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Chapter 7 Xin Zhao!

Facing this fatal sword, the master had no choice but to retreat. In this moment of life and death, a crazy smile appeared on his rough face.

"It's you who died!"

A talisman was crushed in his big hand.

"Chi——"

An earth-shattering aura filled the burly body, everything was silent, and suddenly an extremely terrifying sword energy descended from the sky.

Huang Yan's sword is so fast that it is impossible to dodge it.

Then this sword is like the bright sun in the sky, all things melt, the true sword of kingship.

"Innate Sword Qi!"

Huang Yan's eyes were about to burst, and he stepped hard with the sole of his foot. In an instant, his figure suddenly retreated dozens of steps.

But the sword energy is faster, "Puff! Puff! Puff!".

His body was slashed by the sword energy, and his body was immediately covered with blood. His bones were clearly visible, and his vitality was disappearing very quickly.

"very good!"

Huang Yan laughed miserably and said: "The innate sword energy talisman is priceless and cannot be bought for a lot of money, but you, a mere bandit, actually have such a treasure!"

"This young master is looking down on everyone in the world."

The boss was even more shocked. He used his life as bait and used the innate sword energy talisman to sneak attack. Huang Yan actually escaped this fatal blow.

"I didn't expect that Huang Yan is a third-level martial artist, let alone a member of the Demon Sect!"

The leader’s voice was low, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. The Western Demon Sect was an existence that even the Qin Dynasty could not do anything about, and was the true overlord of the Western Region!

At this moment, neither of them had any intention of fighting anymore.

Although Huang Yan was extremely seriously injured, a beast on the verge of extinction was the most terrifying thing.

In order to activate the innate sword energy talisman, the headmaster almost collapsed, panting, and almost spit out his tongue from exhaustion.

Most of his personal guards were killed or injured and could not even stand up. As for the remaining soldiers, the brave ones were dead, while the timid ones almost ran back to the stronghold.

But there are still more than a hundred people surrounding and suppressing Huang Hao. If they take time out, how can Huang Yan not die?

"Hahaha!"

Huang Yan laughed miserably, his laughter was like that of a devil, making everyone tremble with fear.

"Okay, okay, very good!"

He gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.

"You bandits are worthy of praise for forcing this young master to such a state! You seem to think that you have a chance to win. Just wait for those miscellaneous soldiers to deal with my second uncle, and then you can take my young master's life?"

“What a beautiful thought!”

Huang Yan took out a treasure box from his arms. When he opened it, it was a pill that emitted a strange red light. Pick it up and swallow it!

I saw that the blood on his dying body was still in vain, and the muscles, veins, and flesh were constantly healing, and it seemed that he would be cured in a moment.

"This is the [Divine Blood Pill]. Legend has it that it is made from the blood of the devil. It is enough to restore the vitality of mortals like us. It is even more expensive than your innate sword energy talisman!"

The head of the family is as pale as ashes. For the Zhao family's ten thousand taels of silver, not only will he die today, but Black Tiger Village will also be destroyed.

Looking at Huang Yan, who was becoming more and more powerful, he seemed to see a scene of his own death.

"Hahaha!"

Huang Yan smiled wildly and proudly. In less than a quarter of an hour, all his injuries will be recovered, and by then all these bandits will be dead!

But he didn't expect that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the hidden grass not far away.

That extremely greedy look.

"good chance!"

Xin Zhao's keen sense of smell detected the smell of a sneak attack.

Name: Huang Yan

Cultivation: Third level of martial arts (serious injury)

Kung Fu: Xiao Tian Mo Kung (Xiao Cheng)

hey-hey.

There is a person laughing in the grass.

After waiting for a long time, it’s finally time for me to appear.

This is really a big fat sheep.

If this third level martial artist is killed, how much power will [Soul Reaper] give him back?

Even though Huang Yan was still seriously injured, Xin Zhao still did not dare to underestimate him and had to be fully prepared before assassinating him. After all, he was not wearing a heaven-defying treasure like [Resurrection Armor].

You only live once!

With a thought, Xin Zhao immediately summoned the template.

Name:Xin Zhao

Cultivation: Martial Arts Level 2

Kung Fu: Xiao Tian Mo Kung [Introduction]

Talent: Soul Reaper (you can gain corresponding power every time you kill a unit)

Supernatural Power: Netherworld Step (Bronze Level)

Skill points: 3 (can upgrade skills and magical powers)

Zhao Xin did not expect that the reward he received was the Xiaotian Demon Kung Fu, which was not exactly the Demon Kung Fu practiced by Huang Yan.

