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Chu Qingyun hurried and arrived in only about two hours.

After arriving near Zhaojiabao, Chu Qingyun found a place to tie his horse.

Then he changed into the night clothes he brought from Qingshan City, performed his stealth soul technique, and touched Zhaojiabao in the dark night.

The name Zhaojiabao is not called in vain.

Compared with ordinary villages, its defense is not unfortunate.

Around Zhaojiabao, there are tall walls, and there are many guards, patrolling day and night.

However, for Chu Qingyun, all this was useless at all.

The residence of the elders of the Blood Wolf Gang, he can sneak into it quietly, let alone these.

"Relying only on the hidden qi of the martial arts chapter, I can't completely restrain the aura, so I'll deal with those martial artists above level six in Zhaojiabao first......"

Hiding in a dark place, Chu Qingyun silently pondered for a moment, made a decision, and finally moved Zhao Zhiyi.

Seventh-level, eighth-level, and ninth-level martial artists are already considered high-level martial artists, even if Zhaojiabao is the largest village and town in the vicinity, there are less than twenty high-level martial artists, and most of them are still seventh-level martial artists.

The residence of the senior martial artists of Zhaojiabao, Chu Qingyun inquired clearly before he came, and firmly remembered it.

From west to east, Chu Qingyun began to purge the high-ranking martial artists of Zhaojiabao.

With the strength of his first-level martial artist, coupled with the hidden qi of the martial arts chapter, as long as he does not take the initiative to approach Zhao Zhiyi, others will not be able to sense his breath at all.

About three hours later, except for the castle lord Zhao Zhiyi's family, all the high-level martial artists were swept away by Chu Qingyun.

In these three hours, Zhaojiabao was quiet, and no one found out that a god of death had sneaked into the fort.

Crushed the throat of the last seventh-level martial artist outside, and in the dark night, Chu Qingyun's eyes were fixed on Zhao Zhiyi's courtyard, "Zhao Yishui, Zhao Zhiyi, it's your turn..."

Jumping into the courtyard wall of Zhao Zhiyi's house, Chu Qingyun tried his best to restrain his breath and moved forward with the help of various shadows on the road.

Entering here, his first target was the farthest from Zhao Zhiyi, the eighth-level martial artist Zhao Zhimo.

Zhao Zhimo once went to the Assassins League to issue a mission to find someone to assassinate Chu Qingyun.

And now, he himself has become the prey of Chu Qingyun's assassination, which can be described as a retribution.

It was late at night, and after Zhao Zhimo's bed battle, he hugged his newly married concubine and slept soundly.

Chu Qingyun restrained his breath to the extreme, squatted outside Zhao Zhimo's door, held his breath and concentrated, carefully probing the nearby movements.

During his time with Youyun, Youyun taught him many things about the Assassins.

Among them, the most important and the most emphasized is two words, cautious!

The lion fights the rabbit, and still do his best!

Even with the strength of a first-level martial artist, to assassinate an eighth-level martial artist, Chu Qingyun still went all out without the slightest carelessness.

"There are two breathing sounds in the room, one is steady and long, it should be Zhao Zhimo, and the other is short of breath, it should be just an ordinary person. ”

"Both breaths are peaceful, they should have fallen asleep..."

After making a judgment, Chu Qingyun inserted the black short knife into the crack of the door, and after the Yuan Force was injected, the black short knife flashed and cut off the latch on the door.

Gently pushing the door open a crack, Chu Qingyun immediately turned around and closed the door after getting in, and then tiptoed to the side of the bed.

Through the faint moonlight that leaked in, Chu Qingyun saw clearly that it was Zhao Zhiyi's younger brother, Zhao Zhimo, who led Zhaojiabao's welcoming team at the beginning, who fell asleep on the bed.

"Die, Zhao Zhimo!"

A cold light flashed in Chu Qingyun's eyes, and he covered Zhao Zhimo's mouth and nose with one hand, and at the same moment, the black short knife stabbed him into the heart and twisted it hard.

Zhao Zhimo struggled violently for a moment, and then remained motionless and died on the bed.

The young woman next to him was so startled that she rolled over, hugged one of his arms again, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Next, Zhao Yishui. ”

Leaving Zhao Zhimo, Chu Qingyun sneaked towards the next target.

However, when he walked around a house from behind, an old man with white hair sitting cross-legged on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The sharp eyes flashed like two sharp rays in the dark room.

This person is none other than the Lord of Zhaojiabao Fort, a first-level martial artist who has recently broken through, Zhao Zhiyi!

"What man!?"

Zhao Zhiyi yelled, broke the back window and jumped out directly.

"Damn, it's still found. ”

Chu Qingyun scolded secretly, immediately turned around, raised his palm, wrapped in rolling yuan force, and slapped Zhao Zhiyi suddenly.

"Martial Master!"

Feeling the violent momentum that suddenly erupted from Chu Qingyun's body, Zhao Zhiyi's face changed, he didn't dare to be careless, and with all his strength, he also greeted it with one palm.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Zhao Zhiyi flew out sideways, smashed a wall behind him, and fell into the ruins in embarrassment.

As for Chu Qingyun, he retreated several steps in a row, and stepped on a series of footprints full of cracks on the ground before he dissolved the strength of entering the body.

Although they are all first-level martial artists, what Chu Qingyun opened up was a sea of qi with a radius of 10,000 meters, while Zhao Zhiyi's sea of qi was only more than 20 meters, and the difference was too big.

"Who is Your Excellency, why did you attack me Zhao Jiabao, if there is any offense, please make it clear. ”

At this time, Zhao Zhiyi was discouraged.

Although he could still pretend to be calm on his face, he was shocked in his heart.

Chu Qingyun's breath, like him, was just the breath of a first-level martial artist.

But under the fight, Zhao Zhiyi realized that the gap in strength between the two was too big, and the rolling Yuan Force in Chu Qingyun's palm actually made him feel irresistible!

"Hehe, hehe, naturally the one who killed you!"

Chu Qingyun sneered, and then bullied himself again and pounced on Zhao Zhiyi.

He also saw that because the gap between the two people's qi was too big, Chu Qingyun's Yuan Force had an absolute advantage in terms of quantity, and it was simply crushing Zhao Zhiyi.

"Junior, look for death!"

Zhao Zhiyi gritted his teeth and roared angrily, and a spear more than two meters long appeared in front of him.

Although Chu Qingyun didn't even draw his sword, he was already so frightened that Zhao Zhiyi used all his martial souls.

"Raging Dragon Thorn!"

Zhao Zhiyi roared, clenched the spear with both hands, and used his soul technique to stab Chu Qingyun with all his might.

The power of the martial soul instantly enveloped Zhao Zhiyi, making his whole body burst out with fierce spears, and his speed was instantly increased to an extreme.

People are like electricity, guns are like dragons.

After performing the soul technique, Zhao Zhiyi seemed to become a whole with the martial soul, and stabbed at Chu Qingyun angrily.

"Awesome..."

"Xuantian God Pattern!"

Chu Qingyun secretly praised it, and then cast the Xuantian Divine Pattern, a dark golden divine pattern lit up on his right arm, and the Yuan Force surged, and he met Zhao Zhiyi with one palm.