A droplet-shaped blade could barely cope with it, and three sharp blades roared, Ye Chuan could only retreat, waving the spear in his hand as he retreated.

After three crisp sounds, Ye Chuan's body shook and flew out, overwhelming a large bamboo forest. Gritting his teeth, he struggled to stand up, but his hands trembled, and the tiger's mouth was shaken and a line of blood flowed down, dripping to the ground.

The blood spear of the Elder of the Five Escapes Sect, whether there is any other power Ye Chuan has not yet discovered, but the material is really tough enough, even if it is bent at one hundred and eighty degrees, it will not break, and it will block the three sharp blades that roared for Ye Chuan dangerously.

"Huh......"

The killer Yuhan screamed and was taken aback again.

It seems that Ye Chuan's cultivation is not very good, but the strength he showed in the battle really makes people can't believe that he is just a cultivator of the first monk.

Accident after accident, the killer Yuhan did not stop, and flew non-stop to pounce. After a loud shout, a whole five sharp blades roared out, and a piercing sound of breaking the air suddenly sounded in the sky above the bamboo forest, and the murderous aura was monstrous.

The raindrops falling from the sky are the best weapon for Yuhan.

Hundreds of years ago, before he washed his hands of gold, he would attack and assassinate his target when it was raining. The heavier the rain, the stronger the combat effectiveness, especially at night, when the rain is heavy, it is the best time to assassinate. Many masters who had cultivated above him died on rainy nights, under his hands. For this reason, he won the title of Rain Demon, which made many worldly high-ranking officials and even masters of cultivation sects worry every rainy night.

Ye Chuan's pupils constricted, and he flew back, but the sharp blade turned into five raindrops was faster, and it became bigger and bigger in his pupils.

Ye Chuan, who retreated at high speed, suddenly swayed like a willow catkins, and the first sharp blade passed by.

Immediately after, Ye Chuan suddenly raised the spear in his hand, and with two clanging sounds, the spear trembled and bent, and a sharp blade was swung at the end of each one. The fourth stalk roared, penetrating Ye Chuan's left shoulder, and the remaining momentum was inexhaustible, cutting off a long row of mangosteens. The fifth, the slowest but most powerful last blade, followed!

The fourth blade Ye Chuan can't stop it, how can this even more ferocious fifth blade be blocked?

Killer Yu Han, thin lips slightly upturned, and a sneer on his face.

In his career as a killer, he has met many masters and geniuses, some of whom are even more amazing than Ye Chuan, and he has not yet broken through to the monk realm to dodge four sharp blades one after another. But in the end, without exception, they all fell under the fifth blade. The first four blades are all consuming the opponent's strength and sealing the angle, and the fifth blade is the real killer move, containing the killer Yu Han's lifelong cultivation. With his power, sending out five sharp blades at the same time is also his limit.

Ye Chuan, whose left shoulder was drenched in blood, was shaken away, and the moment he fell, he looked at the fifth sharp blade that was close at hand at the moment when he roared, his face was not frightened, but became more and more calm, and he raised a finger.

I want to touch it with one finger, is this helplessness or ignorance?

The killer rain smiled coldly, the dust settled, and Ye Chuan was dead.

Suddenly, a gust of wind appeared in the bamboo forest for no reason, flying sand and rocks, stirring up a thick mist.

In this steaming mist, Huo Ran appeared a huge finger, with a thick demonic aura, and the fingertip was just on the fifth sharp blade. With a ding, the sharp blade containing the killer Yu Han's lifelong cultivation scattered into a splash and fell to the ground, and the huge finger disappeared.

Phantom Finger!

At the moment of life and death, Ye Chuan frantically urged the two sky-swallowing talismans in his body, and used the peerless magic magic finger that he had snatched from the ghost king in his previous life, and narrowly broke the fatal blow of the killer Yu Han. In an instant, his face was as white as death, almost all his vitality was exhausted, and it was difficult to move his fingers.

