Lingyuan armor, this is a cultivation method that only cultivators who have entered the four realms can comprehend, due to the huge consumption of spiritual elements in the body, it is rarely used until the last resort.

As soon as the silver-gray Lingyuan armor appeared on the surface of his body, the young man waved his hands continuously, and in a writhing sound, more than a dozen blue-blue cold rays shot out of his sleeves.

These cold rays were small arrows less than half a foot long, their shiny arrowheads reflecting a blinding glow in the sunlight, and the speed of their flight showed that they were not fired by ordinary crossbows.

Ye Haotian's face remained unchanged, but the body that rushed forward suddenly stopped, and a bright silver Lingyuan shield appeared on his chest out of thin air, and one of the silver swords suddenly exploded, and a circle of silver-red light swept towards the small arrow that shot at him. The other two small swords flew straight towards the young man in mid-air.

More than a dozen small arrows were hit by the energy generated by the explosion of the Silver Sword, and their speed was greatly reduced, and when they hit the Lingyuan shield in front of Ye Haotian, they made a slight aggressive sound like raindrops falling on the lid of a pot, and they fell to the ground one after another.

At this time, the two silver swords had already pierced the Lingyuan armor on the young man's body, and half of the sword head was inserted into the armor and pierced his clothes, and then it was blocked from castration.

The young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know how these powerful silver swords Ye Haotian came out, but after all, he only had the cultivation of the late stage of the Three Realms, and even the most powerful attack methods could not easily break through the defense of the Lingyuan armor of the powerhouse in the middle of the Four Realms.

However, as soon as the young man's expression relaxed, the small silver sword inserted in his chest suddenly exploded, and the two violent forces swelled sharply from the inside out, and in an instant, his chest was blown into a blur of flesh and blood, and the almost substantial armor was also blown apart.

Almost at the moment when the armor exploded, another small silver sword broke through the air and plunged into the young man's heart without any obstacles.

A rain of blood sprayed out in mid-air, and after the young man landed, he took a few steps back and fell on his back, covering his chest with both hands, his eyes bulging, his eyes staring at Ye Haotian in shock and pain, and his body was loose after a convulsion, and he died. Only a half-inch-long wound on his chest kept spurting blood.

From the fight between Ye Haotian and the young man to the end, it was only a few dozen breaths before and after.

The series of attacks that killed the young man in the end only took a few moments in the blink of an eye.

Because the action was too fast, and the morning sun was a little dazzling, the people watching the excitement at both ends of the alley didn't see how Ye Haotian made a move at all.

The picture in their sight was just a young man stabbing a knife, the head of the knife suddenly popped out, and then somehow flew out diagonally, while the middle-aged man flew backwards strangely, and the Lingyuan armor suddenly appeared on the surface of the person's body in the air, and then for some reason the armor exploded, and it was lifeless after landing.

And Ye Haotian just stabbed forward Pingping, but the tip of the knife never touched the young man's body from beginning to end.

Because they didn't see it clearly, it looked a little weird, and in the face of a duel, the people couldn't help but stop and watch with curiosity, but when they saw someone die, it was a different story.

"Murder! Murder!"

There were people in the crowd who screamed loudly, and the onlookers who were shouting and cheering with great interest just now suddenly came to their senses and began to flee in all directions, and in the blink of an eye, there was no longer a single figure in the alley of several hundred meters.

Ye Haotian's face was always as calm as ever, looking at the corpse of the young man on the ground, his tightened heart relaxed a little.

He didn't have an easy fight just now.

The young man has experience in combat, and his shots are tricky and vicious, and many of his moves are more ruthless than the killers cultivated by Xinghe, especially the speed of his moves, which is so fast that he can't gather enough spirit yuan to use the Lei Gang fist, and the gap in the realm also makes Ye Haotian restricted everywhere, forcing him to use the Silver Sword.

The midday sun is a bit harsh.

Ye Haotian came to the young man's body and began to search his body. But what was disappointing was that this assassin with the mid-stage cultivation of the Four Realms didn't have anything on him that could prove his origin.

A flash of disappointment flashed on his face, and just as he was about to get up and leave, a scarlet half-moon-shaped imprint on the young man's neck caught Ye Haotian's attention.

Ye Haotian had never seen this kind of branding, but he knew that it was a slave brand.

In Great Bactria, many families would buy some slaves to do some heavy and dirty work for the family, and in order to prevent the slaves from escaping, the master would make some indelible marks on them.

Hot stamping with a red-hot iron is the most common method.

Ye Haotian silently remembered the appearance of the imprint on the young man's body, and after making sure that there were no other discoveries, he took out a black medicine bottle from the Liuyun Ring, the bottle contained some red powder, Ye Haotian sprinkled them evenly on the young man's body and got up to leave.

As soon as he walked a few steps away, the young man's corpse suddenly burst into flames, and the temperature of the blazing flames was extremely high, and in just a dozen breaths, the corpse was burned into a pile of black ashes.

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"Let's go. ”

The old man in the carriage in front of the gatehouse at the end of the alley lowered the curtain of the carriage and said slowly.

The young man didn't seem to have woken up from the surprise just now: "Have you seen clearly what those silver swords are? ”

"Our purpose is to keep him from dying, not to find out the secrets, the hunters of the galaxy, who don't have some means to save their lives. Turn right at the intersection ahead. ”

The young man's eyes flickered, and he didn't ask any more questions, but his face became solemn.

The carriage moved slowly into the alley ahead.

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"This is not an ordinary slave brand, it is a slave pattern unique to martial arts slaves in the black martial arts boxing world. ”

In the underground secret room of the Martyrs' Palace, Ye Wuying said to Ye Haotian after reading the half-moon-shaped pattern in his hand.

"The Black Martial Arts Boxing Arena is the largest boxing arena in Anyang, and those who are qualified to tattoo this kind of slave tattoo belong to the first-class boxers, and there are not many of them, tell me about the appearance of the assassin and the way he shot, I will help you check it, however, the fee will be deducted from your points. ”

Ye Haotian briefly described the hand-to-hand process.

"Give you the results in three days. ”

After receiving the assurance that there was no shadow in the night, Ye Haotian left the secret room and returned to his residence.

On the table in the secret room, five Xuangang swords were neatly placed on it, Ye Haotian sat at the table, holding the Lingyuan pen knife in his hand, and once again recalled the newly conceived spirit pattern, and only after making sure that there was nothing missing, he picked up one of the swords, lowered his head, and carved it on it seriously.

What Ye Haotian wanted to make for Long Chaoge was five pieces of first-grade spirit pattern Xuanbing.

When he left the auction house, he was always thinking about how to attract the attention of the wealthy families without being too ostentatious.