C1507 Fang Ci
"Oh my God!"
"Mo, could this be the legendary Ancient Taoism Martial Arts Stage?"
"But he's so young, how is that possible?!"
The four Guardian Deities were scared out of their wits as they stared coldly at the Ancient Qi Fighter Reaper Machine in the crowd.
None of the Ancient Qi Fighter warriors could touch Ye Hong's clothes.
They rushed forward, and all of them fell to the ground.
After a few blinks, All the Ancient Qi Fighter warriors of Jing Capital were lying on the ground.
Some of them had their hands broken by Ye Hong, some had their legs broken, and some had their lives broken. Cough! Cough!
In short, no one could stand up amidst the screams.
In the entire Wild Grass Valley, other than Doctors of the Ancient Medicine who was hiding in a corner, only Ximen Zhuo, Ximen Zhi, and Ximen Shuai were left.
"Who exactly leaked my whereabouts to you, and who ordered you to join forces with the Seven Poisons Cult?"
Ye Hong approached the four Guardian Deities step by step. His tone was cold and indifferent.
The pupils of the four Guardian Deities shrank. They felt that it was not a single person walking towards them, but a dark and lightless hell.
They were not the emissary of Hell, Ye Hong was!
Ye Hong asked while paying attention to the expressions of the four Guardian Deities.
He suddenly realized that apart from nervousness, there was also an inexplicable anticipation in the eyes of the four Guardian Deities.
Expectation?
Ye Hong's heart suddenly rang with alarm and he immediately stopped in his tracks.
The Wild Grass Valley was completely silent, except for the occasional sound of wind coming from the top of the valley.
However, Ye Hong sensed that something was wrong, and his heart was beating faster and faster.
"Above. ... No!
It's below!"
Ye Hong leaped into the air and jumped back.
A black three-edged thorn suddenly pierced through the ground where he had stepped just now.
As the name suggested, the trident was a triangular spike.
Once the three-edged thorn pierced into one's body, the three grooves would speed up the bleeding.
Moreover, most of the wounds that were pierced by the Prism Spike were square and extremely difficult to bandage and heal.
Therefore, the prism was an assassin's favorite killing weapon, and the death rate was extremely high.
Of course, it was not common for people to be able to play with this kind of extraordinary weapon.
From this, it could be seen that the owner of this Prism Spike was an experienced assassin.
If it was just this, then forget it.1
However, the assassin in front of him was hidden underground. Ye Hong did not notice it before he moved. He only relied on his instincts to dodge the attack when he was near his feet.
If he had been half a second late, Ye Hong's feet would have been pierced by the trident!
The assassin was able to avoid Ye Hong's senses. Needless to say, he was as strong as Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts, who was on the same level as Ye Hong.
What was even more terrifying was that he was a Ancient Taoism Martial Arts Stage assassin!
An assassin's attack! If he failed, he would disappear into the night.
While you were distracted the next time, you opened your fangs again.
That was why assassins like Ancient Fighters were the most difficult to deal with, not to mention Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts.
"Shua -"
As Ye Hong had expected, the trident did not hit the target, but quickly retreated to the ground.
Ye Hong's heart shook and he focused all his attention on his feet.
At this time, the four Guardian Deities on the opposite side showed a proud smile again.
"I didn't expect this, did I? We have a powerful helper."
"Fortunately, Young Master is wise. Just in case, he spent a large sum of money to hire the famous killer of Ancient Martial Realm, Stinger."
"Hehe, although I didn't expect you to be Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts, but Stinger. "But Cultivator of Ancient Taoism Martial Arts, who has been famous for a long time."
"That's why Ye Hong, you will die today!"
"It's just that before you die, you still have to endure the torture of the Stinger. What a pity."
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