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Not only was Thoughtless surprised, so was the other assassins in the valley. They all learned their killing moves from Wuqing, and they knew very well how powerful that killing move was. Once it was activated, unless the opponent was already prepared, they wouldn't be able to survive under these five clones. Of course, there was also a possibility that his opponent's dodging speed was several times faster than Wuqing's.

However, this was only a theoretical increase in speed. How could a mere cultivator with mid infant-changing stage raise his speed to this extent? Heartless' speed was already his limit. There was almost no one who could surpass him in terms of speed. But, how could the scene in front of him be explained? If Han Yan's speed had not surpassed Heartless's, how could he have done it?

For a moment, besides being shocked, a huge question mark simultaneously appeared in everyone's mind.

Wuqing was also surprised. He knew that Han Yan had already dodged the five clones and the original body not being able to hit, so he kept his dagger and looked around. In the air, five rays of light flashed, and the avatar disappeared at the same time. A scene that he did not expect to see where Han Yan was appeared. Han Yan seemed to have disappeared into thin air, and no matter how he tried to sense him, he could not find Han Yan's whereabouts.

Heartless had always been proud, and he had always had the qualifications to be proud. For cultivators of the same level, he had never believed that anyone could escape before his eyes. But now, not only had Han Yan done it, he had even left in such a relaxed manner. Wuqing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Amazing, you are much more powerful than I imagined. You can cultivate the cryptography to such a level, I really want to know how you cultivate it."

Three hundred meters away, a ray of light flashed, and Han Yan's figure appeared right after. His gaze swept across Wuqing as he asked: "Are you convinced?"

To be honest, Wuqing did submit, but his personality also made it so that he wouldn't admit defeat. He was the type of person who would rather die in the enemy's hands than lower his head to them. Moreover, he had a total of three killing moves. Since he was only using two, the final one was even more powerful. He was confident that he could kill Han Yan, and even if he couldn't, he could heavily injure him.

However, although this final killing move was extremely powerful, it wasn't beneficial to the user. Even if he could kill Han Yan, he himself would have to pay a huge price. Indeed, unless it was a crucial moment, Wuqing would not use it. Ever since he created the three killing spells, he had battled with cultivators too many times. Under normal circumstances, he would kill them all in one move, even if they were powerful cultivators higher than him, they would only be able to force him to use the second killing spell. In the past few years, he had never used the third ultimate move.

The last killing move could be said to be a ruthless trump card. Now, it was time for him to use his trump card.

Wuqing finally let out a breath, his eyes filled with the desire to fight. He said seriously, "If you want me to submit to you, that's fine. But if you are still unharmed under the third spell, I will hand over all the assassins on the Cloud Hunting Star to you, and let you lead them." After saying this, the spiritual energy in his body revolved crazily, and his clothes started to violently flutter in the absence of wind, making "shua shua" sounds. The air was immediately filled with a strong killing intent.

Wuqing's eyes were ice-cold and emotionless. The spiritual energy in his body circulated faster and faster. When it reached a certain speed, his forehead was covered in bean-sized beads of sweat. From this, it could be seen how much spiritual energy he had expended to cast this spell. Not only that, his right hand that was holding the dagger started to tremble. If one looked carefully, they would see drops of blood flowing out from the center of his palm. This blood was the blood essence he had forced out. The moment the blood essence appeared, it fused into the dagger. The originally black dagger immediately glowed with a demonic light.

The dagger released a buzzing sound, as though it wanted to fight for the heartless control, so it rushed towards Han Yan.

Han Yan's face was solemn, there was not a shred of worry in his eyes, as though no matter how powerful the technique was, he could easily block it.

Wuqing clenched his fist and bellowed. Then, his figure flashed as he rushed straight towards Han Yan. His figure moved like a flash, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Han Yan. He was still fifteen meters away from Han Yan as he stopped, and with a wave of his right hand, the dagger in his hand disappeared in a flash of light. The next moment, a thousand daggers suddenly appeared in front of him. Each of these daggers appeared to be real, and contained a tremendous attack power.

The thousand daggers, under the heartless control, flew towards Han Yan in an overwhelming manner, completely sealing off all of Han Yan's possible escape routes. There were even a few daggers flying in the air. It was indeed hard to dodge such a concentrated attack. The hearts of the crowd in the valley were all raised to their throats. They really wanted to know what the result of this one strike would be.

Amongst everyone present, only a few people believed that it was possible for Han Yan to avoid the attack. Most people thought that with Han Yan's previous speed, he would definitely be severely injured. The last group of people believed that no matter how powerful Han Yan was, his body would be destroyed by the attack of the technique. The reason was simple. When Wuqing used this technique, it contained blood essence. After any magical equipment was fed blood essence, their attacking speed would be raised to a terrifying level.

Indeed, the speed of the dagger was shockingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Han Yan.

These thousand daggers formed a huge sword formation. There was a connection between them. If one of the daggers was attacked, or hit the target, the rest of the daggers would quickly replenish themselves and madly fly toward that point. This was exactly the case. If a cultivator wanted to dodge unscathed, he couldn't use any magic. Once his aura was exposed, there was no possibility of him escaping.

