The name of the ancient saint son of the Blood Clothes Sect is Wu Feng. In the era of the previous emperors, his reputation was not small. He had the cultivation level of the early quasi-emperor. He once surpassed the rank and assassinated the powerful elders who had reached the peak of the quasi-emperor, thus becoming famous in Zhongzhou.
Many talented young people of the younger generation have also suffered at his hands. If they don't take action, they will definitely kill people.
The blood-clothed sect's breath-containing and concealing techniques are so exquisite that even Wang Teng was dumbfounded by the blood-clothed sect's breath-containing and concealing techniques. This level of breath-containing and concealing techniques is truly a magical skill for an assassin.
Even though Wang Teng had the knowledge of Wutian Demon Lord, he was moved by it.
It was silent and there was only a weak flow of air in the void, not even a breeze.
Wu Feng was hidden in the flowing air. He was waiting here and did not actively look for Ye Wuchang and others.
Because since the blood-robed assassin said they were looking for something, they would probably come back here.
He was very patient. He just hid in the void silently, not moving for several days. The aura on his body was always perfect and restrained, without any leakage.
And in the darkness slightly far away from him, several ancient genius assassins who followed Wu Feng out of the Blood Clothes Sect were obviously not as patient as Wu Feng. By now, they were already a little impetuous, causing a faint aura to leak out.
This caused the airflow in the darkness to suddenly speed up.
However, he was restrained instantly.
Among them, the ancient genius stared at the void where Wu Feng was, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he couldn't hold himself back, and wanted to take action to assassinate the opponent.
Assassinating the Ancient Saint Son and tempering the Ancient Saint Son, this is the greatest significance of the existence of these ancient geniuses of the Blood Clothes Sect.
If it succeeds, it will be replaced; if it fails, it will disappear.
However, at this moment, a divine rainbow shot out from the distance and fell into the void.
It's an unpredictable night.
He returned from the south and searched the area three million miles south of here in the past few days, but still found no suitable place for the new site of the League of Gods.
The paradise of cave heaven, return here at this moment.
Seeing that Ye Qianzhong and others hadn't come back yet, Ye Wuchang found a nearby hilltop, crossed his legs and waited.
He did not sit around and wait, but meditated and practiced.
Wang Teng was promoted to the mid-stage quasi-emperor, and his strength increased greatly, which made him feel the pressure again. He must become stronger.
Wu Feng did not act immediately.
He was like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, his eyes were calm and restrained, dormant in place, motionless.
Only a light breeze blows, stirring the air and forming air currents invisible to the naked eye. It is like turning into a part of the wind and blowing with the wind.
After Ye Wuchang entered the state of cultivation.
Wu Feng finally moved.
That wisp of faint air slowly approached Ye Wuchang, blowing against his face like the wind.
A slender black killing sword did not reveal the slightest murderous intention or edge. Wu Feng suppressed the aura to the extreme. Until he got closer, the black killing sword suddenly rose up like a poisonous snake, emerged from the void, and killed Ye Wuchang.
And at this moment.
The killing sword was less than half a foot away from Ye Wuchang's eyebrows!
Such a distance!
So abrupt!
So fast!
This sword is impossible to avoid!
It’s impossible to defend against it!
A sure-killing sword!
In the distance, several ancient geniuses hidden in the darkness saw this scene, their expressions became condensed and their hearts beat with fear.
"What a sharp sword. The Holy Son's assassination technique has returned to its original nature. This sword contains countless secrets of assassination. It seems simple.
, but I can’t completely see through it…”
The ancient prodigy of the Blood-clothed Sect who had been unable to hold back and wanted to take the opportunity to assassinate Wu Feng had his eyelids twitching at this moment. Only their assassins could feel the terror of this sword.
On the mountain peak.
The black slender killing sword, with its blade biting like a poisonous snake, instantly nailed Ye Wuchang's eyebrows.
When Ye Wuchang reacted, the tip of the sword was less than seven inches away from his eyebrows.
An unprecedented sense of crisis suddenly surged into Ye Wuchang's heart.
In the distance, Ye Qianzhong was shooting towards him. When he saw the sword that suddenly rushed out of the void like lightning and struck Ye Wuchang between his eyebrows, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Wuchang!"
He roared loudly and immediately rushed forward.
But how fast was the opponent's sword?
In a thousandth of an instant, the black killing sword was instantly nailed between Ye Wuchang's eyebrows!
From the back of his head, it passes through!
Boom!
Ye Qianzhong, who was flying from the side, saw this scene. His pupils suddenly trembled and his eyes were about to burst. There was a roar in his mind, like the sky falling and the earth falling, and he roared: "Impermanence!"
His eyes were red, and endless flames shot out from his body, turning into a blue sun, rushing towards the place where Ye Wuchang was, and killing into the void behind the slender killing sword.
Wu Feng was sure to kill with one sword strike. When he saw Ye Qianzhong coming towards him, he would draw out his killing sword without haste, escape from the void, and then wait for an opportunity to assassinate Ye Qianzhong.
However, just when he drew his sword, his pupils suddenly shrank.
A strong sense of crisis suddenly surged into his heart.
Where does the sense of crisis come from?
So strong?
Are they the people in that pale sun?
No!
Wu Feng suddenly looked back at Ye Wuchang, whose eyebrows had been pierced by his sword.
That strong sense of crisis is very imminent!
Not Ye Qianzhong.
It’s from Ye Wuchang!
The moment he looked back, Wu Feng's pupils shrank violently, and he immediately gave up and threw away the killing sword. He was so horrified that his aura leaked out and he manifested his body.
I saw Ye Wuchang, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, with his sword piercing his eyebrows. His eyes were dark and filled with demonic energy, staring at Wu Feng.
There was no trace of blood spilling between his brows.
At the location where it was nailed, there was a circle of black material on the edge of the killing sword, like a swamp. The killing sword seemed to be stabbed in a black swamp.
Wisps of black air flowed out from Ye Wuchang's eyebrows, and a black vortex emerged there. Wisps of black power substance surged out from the black vortex, instantly covering the killing sword, eroding it and assimilating it into a stream of energy.
Black power substance.
It was precisely for this reason that Wu Feng immediately discarded the killing sword.
"You can't escape!"
Ye Wuchang's dark eyes stared at the void where Wu Feng had escaped.
"Hoola la!"
Circles of black air rushed out of his body. The Tao inherited from the shadow creature showed another terrifying ability at this moment.
The black airflow contains powerful devouring and assimilating power.
The Demon Sealing Sword lying across his knees suddenly flew up and hung upside down in the sky. The cold sword edge condensed a bit of deep black, and streams of black air rushed out from Ye Wuchang's body, surrounding Feng Feng.
A drop of black liquid condensed on the magic sword, dripping from the tip of the sword.
The calm void is like a mirror. The moment this drop of black liquid drips, a circle of black space ripples suddenly ripples.