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The ninth-level cultivator had to leave.

Even he himself suddenly wasn't sure if it was too late for him to leave now.

But he is from the Ninth Heaven after all.

This kid played the role of a pig for a long time, and accidentally cut off the eighth level of the sky with a single blow. Although it was amazing, it was still within an acceptable range. Now that I am prepared, and I am two realms higher than him, he has no chance.

And the Bodhisattva has already arrived.

Yang He glanced at Zhao Yushu, who said he would arrive in a dozen breaths at most, and the inner scene girl who was chasing after him, and it seemed that he didn't have enough time.

Got to kill another one.

Yang He is different from Zhao Yushu. Zhao Yushu would try not to kill someone before he showed any ill will towards him, unless he could not stop. But Yang He had fought his way out of the chaotic world. After joining the Red Lotus Sect, he was struggling on the line between life and death almost every day. He had seen more dead people than Zhao Yushu had seen living people, so he had no psychological burden when killing people.

Before the Ninth Heaven cultivator could make a move, Yang He had already pounced on him.

Since time is running out, let’s kill the strongest one.

What a madman! The Ninth Heaven cultivator made a final judgment on Yang He.

This man must be a madman, using the weak to fight the strong and even daring to take the initiative to attack.

I heard that in the morning, an old man in Chang'an City brought an old woman and a hundred or so servants, and went straight out of the north gate to rush into the Liao lord's central military tent. Damn, people in the Central Plains are all crazy!

The knife light created a whirlwind, so dazzling in the darkness that it seemed unreal.

Facing this alluring knife, the Ninth Heaven cultivator took a step back.

Neijing Bodhisattva was right behind him. As long as he could hold this madman back for a while, it would be difficult for them to die.

The monk took another step back, and his pair of flesh palms covered with a layer of solid ice slapped Yang He's long sword from the side.

The monk from the eighth heaven felt his hands and feet go cold when he saw his companion being cut into two pieces by a knife. He clearly wanted to help the monk from the ninth heaven, but he couldn't move.

Fortunately, this person chose to attack the stronger one first. If he had come directly at me, would he have been able to kill him in one go?

"How dare you retreat?"

Yang He sneered under the black scarf and said, "I have been learning sword skills since I was young, and I have practiced a sword technique that is fearless and will lead to death. If you fight me head-on, we can each rely on our skills and abilities, and the outcome may be uncertain. But you dare to retreat!"

When facing Yang He, as long as he retreats, more violent sword skills will follow, and the long sword will not stop until Yang He dies of exhaustion.

Otherwise, how could he be on the front line of the southeast battlefield?

The great monk regretted his decision the moment he took a step back. His palm had indeed hit the knife, but with his ninth-level spiritual power, he did not break the knife; it only deflected it slightly.

Only then did he realize that he had made his second mistake. He did not use weapons, but the madman in front of him not only used them, but his weapon was also a treasure.

When masters compete with each other, one mistake is enough to be fatal, so they won’t give you the chance to make it twice.

The long sword that was knocked off course spun back and cut across his waist, fiercely tearing through his protective spiritual power and slashing at the ice armor covering his waist that he could only summon subconsciously. If he had not been a veteran in the battlefield, this sword would have cut him in half.

Yang He, who was blocked by the ice armor, had almost no surprise or hesitation. He immediately raised his long sword, but the blade was a fiery red.

Water and fire cannot coexist. If you use ice to block it, I will use fire to attack it.

A scream was heard, and Zhao Yushu would be able to rush to Yang He in three breaths. According to his original intention, he and Yang He should take down the Ninth Heaven within two or three breaths, and then concentrate on dealing with the scene behind them.

As for the Yaeten, I'm sorry, this battlefield belongs to the Genin and Kage, and the Jonin are not considered human.

Yang He still failed and was not able to kill this great monk of the Ninth Heaven in such a short time, but the broken arm covered with ice on the ground and the screams of the man covering his shoulder proved that he was not a complete failure.

"Go back."

The girl landed beside the seriously injured monk, glanced at the broken arm on the ground, then looked at Yang He, her expression somewhat solemn.

The Seventh Heaven instantly killed the Eighth Heaven and severely damaged the Ninth Heaven under siege. Such geniuses do exist. As a demigod on the plateau, the closest person to them is Wu Ziteng from Shushan. So it seems that the two people in front of them are by no means unknown people.

Hearing the girl's words, the frightened monk of the Eighth Heaven woke up as if from a dream. He hurried over, picked up the monk of the Ninth Heaven, and went north without looking back.

"Is she talking to us?"

Zhao Yushu stood beside Yang He and gave him a thumbs up. Old Yang was indeed very powerful.

"No, she said to tell them to back off."

"Do you understand Tibetan?"

"I learned it on the way to Yuezhou. Didn't you learn it?"

Old Zhao looked up at the sky and didn't intend to respond.

What do you mean? Are you trying to show off? It’s amazing that you can learn a foreign language in just half a month or a month, right? Huh!

"Who are you two?"

The girl spoke again, but in authentic Central Plains dialect, with just a slight Jiannan accent.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking someone's name?"

Zhao Yushu is a bachelor. Since you are polite, I won’t be polite.

Unexpectedly, the girl nodded and said, "That makes sense. I am a little monk from Tibet. People call me the Lord of the Cemetery."

Sure enough it was him!

But I didn't expect that this big guy actually looks like a girl.

"You two seem to be confused about my appearance,"

The girl lowered her head, and there was a "click" sound. Zhao Yushu's eyes widened, and it seemed that a piece of meat fell to the ground.

The sound of "pa pa pa" continued to be heard, and pieces of flesh of varying sizes fell on the ground like rain. Even pieces of flesh began to fall from the girl's sleeves, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

This kind of scene, which would have been difficult to pass even in a horror movie, made Zhao Yushu break out in a cold sweat. If he hadn't really gained a lot of experience in the past year, he would have probably vomited immediately.

Yang He, who always killed people without blinking an eye, also frowned, and a trace of sweat seeped out of the palm holding the long knife. Damn, if you play like this, how can people survive?

Snap, another piece of meat fell, and no more fell.

The girl lifted up her sleeves. Her sleeves were very wide and completely blocked her hands. Zhao Yushu couldn't see her movements clearly. He only saw her slowly unbuttoning the simple monk's robe.

No way, you will be rejected by the review.

Zhao Yushu complained weakly, watching the monk's robe float down, revealing a white skeleton underneath.

I knew it.

Zhao Yushu shook his hands, and the Assassin and the Cold Iron Sword were held in his hands, and the handle of Madam Xu in Avalon also quietly appeared.

The girl slowly raised her head. Her little face had completely turned into a skeleton. Her three eyes reflected the faint firelight, looking strange and peaceful.

"Isn't that better?"