The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board. Treat all living beings as fish and meat. Thousands of miles of snow will make the sky a furnace, and dissolve all things into silver.

When the winter wind blew through this vast jungle, He Yiming also turned into the wind and drifted here.

It's just that wherever he walks, there will be a bloody storm.

In the distance, a figure ran frantically through the jungle, and although he was out of breath, he did not dare to pause in the slightest.

As a wolf totem, they have a tenacity and endurance that others can't match, and although his body is exhausted to the extreme, he still runs relentlessly.

As long as there is a trace of strength in his body, he will never give up.

However, a gust of wind blew suddenly.

In a trance, he seemed to feel that this wind seemed to be a little different from the previous wind, but what was the difference was not something he could judge in an instant.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of him. The appearance of the black shadow was so abrupt that he didn't know where it came from.

In his heart, he vaguely felt a chill that pierced his bones. Could it be that his luck could be so bad, that mysterious assassin is in this direction?

But the next moment, he vetoed the idea, because he had been running non-stop for most of the day. Not only that, but he also made two turns in the middle of the way, and according to his best ability, laid a few doubts. He had a strong faith that as long as he didn't run headlong into the mysterious assassin, then he had the best chance of escaping.

Now that most of the day had passed, his confidence was getting stronger and stronger, and even if Ambassador Sogo set out in pursuit, he would not have found his whereabouts so easily.

However, just when he was convinced that he had escaped the range of the mysterious assassin, he suddenly found that the black shadow that had just drifted past stopped.

In this way, he came to a steady halt on the way he was going.

His face, flushed by overrunning, instantly turned as white as the snow in the jungle......

At this moment, there is only one person who can still come here and block his way.

He Yiming turned around and looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

The man saw He Yiming's face clearly, and couldn't help but shout: "Impossible, how can it be your ......"

When these totem people came to Hengshan, they had all seen He Yiming's face, and they also knew that he was a super master of the five elements and cultivation. But the mysterious assassin who attacked him was clearly a Dashen killer who was proficient in the art of assassination. It is not related to He Yiming's cultivation techniques, so from beginning to end, no one suspected him.

He Yiming had a cold look on his face, he stretched out his hand, and a sword stabbed out.

This sword doesn't have any rules, it's just fast, instantaneous, and extremely fast.

The man still wanted to speak, but his throat hurt, and he suddenly rolled over and fell, his body convulsed twice, and he never moved again. As he was dying, he seemed to hear a light, vague voice:

"It's fifty-second. “

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In the jungle, you can often see some barren crypts.

Some of these crypts are covered with fallen leaves, and some are covered with floating earth, which seems to fall if you step on them lightly.

At this time, a wolf totem took refuge in a cave. On his head, there was a myriad of mud that enveloped him all over his body.

He closed his eyes. Lying here quietly, although the surrounding environment is so bad, but looking at his expression, it seems that he is enjoying himself.

It had been a whole day since he left that place, and after a long day of successful escape, he burrowed into this mud-covered crypt.

He carried enough dry food and water with him, and with the ability of the wolf totem clan to starve, he could hide here for as long as a month.

And that's exactly what he planned, and he would go out in a month's time, and no matter who won or lost on both sides, the dust would definitely settle.

However, as he lay in place and fell asleep, the ground suddenly darkened in front of him, and then a black light flashed, and his chest ached, as if it had been penetrated by something.

He roared, and the strength of his whole body exploded at the moment before he died, and he jumped up from the mud like this.

With a thud, he fell to the ground and raised his head with difficulty, looking at the familiar face in front of him with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

He opened his mouth like a goldfish out of water, and muttered, "You, how did you find my ......?"

He Yiming's face did not have the slightest expression, and another figure appeared beside him. Exactly one hundred and eight.

The mysterious man stretched out a foot with a slit the size of a grain of rice in his shoe.

The wolf totem clansman with the sword in his chest, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly stared at him, and he discovered something unimaginable.

In front of his eyes, a wisp of silver liquid was flowing forward rapidly, and this section of liquid flowed to the feet of One Hundred and Eight, and then merged into it.

At the same time, the gap the size of a grain of rice on the one hundred and eight shoes has been inexplicably made up.

The totem man opened his mouth wide, he seemed to understand a little, his eyes were full of extreme fear, and in the last moments of his life, the word in his mouth turned out to be: "ghost ......"

He Yiming's gaze was retracted from his body, and he said coldly: "Seventy-six, all the escapees, all of them." ”

One hundred and eight nodded slightly, although he didn't do it himself, but the specific locations of these people were provided by him. If it weren't for this, even if He Yiming was divided into two, he would not have thought of killing all the seventy-two people who had fled in one day.

"These people are innocent. He said suddenly.

He Yiming's body stiffened, but it was only after a stiffness. Already back to normal, he turned around and said, "Since they have come to Hengshan, they are not innocent." ”

One hundred and eight followed behind him and said slowly, "You have changed." ”

"Yes, I've changed. ”

"You don't regret it?"

