"Who the hell are you?" When this person asked this sentence, Ling Hao's knife had already arrived with a fierce murderous aura.

"So fast!"

became his last words, and the next moment, blood spurted out of his neck uncontrollably, and the person fell to the ground uncontrollably.

At the moment when the first person fell to the ground, Ling Hao's knife was already dancing in the moonlight, and the white moonlight reflected on the cold knife, and only by drinking the scorching blood could he relieve the anger in his heart.

Ten breaths, starting from Ling Hao's killing of the first person, after ten breaths, he swung ten swords, walked ten steps, and beheaded ten people.

The people behind him fell to the ground one after another, and until they died, they didn't see Ling Hao's appearance clearly.

"It seems that among this group of people, there is no spirit master that the woman said, it seems that there is another group!"

Ling Hao put the knife back into its sheath, preparing to take care of the battlefield and wait for the owner to return.

However, at the moment when Ling Hao bent down, a secret embroidery needle struck, and the needle flashed with a faint green light under the moonlight, obviously quenched with poison.

The silent needle, seeing that it was about to stab Ling Hao, Ling Hao suddenly felt something in his heart, as if something insidious rushed in, turned around with the knife, and happened to see a trace of invisible silver, with the high-speed body cultivation method, Ling Hao used the blade to block this fatal blow.

"Ding!"

The poison needle sparked a little bit on the blade, and it bounced off the pillar.

"Who's sneaking up?" Ling Hao spoke up.

But in the empty backyard, there is nothing but his voice, and it seems that he is a hidden master!

Ling Hao judged based on experience, at this time, three more silver needles suddenly shot out, stabbing directly at the top of Ling Hao's head, heart, and back.

This person's needle application technique is really strange, and he can shoot poisonous needles from three directions, which is really difficult.

If it weren't for the vigilance in his heart, Ling Hao's keen senses would also be an ornament.

What kind of person is it, who can silently shoot poisonous needles in three directions.

This is too contrary to common sense, is it a technique of controlling things?

In addition to the famous spirit mages and spirit masters who are known as mobile turrets, there is also a side door and a control master who relies on spiritual power to manipulate items.

But spiritual power is not a hand or foot after all, and it can't be done like a finger. Therefore, it can only control small prices, such as darts, silver needles and the like.

But there was no feeling of spiritual attachment on the silver needles shot in front of him.

Just as Ling Hao was thinking, three more poisonous needles shot at this time, the angles were even more tricky, and all three of them came from Ling Hao's visual blind spot.

Fortunately, Ling Hao, as a physical cultivator, had extremely keen senses, and with the help of listening to the sound positioning, he determined the angle at which the three silver needles came.

Raise the knife and slash, but when Ling Hao's knife was about to look at the poison needle, the poison needle actually rose extremely quickly at the moment when Ling Hao's long knife looked at it, drawing an almost right-angled arc, and Ling Hao's slash that was avoided shot straight into Ling Hao's eyes. If you really shoot, I'm afraid you'll be blind.

However, Ling Hao had been through a hundred battles after all, and at this critical moment, he decisively stretched out his left hand and grabbed the three poisonous needles in one hand. At the same time, he quickly came to the room and leaped into the window. He was hidden, but his left hand was also stabbed with a poisonous needle.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

As if he had been bitten by a venomous snake, the pain was accompanied by venom that eroded his body.

Ling Hao immediately lowered the rate of his heartbeat, slowing down to a minute.

The blood in the body is almost stagnant, so it can only be delayed for a while, and the venom will still slowly erode the heart.

"Hahaha, I really thought you were so strong, you still fell in love with Uncle Ben's way!"

At this time, the voice of a middle-aged man sounded in the backyard. But the man obviously used thousands of miles to transmit the sound, and Ling Hao couldn't hear where the source of the sound was.

"Cut, a turtle with a shrunken head, there's a kind of fight with me!"

Ling Hao is unforgiving, but in fact, the purpose is to delay time. The more you get to this point, the more you delay time, the more powerful you are to yourself.

"Huh, a fight? Do you think I'm going to be so stupid, you've been poisoned by me, and you're going to die soon. Don't worry, if you kill so many thugs of my Black Tiger Gang, I will treat you with special benefits, such as using yours as a night pot! ”

Ling Hao hid, the man couldn't continue to attack, he could only mock loudly, his voice flickered far and near, obviously he didn't want to expose himself, so he dragged Ling Hao to death like this.

But it was really this middle-aged man's words that made Ling Hao pause.

It was uniquely poisonous, but Ling Hao clearly felt a familiar feeling from it.

Where exactly have you seen it? Ling Hao could be sure that by solving the mystery of the poison, he would be able to solve the current dilemma!

He tried hard to remember, but outside the walls of the money village, a fat-headed and big-eared monk couldn't bear the loneliness, quietly took out two poisonous needles, put them in the palm of his hand, and said to the air: "Baby, help me again, insert these two poisonous needles into that person's body." ”

There seemed to be no reaction in the air, the man's face changed instantly, he took out a golden bell from his arms, and said, "If you don't continue to help me, do you want to listen to the Lost Soul Bell?" ”

There was a sudden wind in the air, obviously something was afraid, and finally the thing in the air picked up the two poisonous needles in the man's hand and flew towards Ling Hao faintly.

I saw two poisonous needles break away from the monk's palm, slowly climb over the wall in the air, and fly towards Ling Hao, while the fat-headed and big-eared monk showed an extremely obscene smile.

"Whoever you are, your time of death has come!"

Ling Hao closed his eyes at this time, recalling the familiar feeling in the poison needle.

There were as many as six or seven kinds of poisons that Ling Hao had been exposed to in his life, but they had all been eliminated by him one by one, and the only poison he had recently suffered from was the Soul Devouring Poison.

But that kind of poison is too domineering, and it is completely different from the poison in front of me. This poisonous, gloomy, like a woman!

Wait, woman! Ling Hao knew that he was thinking about something wrong.

He had seen this kind of power, and he felt it when he saw the spirit of Li Sun'er's mother at the door of the tomb.

So what this opponent uses to manipulate the poison needle is also about to come out.

It's the spirit!

Ling Hao really had a way to deal with the spirit body, he injected his domineering power into his eyes, and his pupils turned golden in an instant. And he could see a girl shooting at him with a poisonous needle.

Behind her, a gray dotted line was connected to the outside of the fence.

"Hehe, I've found you!"

The moment Ling Hao shot the poisonous needle into his body, he turned his whole body into lightning and disappeared, this action stunned the enemies outside the wall.

He thought silently, "Is it a teleportation charm?" But it's not like that. ”

"Don't guess, it's a martial art: Thunder Instant!" Ling Hao's figure sounded in front of him.

He turned his head and saw Ling Hao standing with a knife in his hand, his eyes shining as bright as gold.

Fear instantly crept up his back, the person in front of him was a murderous demon who didn't blink, he immediately shot out two poisonous needles, but the poisonous needles without the control of the spirit body were not worrying in Ling Hao's eyes.

"You can't kill me, you have fallen for my unique poison, and if you kill me, you will die! Help, little ghost, you're dead! The fat-headed and big-eared monk said, the bell in his hand shook wildly, and in the courtyard, the female spirit holding the silver needle covered her head in pain and squatted on the ground.

The fat-headed and big-eared monk was in a panic and cut off his own way of life.

The next moment, Ling Hao's knife cut off his neck, and his head flew high, unexpectedly seeing his fat body.

"I'm sorry, I'll find the antidote myself!" Ling Hao said coldly.