The middle-aged cultivator's movements were fast and agile, without the slightest drag, his cultivation had reached the middle of the Four Realms, and the three-rank body technique he had inadvertently obtained last year gave him the strength to defeat most cultivators of the same level.

He had seen the rhubarb, and he had also seen the eight taels in Ye Haotian's arms, and of course he had also seen that the strength of the group of people behind Ye Haotian was only two realms and three realms, if in normal times, even if the number was doubled, he would not care, but he didn't want to cause trouble again tonight, because he knew that these people who were chasing were not only from the Long family.

In Anyang City, there are some people who can't be provoked casually, and the Long family is one of them, although he had to kill a few of the Long family's guards with his companions in the afternoon for some reasons, it doesn't mean that they dare to confront the Long family head-on.

The middle-aged cultivator didn't understand how the Long family found him, he didn't show his true face when he assassinated the female barbarian, although there was a lot of confusion in his heart, his reaction was extremely fast, he chose this window seat to sit, just to facilitate escape in case of an accident.

Now that the accident had really happened, the middle-aged cultivator pushed open the window for the first time and jumped out, with his body and speed, he believed that as long as he got to the street, he would not be able to catch up with him.

It's just that the middle-aged cultivator's feet just hit the ground, and before he could take a step, the whole person suddenly froze on the spot.

"You ......"

Looking at the young man standing a foot away in front of him, the middle-aged cultivator couldn't believe his eyes, he quickly turned his head to take a look, and found that the young man who was the first to rush in through the main entrance was gone!

An unprovoked chill arose from the middle-aged cultivator's heart, and he didn't think about it at all, and in the shortest possible time, he made the most correct choice.

He drew his sword.

A slender and narrow sword used by a middle-aged cultivator, agile and light, the swordsmanship he practiced was also known for being tricky and weird, facing the young man in front of him who looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his cultivation was in the late stage of the Three Realms, he didn't mean to despise it, and as soon as he struck, it was the most ruthless sword.

A faint silver halo lit up from the middle-aged cultivator's waist, and hundreds of small silver flowers with buds suddenly appeared in the surrounding air, the middle-aged cultivator drew his sword out of its sheath, and actually didn't make any sound, but the silver flowers began to bloom with the sword stabbed in his hand, and turned into a sharp sword qi half a finger long and shot out towards Ye Haotian's whole body.

Once a practitioner's cultivation has passed through the four realms, the control and perception of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi will enter a new realm, and the spiritual energy in the body will merge with the outside world to form an energy resonance that can only be understood and difficult to explain in words, which is the so-called 'potential'.

When this 'potential' is strong to a certain extent, it will change into various killing intents with the transformation of the cultivator's will and emotions, and the masters of the Seven Realms will take people's lives from a hundred zhang away with one look, just because the control of this 'potential' has reached a state of unity between heaven and man.

The middle-aged cultivator naturally still has a long way to go from this realm, and it is very likely that he will not be able to touch the world of that level in his life, and then he already has his own understanding of the 'potential', and this sword is extremely strong and fast in the eyes of any powerhouse of the Four Realms.

If it is fast, it will not be easy to break, and with the speed of this sword and his own reaction, the middle-aged cultivator has full confidence that he will kill the young man who is blocking the front with a sword, or force him back.

However, the middle-aged cultivator's sword had just been unsheathed, and the sword momentum had not yet condensed, and the young man on the opposite side had already taken out his sword.

The middle-aged cultivator had never seen such a fast sword, he didn't even see the appearance of the knife clearly, he only felt that the cold light flashed in front of him, and the flowers in the sky had dissipated, his arm suddenly lightened, and a faint coolness rushed into his mind, and then, his forearm and the narrow sword in his hand strangely separated from his body and fell to the ground.

The terrible scream roared out of the throat of the middle-aged cultivator, he covered half of his arm, blood kept gushing down his fingers, his cold eyes were filled with pain and extreme fear, but his reaction was still extremely fast, only half of the howl of pain was forcefully pressed back into his lungs, and the spirit yuan in his body frantically poured into his legs, flying in the opposite direction.

One blow missed, trying his best to retreat, there are not many people who can make this kind of reaction in the blink of an eye, the middle-aged cultivator has cultivated the ability to adapt in the past dozens of assassinations that ordinary people do not have, but although his speed is fast, Ye Haotian's knife is faster.

At the moment when the middle-aged cultivator jumped up, the nameless long knife was unsheathed again, and a blade qi as thin as a cicada's wings slashed out from the tip of the knife, and the middle-aged cultivator's legs in mid-air suddenly separated from his body from below his knees, and he fell to the ground after only jumping less than half a foot, and then, there was the sound of the middle-aged cultivator falling heavily to the ground like a broken sack.

When Yan Dong jumped out of the window, the battle on this side was over.

The miserable howl of pain erupted from the middle-aged cultivator's mouth again, this time he finally couldn't control it anymore, looking at the broken leg and broken arm on the ground, Yan Dong suddenly felt a cold wind running from his back, and his eyes looking at Ye Haotian revealed deep shock and jealousy.

"In the afternoon in the tavern of Sanli Lane, there was a barbarian girl who was assassinated by you, and I can not kill you if you are the master messenger and other companions behind it. ”

Ye Haotian looked at the middle-aged cultivator on the ground, and there was an indescribable calm and indifference in his voice.

"You want me to betray my accomplices, you're dreaming!"

The middle-aged cultivator's painful tears flowed out uncontrollably, and he wailed with a hideous face: "I'm already gone, what's the use of living even if ......I live!

The laughter stopped abruptly, and a stream of black blood suddenly appeared from the middle-aged cultivator's mouth, and he died.

The expression on Ye Haotian's face did not change, he walked to the middle-aged cultivator, opened his clothes and checked them, on his left chest, he found a snake-shaped tattoo, and from the left pocket of his clothes, he also found a red waist plate that also had a snake-shaped pattern.

Put away the waist card, Ye Haotian turned around and walked towards the carriage parked not far away, jumped on his shoulder, shouted, and Rhubarb limped to find the next target.

"Boss, do you want to bring the body back?"

A member of the Long family asked Yan Dong, who was staring at Ye Haotian's back and didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Dong glanced at the corpse on the ground and muttered for a moment: "It's okay, the snake tattoo should be the mark of a certain killer assassin organization, send him directly to the auction house, and let the sixth master check his details." ”

"Yes!"