He Yiming's footsteps stopped, and there was a raging anger in his eyes.

"Of course I regret it...... I regret why I didn't use the Daese knife when this group of wolf cubs first arrived in Yokoyama...... It was I who gave them a chance to counterattack, if I had slashed Sogo earlier. How could Brother Shui die?" his voice was full of remorse: "It turns out that the elimination of evil is to eradicate all those who want to kill you as soon as possible. Turning enemies into friends and leaving people with a glimmer of life is self-defeating. ”

Although his voice was full of resentment, he desperately suppressed the volume, even if the snow was flying around him, it never spread into the distance.

"Totem clan, don't you have any scruples?" asked abruptly.

He Yiming was stunned for a moment and said, "Anyone who wants to kill you, no matter how powerful they are, they can't tolerate the traitor." He took a deep breath, as if he had made an oath, and said heavily, "I don't want to do anything that I regret again." ”

One hundred and eight's eyes flickered for a moment, and he stopped talking.

He Yiming let out a long breath and said, "There are still ten, we can go back." ”

One hundred and eight looked at him indifferently and said, "Are you sure about the last ten?"

"Of course I couldn't have succeeded without you. He Yiming smiled and said, "I want you to help me do something......"

"I've helped you a lot. ”

"For the last time. He Yiming lowered his voice and said, "It's really just the last time......"

One hundred and eight looked at him silently, and he didn't know how long it took, but his head clicked lightly unconsciously.

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On a half-high mountain, one hundred and eight's eyes flashed with a strong light.

In his eyes, the gaze was adjusting autonomously, and after a moment, he whispered, "Found it." ”

He Yiming stood beside him, his eyes staring at the eyes of one hundred and eight, and in those jewel-like eyes, several figures appeared.

With just one glance, He Yiming could already see that these people were the only eight remaining totem messengers.

The eight of them walked side by side, carefully walking through the jungle. Looking at their appearance, where are the eight totem envoys equivalent to the innate realm, it is simply as if eight acquired fifth-level cultivators with low confidence have entered the jungle for the first time.

They walked slowly and carefully, sparing no suspicious spot that came their way.

The death of two peers has sounded the alarm for them. The mysterious and powerful assassin had already made their hearts, like the tense bowstrings, dare not relax in the slightest.

One hundred and eight's eyes were slowly moving, and soon, a man and a wolf appeared in his eyes.

When He Yiming saw this person and a wolf clearly, a strong killing intent that could not be concealed suddenly appeared in his eyes.

One hundred and eight's eyes continued to move, but for a moment, a lonely, short figure appeared.

He Yiming's eyes suddenly condensed, and when he saw this person he hated the most, his heart calmed down.

"A mile apart. One hundred and eight said slowly: "No matter who you sneak attack, you only have a chance of ten moves." ”

"Ten moves?" He Yiming smiled dumbly and said, "One move is enough." He turned his head and said, "One hundred and eight, my life is about to be in your hands, you must not let me down......"

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Walking in the snowy jungle or in a situation where life is threatened at any time will not be how much fun it will be for anyone.

Harleen and the others walked through a snowy field, and Sogo and the Red Wolf King also walked slowly over a quarter of an hour later.

However, not long after they left, a large tree inexplicably appeared in the jungle, it appeared so abruptly, but the position of the appearance was so ingenious, it did not seem to affect the surrounding environment.

A moment later, a short figure approached.

Although his body was only the size of a child, his face was already a real old man. On his body, a strange long snake with the thickness of bamboo chopsticks was entangled.

Just as the old man was getting closer and closer, he stopped suddenly.

Underneath his old countenance, there was a hint of surprise. As an assassin hidden in the shadows, he was far more sensitive to danger than anyone else.

He Yiming's first raid at night was also the first to be discovered.

Maybe his strength and speed are not as outstanding as Sogo, but his killing methods are definitely surpassed.

However, at this moment, he felt an extremely dangerous chill.

He has felt this feeling many times before. Decades ago, after gaining the approval of the Stone King, they participated in a certain death ritual in the Holy Land. After surviving that extremely dangerous environment, he not only broke through the limit and became the ambassador of the clan, but also the stone king gained a powerful mutation ability and became his best helper.

At that time, the reason why he was able to avoid danger and finally successfully complete the ritual was because of his magical ability to sense danger.

Now, when this strong sense of crisis reappeared, his heart suddenly lifted.

The stone king on his body also seemed to sense the danger, and the snake head that was originally curled up was raised high, and the triangular snake head lay on his head, as if it would suddenly attack at any time.

One of his hands was gently brushed on his waist, and a dagger from Lan Wangwang appeared in his hand.

The dagger was extremely short, and it looked ridiculous. But with his stature, martial arts, and the strange snake on his body, this dagger is the best treasure tailor-made for him.