Ye Chuan fell to the ground and couldn't move, and the killer Yu Han didn't move, dumbfounded, with an incredible expression.

With this last blow, he already thought that the dust had settled, and Ye Chuan would definitely die. I never thought that in the end, I would be broken by Ye Chuan with such a move!

"No, it's impossible! you can't be just a monk, or rather, you can't be an ordinary disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect. Say, who are you, and who did you learn that trick just now?"

The killer Yu Han came back to his senses, his face was shocked and dignified, and he forced Ye Chuan who fell to the ground step by step.

Although the last move was resolved, Ye Chuan also ran out of vitality, and his body was drenched in blood and had no strength to fight again. Killer Yu Han was not a little excited in his heart, but was shocked, looking at Ye Chuan who fell to the ground, his heart was extremely shocked and confused.

A real human realm master may not be able to dissolve his fifth sharp blade, how did Ye Chuan do it? What happened to the huge finger that suddenly appeared just now?

The doubts in the killer Yuhan's heart overshadowed the pursuit of completing the task.

It was unusual, and he had to ask for it. In the dark, he vaguely felt that this was an opportunity, an opportunity related to whether he could break through to the sevenfold of a real person, and an opportunity that he had been waiting for for hundreds of years!

The intuition of a master is often very keen, especially when a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity arises.

Yuhan trusts his instincts.

"Lord Yuhan, of course I am not an ordinary disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect, but a generation of great disciples of the sect, and the only personal disciple of the head of the sect, do you know now?"

Ye Chuan fell to the ground, drenched in blood, and the two heaven-swallowing talismans in his body could not function and suffered unprecedented heavy damage, but in the face of the killer Yuhan's questioning, he did not have panic and begging for mercy on his face, but smiled. He is not afraid of the torture of the killer Yuhan, but he is afraid that the other party will be completely cold-blooded and ruthless, and he will kill the killer without saying a word.

As long as the other party is excited and has doubts, there is a chance!

Ye Chuan lay still, but his head was running rapidly, and his mind was like electricity.

"Don't think about playing any tricks, don't think about delaying time, it's useless, no one in this world can save you, even if your master comes in person, it's useless. Come back to the sword with me, the deity will let you say what you should say, and whoever doesn't say it will come out!"

Killer Yu smiled coldly, saw through Ye Chuan's mind at a glance, flew up as he spoke, and stretched out his hand to grab Ye Chuan. Before his fingertips touched Ye Chuan's clothes, his body suddenly shook and froze, and a yin wind swept in front of him. In the yin wind, there was also a black silver needle, which was obviously smeared with deadly poison, and he was almost hit.

"Who?" the killer Yu Han Huo Ran turned around and looked around.

"Quack, it's just a little, it's just a little bit, it's a pity......"

In the thick fog, there was a cold and hoarse laughter, drifting and uncertain, and I don't know where it came from. After a burst of laughter, he sighed quietly, "Alas, the deity hasn't been out for hundreds of years, and now it's coming again, no one on the Heavenly Fire Continent knows the deity, not even the black crow needle......?

Crow Needle?

Killer Yu Han muttered to himself, and when he looked at it, the silver needles that fell on the ground were pitch black all around, and the steaming mist was stained with a faint black gas, and a fishy smell came to his face. Taking a few steps back, a terrifying big devil in his memory suddenly came to mind, "Crow Demon King, you...... , are you the Black Crow Demon King, the Great Demon Cultivator of the Dark Fire Continent?"

The killer Yu Han's surprise was not trivial, and his face tightened.

Hundreds of years ago, he roamed the Heavenly Fire Continent and assassinated countless powerhouses, but he almost never set foot in the Dark Fire Continent. If nothing else, it's because of a demon king in the Dark Fire Continent, the Black Crow Demon King. After hundreds of years of meditation by the Sealed Sword Worm, he made an exception to go down the mountain, but he didn't expect that this demon was not dead yet, and he had come to the Cloud Mountain Range!

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