Hearing the sound from behind him, Mo Yixian and the others were shocked, turned around and shot with all their might, and countless true yuan with a whistle that broke through the air, fanned out towards the rear, and looked at it from Shi Zhiyi's point of view, like two bright fireworks blooming in an instant.

It wasn't unclear that a martial artist who could sneak behind them silently could not cause real damage to them with this level of attack, but they had to use this extremely consuming way to determine the opponent's location in order to carry out the next round of attacks.

The branches and leaves in the sky fell one after another under the attack of the two, and even a few sycamore trees about the thickness of an adult man's arm could not withstand this round of True Yuan explosion, and the edge of the entire forest was instantly bald, but except for the sound of the branches and leaves falling and the trees falling to the ground, there was no sound that the two expected came out.

Finding that his attack was futile, Mo Yixian's body appeared with an armor about a finger thick of True Yuan condensation, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, like a cheetah ready to hunt, staring closely at the direction of the grove, while the Ascending Hall Realm martial artist who came with him instantly accelerated and rushed towards Shi Zhiyi's direction.

Although it is the first time to cooperate, I have to say that the cooperation between Mo Yixian and the two is quite tacit, without any hesitation and delay. The two of them have one main defense and one main attack, obviously fighting the idea of taking Shi Zhiyi first to seize the initiative.

Shi Zhiyi also had an extra sword in his hand, the blade of which was gray, and it was almost impossible to see it in this moonless night, if it wasn't a martial artist with excellent eyesight. At the most critical juncture, Shi Zhiyi's most trusted weapon was still the Shi family's ancestral artifact, the Qingshao Sword.

The distance between that martial artist and Shi Zhiyi was about seven or eight zhang away, and with the speed at which he burst out with all his strength, it was only a blink of an eye to reach Shi Zhiyi. However, before Shi Zhiyi could make a move, the figure he shot suddenly fell about four feet away from Shi Zhiyi, like a cheetah in a galloping flight, hitting an invisible wall.

The warrior who fell to the ground, the blade in his hand no longer knew where he had fallen and flown to just now. At this moment, he was holding his head tightly with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain, his eyes were closed, and he was moaning unconsciously "ho, ho".

Although Mo Yixian was facing the grove, he was distracted and focused on his companion's actions, and when he heard the other party's painful moans and rolls, Mo Yixian's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

Become a saint and a strongman!

Although they didn't want to believe it, the reaction of their companion was obviously a symptom of being injured by the attack of the Holy Strongman's Divine Thoughts, and the distance between him and the grove from where he fell to the ground was more than ten zhang, proving that the person who came was definitely not just stepping into the Holy Realm!

Mo Yixian's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, and he didn't know whether to run or stay for a while! Before he came, he had made a military order in front of the second prince and the eldest prince, and he would definitely take Shi Zhiyi's head back to see them, otherwise he would use his own head to atone for the crime.

With the lineup of two late-stage martial artists who came to kill a boy with the most Dawn, Mo Yixian was definitely full of confidence when he said this, if it wasn't for the order of the second son, he even felt that it was a little embarrassing to come and kill a hairy boy in the Dawn Realm with his own identity, but at this time, he found that the difficulty of wanting to complete this task was comparable to ascending to the sky!

Perhaps the first thing he should consider at this time is how to save his head!

When Mo Yixian hesitated, Shi Zhiyi did not hesitate for half a minute. Seeing that the martial artist was rolling on the ground in pain with his head in his hands, Shi Zhiyi had already come to him in a blink of an eye, and a bright light crossed Qing Shao in his hand, which happened to slash at his neck!

This is at least a martial artist in the late stage of his debut, and he didn't even have a chance to stab out a sword, so his head was in a different place, and his death was unknown!

Hearing the sound of True Yuan breaking through the air and blood spraying from behind him, Mo Yixian no longer hesitated, and stabbed out with all his strength, hitting the only area in the woods that he couldn't clearly perceive.

True Yuan streaked across the night sky like a meteor, leaving a flickering trail in the thick night. Mo Yixian didn't care about the result of his blow, and shot out to the right like an arrow off the string.

As long as this blow can stop the mysterious saint-entering martial artist for a moment, Mo Yixian will have a chance to find a glimmer of life with the cover of night!

The meteor silently disappeared into the grove, not even a single leaf was shaken off.

Mo Yixian felt that his speed had broken through the limit of this life, and he even had a faint feeling that if he ran like this, maybe the next realm, the peak of the hall would not be far away from him.

However, a figure suddenly appeared on Mo Yixian's escape route, only a foot and a half away from him. Obviously, this figure did not exist a moment ago, but the momentum with which it stood there seemed to have been waiting here for tens of thousands of years.

Perhaps because of the momentum of this figure, Mo Yixian didn't have any courage to make a move, so he could only make a sharp turn, preparing to flee in the direction of the right side again.

At the moment when he had just turned his body, he felt that the position of the fourth vertebrae under his neck on his back seemed to be bitten by a mosquito.

It felt so slight, yet so clear.

"It's just summer, and there are mosquitoes?"

Mo Yixian thought as he prepared to accelerate again.

However, at this time, he found that his legs could not be stepped out.

His limbs were devoid of any sensation, and the bite of a mosquito just now, like the most violent anesthetic, sealed all his senses and cut off his control over all parts of his body.

Subsequently, his mind also began to be chaotic, and under the effect of inertia, Mo Yixian fell to the ground headlong, and then never got up.

In just a dozen breaths before and after, the two ascending realm martial artists sent by Da Xi Xiunan and the Great Prince to assassinate Shi Zhiyi had all been killed!

Under the divine thoughts of the martial artists of the Holy Realm, every move of the Transcendent Realm martial artist did not have any secrets to speak of, and on the contrary, the Transcendent Realm martial artist knew nothing about the behavior of entering the Holy Realm.

This one-way transparency is the root cause of this seemingly extreme result. If in the transcendent realm, it is still possible for a low-level martial artist to besiege and kill a high-level martial artist alive with the advantage of numbers, but when the opponent is a strong person in the saint realm, the so-called number of people is overwhelming, and it completely becomes a joke.