The Night Raven may be strong, but he has encountered the stronger Ye Jiantian.

A female streamer, who can dominate a legion and get the name of the overlord flower, obviously relies not on beauty, but on genuine strength. Her strength is superior to that of the Abyss Sea Dragon Slayer Legion, and she is only under the Beast Soul Master who controls the legion.

This female domineering is by no means in vain.

The escaped Night Raven had no idea what kind of opponent he was provoking.

By the time he began to realize that something wasn't quite right, it was already too late. He found that he had not escaped the tracking of the other party, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer.

The other party's murderous intentions are like the faint dew in the dense mountains and wilderness in the thin twilight, lingering and omnipresent.

The feeling of being killed made his scalp tingle. He doesn't feel irritated at all right now. He felt a wave of fear.

However, he tried his best to restrain his fear and keep himself in the calmest state possible. He paused in a place where the terrain was flat and the trees were relatively thin. He knew that in such a situation, it would be to his disadvantage to run away. Instead, it's better to calm down, concentrate, and secretly move to brake.

The twilight was a little heavier, but it didn't really last long.

Between the thick roots of the trees in the distance, the dew floats quietly like a ghostly mist, soothing and changing, and the whole picture is so quiet and beautiful.

Suddenly......

The dew cracked through it, and a slender and tall black figure jumped out, like a black light and shadow, and like a black ribbon in the rapids, which did not make any sound, but it was so fast that it was terrifying.

The black figure instantly came to the front of the Night Raven.

"...... you swim in the deep sea?"

Night Raven's eyes widened. Seeing the incredible way he moved, he finally knew who was killing him. Before that, he never thought it would be this person, and he didn't dream of it. Didn't she have a deep grudge against that Zhou Fan?

That beast recipe is called the Abyssal Sea Dragon Technique, inherited from the Abyssal Sea Dragon Slayer Legion, which can be said to be the mastery of this legion's body technique, and only one person can cultivate to this kind of void wandering, quiet and silent realm.

That person's name is Ye Jiantian.

Ye Jian listened to it, and the killing machine was even stronger. Although she is not a professional assassin, she has experienced many iron-blooded battles, and her personality is very domineering.

I saw Ye Jiantian attack suddenly, a slender white palm leaned out, like a white dragon wandering away, shaking his head and tail, but there was a terrifying momentum of chopping waves and dividing the sea, and the seemingly soft palm shook a few times, as if the space in front of him was split in half.

With a pop, the night crow actually froze in place, without any movement, like a wooden stake, allowing Ye Jiantian's fingers to hit his chest, and then shook slightly, cracking the defense, tearing his chest, and silently dividing his whole person into two halves.

Show up, shoot, and destroy the enemy. Silent.

This is the power of the top genius of the kingdom.

Ye Jiantian, who was dressed in a strong suit, took a step back and slowly withdrew his palm, and there was no trace of blood on it. She glanced down at the corpse on the ground, a sneer flashed in her eyes, and then she flashed and quietly disappeared in place.

It was precisely because of this that Zhou Ming's sense of the wild heart of the night crow was suddenly interrupted.

How did Zhou Ming know that the truth was actually like this, so he slowed down and searched cautiously towards this side.

It didn't take long for the smell of blood to betray the Night Raven's place.

"You...... Which one are you playing?"

Zhou Ming looked at the two corpses on the ground that were still very hot in disbelief, and he couldn't figure out the situation at all for a while.

"Is someone secretly protecting me?"

Zhou Ming couldn't help but think about it this way, and Lei Qingfeng's smiling expression suddenly appeared in his mind. Except for Lei Qingfeng, he didn't believe that anyone else could have such a skill. You must know that the assassin from the Undercurrent Hall who fell to the ground was a nine-rank beast master. To be able to kill such a strong person silently in such a short period of time, how terrifying should its strength be?

He looked around closely, and his scalp tingled, because he couldn't find any traces of fighting.

Could it be that this person was killed with a single blow?

The thought flashed in Zhou Ming's heart, and he suddenly felt a little creepy, feeling that this matter was too weird.

"If Lei Qingfeng arranges for someone to protect me, he will definitely let me know in advance. I don't like to be stared at, and he should know that......"

A thought flashed in Zhou Ming's heart, and his face showed a solemn expression: "Could it be that this person has another background?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere had become very wrong. Huge tree trunks, dragon-like intertwined roots, silent dew, and dark night......

The aura of danger seemed to merge with the night, and it melted into the floating dew, suddenly making the surroundings cold.

Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body, and 100,000 cold hairs stood up.

He felt an incomparably strong aura of danger, but he couldn't sense where it was coming from.

Damn it!

It's like meeting a ghost.

His nerves instantly tensed to the extreme, and he entered a state of full alert.

In front of him, in his vision, the ghost appeared.

It seemed to be a mysterious ribbon, and it was like a black dragon wandering in the flood, meandering and swimming, silent, but full of an indescribable atmosphere and shock.

When I saw it, it was actually too late.

Because that "ghost" came too quickly.

Zhou Ming's eyes moved suddenly, and he saw a pair of deep eyes in front of him, like a cold spring, and his figure was reflected in it.

Then, he saw a dragon as white and flawless as jade appear in those eyes of his own shadow, as if it had suddenly soared out from the depths of his pupils.

An incomparably terrifying coercion had invaded his mind, and with the power of the dragon that dominated the world, it suppressed the Liuhe Eight Desolations, making his mind completely immobilized.

"Kill!"

Almost a conditioned reflex, Zhou Ming, who was stiff and pestle there like a stake, suddenly let out a shout, his whole body was violent, and between raising his hand, he broke out a terrifying blow.

Desperate Dragon Slayer!

If it weren't for Zhou Ming's experience of the inheritance illusion of sacrificing his life and slaying dragons, feeling the terrifying coercion of the wild Nine Dragons, experiencing the so-called great danger, great fear, and great despair, and finally comprehending the true meaning of courage, today I am afraid that he would follow in the footsteps of the night crow.

The death of the night crow was suppressed by a fantasy realm containing terrifying dragon power carried by Ye Jian's hand.

In the face of this blow, the mind has been suppressed, the mind has been paralyzed, how can the body be able to adapt to the situation?

Ye Jiantian's shot was definitely not simple, but a strange beast technique that fused the mysteries of the soul beast technique.

In addition to the terrifying attack power, this beast trick also contains an illusion, in which a white dragon sits inside, hovering between the sky and the sea, suppressing the ten directions, and the majesty can be called invincible.

It's a pity that Zhou Ming has now cultivated the technique of sacrificing his life and slaying dragons.

The illusion dragon power between her moves is like a little spark that detonates the powder keg. It seriously stimulated Zhou Ming, making Zhou Ming like a conditioned reflex, instantly running the trick of sacrificing himself and slaying the dragon, regaining clarity in a flash, and suddenly saw a slender figure standing in front of him, a snow-white palm was not far from his chest.

Even at that moment, he could see the sinister and cunning in the other party's eyes.

Zhou Ming didn't hesitate, he only had time to urge the most handy rigid and soft tiger to make a decision, supplemented by the technique of sacrificing life and slaying the dragon, exhausted all his strength, and brazenly burst out with a fierce blow, not caring about his own safety, ignoring the opponent's attack, but directly blasting into the opponent's chest.