"Who are you?"

Seeing 'Yang Min' make a move, Ye Wushuang's eyes said coldly.

At this time, both Ye Wushuang and Han Shan were extremely vigilant, and their expressions were solemn.

Ye Wushuang and Han Shan both felt the taste of death.

"I, of course, am the one who has come to take your life. ”

'Yang Min's voice became hoarse, and it was completely different from the previous voice.

"You're not Yang Min, and you're not from my Daxu Academy, who are you?"

Ye Wushuang's tone was extremely cold, and he moved towards a corpse without a trace.

"Who am I, does it matter?"

'Yang Min' licked and licked the blood stains on the short knife, and his cold gaze swept towards Ye Wushuang, and his tone was extremely cold.

"Important?"

"At least I want to know, whose hands am I dying, I don't want to be a fool?"

Ye Wushuang insisted.

At this time, Ye Wushuang and Han Shan's bodies were already less than three meters away from Leng Qingfeng's corpse, and Leng Qingfeng's soot bomb was within reach.

As long as they get their hands on the fireworks, they can use them to call for help.

But the alertness of a killer is terrifying.

When Ye Wushuang and Han Shan were about to get their hands on the fireworks bombs, Yang Min's gaze fell on the fireworks bombs rolling out next to Leng Qingfeng's corpse.

"Quick!"

Ye Wushuang burst into a shout, and Han Shan instantly pounced on the pyrotechnic bomb.

At this time, Ye Wushuang was very decisive.

Their cultivation is too different, and if they want to kill this person, the chances are slim, so they can only entrust their hopes on fireworks.

"Think beautifully!"

A cold light flew away, and before Han Shan's hand arrived, it directly pierced the pyrotechnic bomb.

The fireworks bombs were scrapped in an instant, and Ye Wushuang and Han Shan's plan to call for help came to naught in an instant, and they were only capable of fighting.

"Who the hell are you?"

Ye Wushuang's eyes were a little blood-red and asked.

"Well, before you die, I'll grant you that wish. ”

'Yang Min''s voice fell, and I saw his hand pull to his face, and a human skin mask was removed from his face, revealing his true face.

His eyes were cloudy, mixed with cold light, like a poisonous snake that could choose someone to devour at any time, giving people a feeling of extreme danger.

"I don't have a name, they all call me Night Thirteen, you can call me Thirteen Master!"

Night Thirteen said in a cold voice.

"Night Thirteen?"

Ye Wushuang thought for a moment, but still couldn't find any information related to this person, "Night Thirteen, we don't know each other, we have no hatred or grudges, why do you want to kill us?"

Ye Wushuang asked his question.

"The Night Mercenary Group kills people, never asks why, we just need money, as long as we give enough money, we will sell our lives for it, I came here to kill you, naturally someone bought your life?"

"By the way, whether it is Zhou Tai or Leng Qingfeng, it was all arranged by us, but it is all waste, it is a waste of time, I didn't expect that you are so talented, no wonder that person gave out 30,000 spirit crystals to kill you, if he knew your talent, even if it was 300,000 spirit crystals, he would come out!"

Night Thirteen stared at Ye Wushuang and said with some surprise.

"Who is it, who is going to kill me?"

At this time, deep in Ye Wushuang's heart, he was roaring.

If he didn't solve the matter, he would be in endless danger.

"What else do you want to know before you die?"

Night Thirteen looked at Ye Wushuang and smiled gloomily.

"Who the hell is going to buy my life?"

Ye Wushuang really wanted to know that the mastermind behind the scenes.

"I don't know much about this, I only know that that person is from Qingzhou Academy!"

After Ye Thirteen finished speaking, a cold light shot out of his eyes, obviously now he is going to make a move, the longer it drags on, the more dangerous it is, this is a taboo for killing.

"Qingzhou School Palace!"

Hear the four words of Qingzhou School Palace.

Whether it was Ye Wushuang or Han Shan, there was a roar in their brains.

At this time, it was still not reflected there, in the Qingzhou School Palace, there was only one person who would kill them, their former good brother, Bai Junyu.

"Bai Junyu, you are so ruthless!"

Han Shan, who was behind Ye Wushuang, roared in a low voice.

Creak!

Creak!

At this time, Ye Wushuang's fist creaked.

"Now that you know who wants you to die, die now!"

Night Thirteen's cold eyes flickered, his body swept in an instant, and the short knife in his hand waved, just like the black and white impermanence of harvesting human lives in the dark night.

"If you want me to die, it's not that easy!"

Ye Wushuang let out a low roar, like a roaring dao.

At this time, Ye Wushuang was extremely angry, among the fourteen points in his body, a large amount of true qi erupted, and above the Martial Spirit Holy Dragon, a flame that extinguished all things appeared.

"Yanlong Killing Fist!"

Facing the killer in the dark night, Ye Wushuang didn't dare to hide his secrets in the slightest, and directly used his strongest means.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang.

I saw Ye Wushuang's body flying out upside down, and he took more than a dozen steps back.

The throat was sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

But it was forcibly swallowed by Ye Wushuang, and his indifferent gaze stared at Ye Thirteen.

"You're good, it's a pity!"

Night Thirteen wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said coldly.

Ye Wushuang's punch just now actually hurt him, his cultivation is a double of Xuan Mai, which shows how strong Ye Wushuang's talent is.

At this time, Ye Wushuang's qi and blood were churning, and it was difficult to continue to attack, but Ye Thirteen's short knife came like a ghostly assassination.

"Get out!"

Han Shan on the side, the whole person seemed to be wrapped in golden light, and he punched Ye Thirteen.

This punch was arrogant and domineering, and the terrifying power seemed to tear the void around the fist, and the golden fist killed the night thirteen.

"Hmm!"

Feeling the horror of Han Shan's attack, a look of surprise appeared in Ye Thirteen's eyes.

He didn't expect that there would be such a terrible disciple in the Great Ruins School Palace, if he lived, he would definitely shine in the Great Competition of the School Palace.

However, it is impossible to live when he meets him.

"Cross Kill!"

Night Thirteen's voice fell, and his figure disappeared in an instant, as if he had evaporated from the world.

Han Shan tried his best to punch it, but it fell short.

Where Night Thirteen was standing just now, a huge fist mark was left behind.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang and Han Shan instantly stood upside down, and a terrible sense of crisis struck.

The two of them were back to back, their eyes swept in all directions, searching for the traces of Night Thirteen.

However, there is no trace.

"No way, as long as it's a person, it can't disappear out of thin air. ”

Ye Wushuang urged his divine sense, searching for the traces of Night Thirteen.

However, the power of divine consciousness still has not been obtained.

"Too Void Divine Bead!"

At this moment, Ye Wushuang thought of the Taixu Divine Bead on his chest.

Under the increase of the Taixu Divine Bead, Ye Wushuang's divine sense skyrocketed more than twice, and he finally found the trace of Night Thirteen.

But at this moment, Ye Wushuang's expression changed greatly.

Because an illusory shadow had moved from the ground, it was already less than a meter away from them, and a distance of one meter was enough to take the life of one of them.

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