850: C850 The Assassination Began from Dongfang Zhaoyang

C850 The Assassination Began from Dongfang Zhaoyang

850. Assassination. Starting from Dongfang Zhaoyang.

Zhang Xing didn't know about Li Sheng's plan, nor did he know that Zhaoyang elder brother's big brother had already bared his sharp teeth and was going to bite him to death.

He felt a little strange in his heart. They had fought for a day, and the Coalition forces had suffered heavy casualties. However, they still had no intention of retreating.

Could it be that they were planning to fight to the death?

This was not very possible. After all, it was the four major powers. It was impossible for all of them to be united.

Furthermore, it was already night time, and their vision was blurred. It was even more impossible for them to grasp Dark Knight's tracks.

If he really did not understand, Zhang Xing might as well not think about it anymore.

However, he still admired Li Sheng and the others' perseverance and persistence.

Actually, it could not be said that the Coalition forces did not retreat. They were still slowly retreating, allowing the middle troops to maintain a certain distance from Dark Knight.

If Dark Knight charged into the middle troops, then they would not be far from being completely wiped out.

Zhang Xing looked at the horizon. The light of the sun was finally swallowed by the night sky. A few bright stars were shining with the light of fireflies.

A full moon quietly crawled out.

It was alright tonight. It was not that dark.

It was just that the mountain was too quiet, so quiet that it was abnormal.

Other than the few roars of the Giant dragon from afar, there were no other sounds.

The Nine Dragon Cavalry had already left the range of the Celestial Dragon Gate, and was getting further and further away from Zhang Xing.

Dongfang Zhaoyang seemed to have sensed a gloomy smell coming from the air.

His eyes turned cold, and his expression became nervous.

At the same time, his heartbeat accelerated, and all the pores on his body stood up.

Dongfang Zhaoyang smelled a very familiar Aura.

Not good! There was an assassin! They're here!

Just as Dongfang Zhaoyang was about to warn Zhang Xing, four murderous intents suddenly locked onto all the vital parts of his body.

Dongfang Zhaoyang's body stiffened, and his mind immediately became alert. He didn't dare move.

After a short three breaths, cold sweat started to form on Dongfang Zhaoyang's forehead.

Click!

The moment a drop of cold sweat passed through his right eye's eyelashes, four black lights suddenly appeared in the air.

The black light arrived in an instant, and a beam of light shot towards the center of his brows.

A beam of light shot towards his heart from behind.

A beam of light shot towards his neck artery from the left.

The other shot towards his dantian from the bottom.

Boom!2

Dongfang Zhaoyang immediately unleashed all of his cultivation level. He instantly threw out two punches and two kicks.

At the same time, he dodged to the right.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Four crisp sounds rang out from where he had been standing.

"Hehe! Brother Zhao Yang's cultivation level has regressed!"

Along with the sound, four masked figures appeared ten meters away from Dongfang Zhaoyang.

Each of them had a sword as thick as a thumb.

"Sigh!"

Dongfang Zhaoyang let out a long sigh in his heart and said: "Are you still unwilling to let me go?"

"Wrong! It's not that we aren't willing to let you go. Someone didn't want to let you go. We're just using money to help people solve their problems."

The voice was ethereal and unclear. It was hard to distinguish between the voices. Who is it? Black Man asked.

"Why do you have to do this? I have never thought of going back since the day I left."

Dongfang Zhaoyang shook his head. Only he knew the bitterness in his heart. He really did not want to be enemies with his big brother.

But a hundred years had passed. I, as your little brother, am no longer a threat to you. Why are you still unwilling to give up?

"Brother Zhao Yang, whether you return or not has nothing to do with us. It's fine as long as your head goes back!"

Black Man's voice was heard.

Dongfang Zhaoyang knew the strength of these four men. They were all peak Three Star Combat Venerables like him.

However, his fist no longer had the domineering Qi of the past.

Although the cultivation level had reached the Three Star realm, its strength had dropped by 10%.

This was also because he had underestimated human nature and saw through the heaven defying path of cultivation, thus changing his violent and flamboyant personality.

He originally thought that he would slowly die with his old illness, but he did not expect that his injuries would recover.

His strength, however, decreased, and there was no way for him to advance any further.

It was luck, and also not, but he did not feel any sadness, only thinking of living peacefully.

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