal veins!

And this person actually has as many as twelve immortal veins.

However, if it weren't for those twelve wisps of immortal qi to protect the body, it is estimated that the young man in black would have been killed in an instant by Wu Heng's three-trick Dragon King Technique!

The black-robed young man wore a loose coat and hat, and the hat was full of shadows, making it difficult to see the outline of the owner clearly.

"What kind of power does this person come from?" The monks on the side of the Deserted City were suspicious, and they each squinted their eyes and watched, thinking that they had never heard of the person in front of them when they looked at the young generation of the Supreme in the Deserted City.

"In the deserted city, there shouldn't be any family that can cultivate a top-level assassin of this level, could it be the Shadow God Kingdom? Only the Shadow God Kingdom has such a concealment method, completely blending into night and day, as long as a safe distance is kept, even those with special pupil power will not be able to detect them!" Some well-informed living fossils quickly guessed one or two, and their expressions became subtle.

"The Shadow God Kingdom and my deserted city have always been incompatible, and they belong to the outside world, so why did the assassins from the outside world make a move against Wu Heng now?"

"Haha, dog-eat-dog, it's a pleasure to hear. Many monks in the deserted city laughed, this scene of assassination really made them feel relieved, and it also showed that the end of Wuheng had come!

At this moment, Wu Heng's face was already very embarrassed, and the damage caused by that blow was simply worse, but his eyes were still sharp, staring at the black-robed assassin who was swept away by him more than ten miles away and asked, "You are the son of darkness who was hidden in the dark and was beaten away by me before?"

"I didn't expect you to know me. The black-robed young man's voice was unusually hoarse, like a dry old tree, mixed with a bit of anger.

Wu Heng said with a hint of mockery: "You missed again"

"As an assassin, it is indeed fatal to miss twice at the same time, cough cough cough ......" The black-robed young man said halfway through, when he suddenly let out a violent coughing sound, with a tearing sensation in it, as if his lungs had been completely cracked and he could not maintain normal breathing and speaking.

With hatred and reluctance in his eyes, he said: "If I had been holding back for a moment, I should have been able to kill you with one blow, but I have never been able to hold back." ”

The black-robed young man made a move when Wu Heng drank the holy water of Tianchi, Wu Heng was the least defensive at that time, and it was also the best opportunity he was waiting for, he had no reason not to let go, but he still couldn't kill Wu Heng completely. Because the black-robed young man was also deeply jealous of Wu Heng, a person with instantaneous skills was simply a nightmare for all assassins, and if he couldn't kill him with one blow, it would be basically difficult to escape with his whole body.

Under the pressure of many aspects, the black-robed young man felt so nervous for the first time, thinking too much, which led to his final miss, and he failed to kill with one blow.

At the same time, he was also hit hard, and was swept by three dragon tails, and it is already a miracle to be able to die!

Of course, the black-robed young man was not a complete failure, he laughed loudly and said, "Although I can't kill you with my own hands, under that blow, you don't have any combat power!"

With that, the black-robed youth's voice became vague and began to dissipate, once again melting into day and night.

And in the deep mountains and old forests in the distance, the monk of the empty plain did not act rashly, the monk's eyes became complicated, he did not expect that the son of darkness in the prophecy was not Wu Heng, but the assassin from the Shadow God Kingdom!

Looking at the main battlefield, Wuheng's form is not easy to be optimistic!

His face was bloodless, his lips were purple, and he was covered in wounds and dried blood, and he could only barely stand on his feet with the help of the Dragon Yuan Sword inserted in the earth.

Being captured by a terrifying genius assassin with twelve immortal veins was naturally a worse situation, and even people thought that there was no need to continue the battle, because Wu Heng could fall on his own at any time!

There is a limit to what a person can bear!

Wu Heng has endured hundreds of dark forbidden spells on his body, and has endured countless wounds caused by attacking immortal arts, and the most terrifying thing is that there is an extra sharp knife in the blood hole dug by the sage's hand bones!

That knife is extremely deadly, because it can't be pulled out!

The knife is also blessed with ancient arts, once it is pierced into the human body, it cannot be pulled out with the hand, which causes Wu Heng's wound to continue to bleed to the point that it is difficult to contain.

Everyone's eyes were on Wu Heng, watching how long this "lion" would fall!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud sword roar rushed straight into the sky!

People looked sideways and found that Luo Yutian had finally left!

"My sword is awake!"

Luo Yutian spoke, he was hunting in purple, his spirit was flying, and he quickly pulled out the sword in the sword box behind his back.

Wu Heng raised his eyes and looked more than ten miles away, his face was full of exhaustion, but he had absolutely no fear, he also pulled out the Longyuan sword that was deep in the earth, and responded in a hoarse and dry voice: "My sword has always been awake!"