Unlike other strong people, even when he is doing his best, the momentum on his body does not seem to be strong, giving people the feeling that it is like a bubble floating in the water that will disappear at any time.

His gaze wandered around, taking everything in his eyes.

Vaguely, he seemed to notice that something was not right, but even with his knowledge, he couldn't find out what was unreasonable in an instant.

Just as his brows were getting tighter and tighter, he suddenly heard a small voice in his ears.

The sound was like igniting the fuse of the explosives, and his whole body went into a state of extreme euphoria.

Out of the corner of his eye, he immediately saw where this strange sound came from......

A big tree, a big tree shrouded in snow like the surrounding trees, changed color in an instant.

The snow-white color faded to a metallic hue, and what was even more incredible was that the tree came to life.

He turned out to be a human being, a living ...... in the next moment Person.

The snake ru and the strange snake on his body were holding their breath at this moment, and their action was completely subconscious.

Anyone who suddenly saw this scene would have such a reaction.

Just when the heart of this person and a snake was full of chills and a feeling of seeing a ghost, they suddenly saw that this person flashed to the side.

Behind him was a man holding a long weapon aloft.

Then, they felt a murderous aura, a huge killing intent that had spread to the extreme at some point.

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When one hundred and eight turned into a human being, and when he flashed out of the space in an instant, He Yiming, who was holding a Daguan knife, was suddenly revealed.

At this time, He Yiming had already put away his wind shoes and forked sword. In his hand, it was the huge and terrifying Daguan knife.

In his body, all the true qi flowed without reservation, starting from the water true qi, the wood system, the fire system, and the earth system, and finally transformed into the indestructible gold true qi.

When he hid in the body of One Hundred and Eight, he had already begun to condense his true qi, and now it was a matter of course, and he naturally reached the strongest realm.

It's just that between a breath and a breath, He Yiming has already stimulated all his true qi, and the Daguan knife that is held high above the top exudes endless majesty.

Thirty-six Styles, Twenty-second Styles......

Snake Ru's face changed suddenly, and the moment this type of coercion rose, he had already decided that he couldn't take it hard no matter what.

The Strange Snake Stone King, who was entangled with him, immediately understood what he meant, and seemed to want to drag the snake Ru into the underground with him.

However, at this moment, the movements of this person and snake suddenly stopped.

They could clearly feel that the air seemed to have frozen around them, like a huge invisible hand, holding them firmly in it.

At this moment, whether they want to fly into the sky or want to go to the ground, it seems that they have lost this ability.

Snake Ru's face changed drastically, and he immediately understood that this was the invisible and tangible power.

When he sensed the power of imprisonment around him, his heart suddenly flooded with terrifying feelings. He suddenly understood why, in the face of so many totem messengers, this person dared to persistently chase and kill. It turned out that he turned out to be such a strong man.

Intangible and tangible, in the totem clan, but only the strong of the sage level can use the power.

This person turned out to be a super powerhouse at the level of a saint.

It's just that since this person has such a strong strength, then the righteous and bright killing is enough to kill them all, so why should he be so sneaky.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and only then did he really see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

His eyes widened suddenly......

He Yiming, it turned out to be He Yiming, the He Yiming who fought with them at the foot of Hengshan Mountain and escaped the final kill.

Before seeing the other party's face, no matter how he guessed, he couldn't have imagined that this person would be He Yiming.

That kind of weird assassination method has nothing to do with He Yiming's Five Elements True Qi.

But the face of this person in front of him told him a fact that he couldn't imagine at all.

Snake Ru's heart was full of unbelievable feelings, he looked at He Yiming, but he couldn't figure out how this young man, who could only condense half a tangible flower at most, could cast such an incredible sword.

The massive blade cut through the space in an instant, flying above his head.

The distance between the two seemed to have been completely crossed by him in one step.

The panic in Serpent's eyes had completely vanished, and his mind flashed back to what Sogo had said.

This person does not die, and the totem clan will never have a peaceful day.

He vaguely understood the real reason why Sogo wanted to kill this person at all costs.

At the moment when the sword light was about to descend, the strange snake stone king on his body let out a low and hoarse long hiss, and its body left the snake Ru and rolled towards the Daguan knife like a long whip.

It turned out to be trying to resist the Daguan knife with its own tough body.

Snake Ru's heart was dripping blood, he bit his tongue, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the true qi in his body was surging, and he finally broke free from the confinement of pressure. He threw himself forward, and at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten about death, and instead of any defensive posture, he roared, his wrist flicked, and the dagger came out of his hand, and rushed forward from a strange angle.

His face was hideous and terrifying, and with the triangular snake head on top of his head, he was even more ghost-like, like a powerful ghost who had escaped from the depths of hell.

However, above their heads, golden light flickered, and the Daguan knife roared like daylight.

Broadsword, cut at the devil's head......