Huang Yan has been practicing hard for eight years and has reached the level of Xiaocheng, but he is only at the entry level.

no!

Gotta improve!

He focused his thoughts on [Little Heavenly Demon Skill].

In the blink of an eye, the skill point 3 changes to 2, which consumes one point.

The effect was immediate. The vitality in his body was running on its own, and there were more messages in his mind. His face became paler, and his body became thinner, but it contained more terrifying energy than before.

"Ding - Xiao Tian Mo Gong has reached the realm of Xiao Cheng."

good!

The corner of Zhao Xin's mouth curled up slightly. At this moment, he was at the second level of martial arts. An innate skill had reached the level of Xiaocheng. He was almost invincible at this level.

But it’s still not enough!

“Keep improving!”

A quiet and mysterious flame seemed to ignite in his eyes. As his thoughts rose, the template changed, and 2 skill points were consumed this time.

The word "Xiao Cheng" behind "Xiao Tian Mo Gong" blurred for a while and turned into Dacheng!

At this moment, Xin Zhao's body changed again. It was obviously an extremely hot summer day, but the few bandits squatting behind felt a sense of coldness, and their hair stood on end.

Not only that, Zhao Xin's state of mind also naturally changed greatly, his expression became indifferent, his clear eyes were like a cold pool in late autumn, without a trace of ripples, it seemed that everything in the world was isolated from him.

Xiao Tian Mo Gong is accomplished!

Throughout the history of the world, those who can achieve great success in the practice of Xiao Tian Demon Kung are all masters above the realm of innate masters.

With this skill, Xin Zhao can still fight even if he faces the third level of martial arts.

Huang Yan's injuries recovered extremely quickly. His flesh and blood were regenerating and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In a short time, his strength would be restored.

[Divine Blood Pill] is a secret medicine that is not taught by the Demon Sect of the West. It can save a life as long as there is still one breath left.

The leader next to him became more frightened and frightened as he watched, and even lost his calm. He frantically ordered the remaining soldiers to charge towards Huang Yan.

"Huang Yan is dying! He only has one breath left!"

Give it all to me!

If you kill this man, you will be rewarded with three thousand taels of silver!

From now on, he will be the second boss of Black Tiger Village!"

Since ancient times, there must be brave men who receive heavy rewards. However, these people are too weak. The stronger ones are inferior warriors, and the weak ones are ordinary people who don't even know martial arts.

Some of them were forced to do so, or were dazzled by the huge rewards, so they rushed forward, but they only ended up dying.

Huang Yan's feet were littered with corpses and blood flowed into rivers. He looked like a madman. He was still laughing, and even took the initiative to attack. Every sword light was like a call from hell, constantly harvesting all life.

"Run away!"

I don't know who shouted first, and the morale of the army was immediately shattered. Everyone ran away quickly, throwing away their helmets and armor along the way, for fear that if they ran slowly, the master would force them to go forward and become the souls killed by the crazy demon's sword.

The leader kept silent, and there were only two personal guards left with him who had been with him for more than ten years. The rest were either disabled or dispersed.

He has sent a distress message to military advisor Gu Qing, but he also understands that there is little hope.

The military advisor was aloof from Black Tiger Village, and besides, he was injured during the last imperial siege. How could he risk going down the mountain to rescue him now?

Whether he is the leader of the village or there are thousands of people in Black Tiger Village, they are of no importance to the military advisor.

"Good nephew!"

Huang Hao rushed out of the encirclement. When the bandits saw that the leader was at a disadvantage, they had no courage to fight and fled long ago.

Huang Hao escaped death and was even happy.

"My nephew is truly the proud son of the Emperor. In the future, you will have a place among the top experts in Great Qin."

Huang Hao laughed and was very pleased. The more he looked at his nephew, the more he liked it. He mocked: "Sure enough, bandits are bandits. When they see the wrong direction of the wind, they immediately flee."

Huang Yan was very calm, and his injuries were mostly healed. His murderous intention was always locked on the boss to prevent him from escaping.

"Heaven will kill me!"

The boss looked up to the sky and sighed.

The remaining two guards barely raised their knives, their bodies were covered in blood and flesh, but they still stayed close to the head of the family.

"I shouldn't have taken the order from the Zhao family!"

The boss regretted it so much. Why did he covet the 10,000 taels in the first place? The Zhao family has been in Changle County for three hundred years and has not fallen. How can such a family make money easily?

By the way, where did that boy Xin Zhao go?

It seems that the boss never saw him again after entering the battlefield. This kid wouldn't run away from the battle, right?


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