Although Han Yan had never experienced such a killing move before, he was able to understand the profoundness of this technique. He did not resist. When he activated the non-imaging ability, the connection between him and the Xiao Hui disappeared into thin air. The moment he disappeared, he could sense several daggers approaching him. If he tried to increase his speed, he might be able to dodge the daggers or get hit by them.

Han Yan's goal was clear, he wanted to avoid Han Yan completely unharmed. Only then would he be able to make Wuqing completely submit.

As such, at that moment, Han Yan had to use a spell. A ray of light flashed in the air and he appeared, flying fiercely towards the sky. As Han Yan's aura was exposed to the air, the dagger crazily attacked as if it had found its target. In the blink of an eye, all the daggers had landed on Han Yan's body.

For a moment, his body became a hornet's nest, and blood flowed from it.

Not only that, the vitality in Han Yan's body was dissipating rapidly. His face was pale and his eyes were unfocused. He looked completely like he was on the verge of death.

When that scene appeared, many of the surrounding thousand assassins stood up and shouted loudly, "Good! Good! "A commander is invincible, a commander is mighty …"

There were also many assassins who thought that things were not like what they were seeing and did not shout out loud.

From the speed that Han Yan had dodged previously, even if he was hit, he would not be left with a fatal injury or death. Thoughtless quickly turned around and looked at Leng Xue, only to see him revealing a smile, and understanding filled his eyes.

Wu Nian's mouth twitched, but he could not help but ask, "How did he do it?"

If Thoughtless suspected that Han Yan was really killed just now, then when he saw Leng Xue's expression, he was sure that Han Yan must have used some sort of spell to dodge the fatal strike. However, he couldn't understand what kind of magic could trick Wuqing in such a short amount of time without him noticing.

Leng Xue smiled slightly and said: "I was born an assassin, so I know what an assassin cultivates. If I am unable to deal with my opponent within a few killing moves, then the person who will die will be me. " She paused and then continued, "Assassins pay too much attention to the training of killing moves and neglect the cultivation of spells. If one can practice a spell to the extreme, even an insignificant spell can easily block these killing moves."

Thoughtless was confused when he heard this. He asked again, "What was the name of the spell he used at the end?"

"Raise flowers into trees." Leng Xue had a certain level of understanding towards Han Yan's techniques, so she was able to tell which technique Han Yan had used just now with a glance. Now that the battle was over, there was nothing left to hide. Thus, he said, "Simply put, this is an illusion technique. It's just that Wuqing was able to cultivate it to an extremely high level and was unable to see through its flaws."0

Thoughtless thought of this possibility, but he could not believe what realm he had to train his illusion techniques to be able to achieve such an effect. At this moment, listening to Leng Xue talk about the truth, Thoughtless laughed bitterly and said: "If this is an illusion technique, I want to know why there is life in the illusion technique, and also blood."

Back then, when he used this technique, even the Ancient Spirit Demon Hong Yuan was deceived, so what about Wuqing?

Leng Xue smiled indifferently, he did not explain anything, but glanced at the center of the valley, and indicated for Thoughtless to take a look.

Wu Nian was confused, but he still turned to look at Han Yan's body.

That's right, it was a corpse. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like an illusion. However, as time passed, more and more flaws began to appear. First, the color of the blood changed, and it turned brown. This proved that it wasn't human blood. Secondly, the vitality emitted by the corpse had changed, and there was a faint Demonic Beast aura mixed within. If it was not enough to prove that this was an illusion technique, then with a flash of light, Han Yan's corpse turned into a log.

Corpses turning to wood, that was the most powerful evidence.

The moment the dagger pierced Han Yan's body, Wuqing had a strange feeling. Everything had gone smoothly, so much so that he felt like he was dreaming. However, after using all a thousand daggers, there was no more left to continue attacking. Even if he felt that something was amiss, there was no way to reverse the situation.

His merciless gaze never left Han Yan's corpse. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to figure out what kind of illusion technique was this.

Then, he clapped his hands and said: "What a good illusion technique, using the wood to create the original body's appearance, adding the Demonic Beast's blood essence and life force into the wood, and then instantly transforming the life force into the Qi of a human. It can obstruct the senses of the soul consciousness, it's powerful, powerful …"

These principles might sound simple, but to truly reach such a level without a few hundred years or even a thousand years of training was something completely impossible to accomplish. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wuqing would find it hard to believe that a mere illusion technique could be cultivated to such a level. Although Wuqing was proud, he was no fool. He was sure that even if he were to fight again, he wouldn't be able to harm Han Yan.

Be it speed or illusion techniques, Han Yan had cultivated them to the limit.

If he wanted to defeat Han Yan, other than being stronger than him, he could only use an even more powerful technique, or else he would have no other choice.

Heartless was defeated. He was convinced of his defeat. He clasped his hands and said, "Fellow cultivator is indeed powerful, I've lost …"

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