Those who tried to kill Si Yuan with one blow felt something bad coming from the blade of the sword in their hands.
"How can this be?!"
"At such an age, he has actually mastered Wei Wuzu's Hundred Refinements of Shield and Armor to a great stage!"
"It can't even break through the skin's defense...!"
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At that brief moment when many assassins were stunned.
A low and violent black tiger roar suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, making them dizzy and tinnitus.
"Roar……!"
Si Yuan suddenly stretched out his hands forward, with his five fingers shaped like tiger claws.
His fingers and claws were like scimitars, instantly disemboweling the two people in front of him, and his arms penetrated their bodies and were exposed behind their bodies.
In the palms of both hands, they are still clutching a living heart that is still beating instinctively.
"The hunting game starts now...!"
Si Yuan used both hands to gently squeeze the heart in his palms.
Then he suddenly pulled out his two arms, using only the Black Tiger Claw Skill, swinging them left and right, and quickly opened five bloody holes in the Tianling Caps of the four people.
"Puff, puff, puff...!"
The hard skull was as fragile as tender tofu under the power of his Black Tiger Claw Skill.
Just a blink of an eye.
Six assassins died in his hands.
"not good!"
"The idea is tough, separate and retreat!"
There was no way to break through the defense, so they had no chance of fighting.
Decisively turn around and run away.
"Do I allow you to leave?" Si Yuan raised his head, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his powerful spiritual thoughts were released without any concealment, covering all directions.
"You all, come back to me..."
Invisible divine thoughts exerted force and forcibly pulled everyone back.
Si Yuan swung his hands one after another, and his body was accompanied by bursts of deep black tiger roars, claw after claw, claw after claw to smash the enemy's Tianling Cap.
Dark red blood mixed with white brain matter flowed all over the floor along the blood hole above his head.
Just a few moments.
Under the forcible suppression of spiritual thoughts, these sixteen thugs and assassins did not even have the strength to fight back, and were all killed by Si Yuan in one blow.
"We've run out of snacks, now it's time for dinner."
"do you think so?"
Si Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked towards the shadow in the corner of the alley.
The only thing that responded to him was a cold light that suddenly appeared in the darkness. Even before the snow-white sword blade came close, Si Yuan had the strange feeling of being cut into pieces by a sharp weapon.
The sound of the fierce wind is inaudible, as if it does not exist.
That ghostly figure was incredibly fast, its attack speed was far more than twice that of the sixteen people just now.
But under Si Yuan's double-pupil dynamic vision.
He could still clearly see the opponent's subtle movements, as if they were in slow motion.
"It's actually a woman!"
"As expected, he is indeed the great Sikong of the Wei State. He has quite a few guards around him."
Si Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and his right hand suddenly reached out.
He closed his fingers together and tightly grasped the slender and sharp sword blade that was stabbing his right eye. Just when he was about to forcibly break the strange needle-like blade in his hand.
A handful of white powder was thrown into his eyes.
"what?"
Si Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes and leaned back his upper body.
The white powder was stained with the enemy's blood on his body, and a large amount of heat and white smoke immediately emitted, as well as a pungent smell.
"It's actually quicklime. I wonder if there are other things added?"
Si Yuan immediately judged the result based only on the changes in touch on his body.
The sounds of sharp stabbings kept coming from his ears, and Si Yuan decisively used Kunpeng's body technique to dodge flexibly within three feet of him.
The sword's light flickers, flickering on and off.
The sword is full of breath, sharp and frightening.
The moves pierced Si Yuan's ears, nostrils, eyes, mouth and other parts, and the graceful and graceful body also moved around quickly.
He circled Si Yuan's body to attack at high speed, and his movements were as flexible as a loach.
In a short period of time, Si Yuan found that he could not hit the opponent.
But if the opponent wants to hit him, it's not that easy. The two sides' dodge and agility are actually about the same.
In a narrow dark alley.
There are only two figures, one tall and one short, surrounding each other as one, moving quickly.
"Where did this little girl come from?"
"It actually has the power of spiritual thoughts. Although it's not as strong as mine, it's not weak either."
"Is it someone from the Taoist sect who came out to experience the world of mortals?"
Si Yuan secretly guessed and tested, and after much thought, only this possibility was the highest.
Neither Taoist Tianzong nor Yin Yang School are suitable.
"Forget it, let's fight quickly!"
"We still need to deal with Wei Yong..."
This time.
Si Yuan no longer concealed the intensity of suppressing his spiritual thoughts, but suddenly raised it to a higher level.
"boom……!"
Invisible spiritual thoughts block all directions, like a mountain suppressing the surroundings.
The movement speed of the masked woman suddenly dropped, in her eyes of disbelief.
With a ferocious smile on his face, Si Yuan stretched out his arms and hugged her graceful body.
"I finally caught you...!"
"No……!"
There is no thought of pity or pity in my heart.
He suddenly closed his arms, using his muscles and muscles to force the graceful body of the masked girl in front of him.
"Crack, click, click...!"
He only heard a series of dense bones breaking sounds in his arms.
The masked girl facing Si Yuan suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, but it was blocked by the black veil on her face, which made her face blurred.
The upper half of the delicate body, which was obviously deformed, was so limp and weak that it broke backwards.
The beautiful head is hanging on the lower back.
"boom……!"
Si Yuan let go of his arms and let the other party's body fall to the ground.
Without even looking at what kind of face he had under the blood-stained black veil, he let go of his spiritual thoughts and cleared away the traces he had left in the surrounding area one by one.
Then he changed direction and walked towards Da Sikong's mansion again.
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Da Sikong Mansion, interior of the study.
Wei Yong was sitting on his knees behind a wooden table, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his left hand, reading at night.
"Squeak...!"
The tightly closed room door was suddenly opened by someone from the outside.
"Come back uh...!"
Wei Yong, who was accustomed to speaking out, suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He raised his head and looked towards the study door.
Because the light was a little dark, he could only see a vague, tall and sturdy figure, and there was a vague smell of blood floating around.
"Why does the outline of this figure look familiar?"
"I seem to have seen it somewhere?"
Wait until the figure takes a few steps forward and is illuminated by the light of the candle.
Wei Yongcai suddenly realized that the person coming was actually Si Yuan.
In his inner understanding, a dead person who should have been successfully killed by Xianxian's mother appeared in front of him alive again at this moment.