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Chapter 183 Blood Catalysis

While Xu Ming thought carefully about the previous teachings of the farmer, he carefully looked at the other side of the clay statue.

Facing the man's questioning, the three north facing dead soldiers sneered.

"I advise you to stop fooling us with these obscene measures. The Patriarch's decision will not be changed at any time, since your goal is the city that overwhelms the sea."

"Then you will die tonight!!"

As soon as the sound fell, the terrifying momentum spread from here.

The temperature in the small dilapidated temple seemed to drop by five or six degrees in an instant, and the chill that pierced the back immediately climbed up the younger generation like maggots on the tarsal bones.

The white-haired sweat that appeared for no reason surprised the young man.

He didn't expect that the three Beilin soldiers who came to intercept and kill him could work together to display their killing power.

But judging by the degree to which this killing power frightens the mind, one can imagine how many people's lives were used to temper it little by little.

In terms of cultivation, this young man may be on par with these three Beilin dead men, but in terms of the means of killing, the gap between the two is not even a tiny bit.

This person was shocked by the killing momentum of the three dead men facing the north, and his mental instability was even worse at the moment when he was already seriously injured.

Just when he tried his best to control his mind and wanted to struggle like a trapped beast, a dazzling sword light cut through the night sky in an instant and landed between the man's eyebrows.

Plop, the man fell to the ground.

The last madness seems to be hidden in the eyes of death, and the blood hole in the middle of the eyebrows is flowing out from the inside to the outside.

A life is lost in the blink of an eye, the cruelty of the cultivation world can be imagined.

From the beginning to the end, Xu Ming had no intention of making a move. The reason was that this person was seriously injured, and even if he managed to save him, he would not survive for long.

And once one of the Beilin dead soldiers escapes, the troubles that will be caused after that will be even more endless.

The most important point is that, according to what the dead man in the north said, it seems that this person was killed because he was going to overthrow Haicheng.

Then their mission is self-evident, to intercept and kill all those who go to Fuhai City.

Xu Ming's mind was spinning fast, he could vaguely guess the reason for this, but he couldn't figure it out a little bit, if it was really for Zhou Xiaodie's contest to recruit relatives, why would there be such a northern city in the extremely remote city of Lintao? The figure of a dying man.

"It seems that there must be something hidden in it."

Just when Xu Ming was thinking secretly, the leading prince Beilin turned around and was about to leave after confirming that the man was dead.

A black shadow that broke in from outside the ruined temple made the three of them stop involuntarily.

To Xu Ming's surprise, the three Beilin dead men were respectful to the person in front of them like never before.

It's just that person's face made Xu Ming feel inexplicable disgust when he saw it.

There are a pair of sinister tricks hidden in the knife-like cheeks and small eyes.

The chill and cruelty hidden between the brows made the three Beilin dead men shudder.

The three of them clasped their fists together when they saw the person coming.

"Meet the Commander"

"Meet the Commander"

It was Yan Jiu who came, and at this moment, he swept across the three people in front of him with a face as sharp as a knife.

The sense of oppression contained in it made the three of them sweat and dare not speak.

"Killing a person in the late stage of the alchemy state, let the three of you make a move, and still make such a big commotion, the food of the Lu family has been fed to the dogs all these years, and it has just raised you few wine bags and rice bags."

Facing Yan Jiu's harsh reprimand, the three Beilin soldiers did not dare to say a word.

"The lesson learned is that we have indeed underestimated the enemy."

The leader who didn't dare to lift his head said something, which was a response.

At this moment, Yan Jiu narrowed his eyes, looking inexplicably at the motionless corpse in front of the desk, and asked abruptly.

"Are you sure you're dead?"

"Commander, please rest assured, your subordinates have already checked."

"Hmph, checked? Just look at what that is!!"

After Yan Jiu finished speaking, he pierced through the clay statue with one finger.

The sharp energy shot out from his fingertips penetrated the clay statue like a knife cutting tofu, and then wiped Xu Ming's face and shot out into the wall behind him.

Xu Ming didn't dare to move half an inch, but a strand of hair still fell to the ground.

"Fellow Daoist behind the stone statue, how long are you going to hide?"

Yan Jiu's cold and murderous voice sounded in Xu Ming's ears, but the moment the voice fell, the three men who had died in the north made a move together with tacit understanding.

The clay statue shattered into powder, and then Xu Ming could only bite the bullet and dodge from behind it.

But when it landed, there was something extra on his face.

A mask covered with heavy oil paint was put on the face by Xu Ming.

This was specially given to him by the farmer before his departure, saying that it could be used at critical moments.

Xu Ming originally thought it was superfluous, because his original face was already covered with human skin, but now it seems that this facial mask has a magical effect.

As soon as Xu Ming landed on the ground, three dead soldiers from the north approached him from three sides.

The cold light that flashed across their hands was their deadly weapon.

A dagger that was only as long as a forearm, but extremely sharp.

The faint purple color on the dagger is obviously that some kind of extremely strong poison was added when it was quenched.

Perhaps even a single cut of flesh would kill Xu Ming.

Xu Ming, who was hiding behind the oil paint mask, moved his eyes to see all the dead men who were killing him from three sides.

But he didn't panic, and he didn't run away. The machete passed down from the farmer at his waist was instantly in my hand.

The moment he held the knife, the blades of the three dead men's daggers were about to attack the upper door.

But at this moment, Xu Ming threw out his knife like a poisonous snake, and in an instant, the tip of the knife met the sharp edge of the dagger.

The tyrannical force exploded in an instant, and the three dead men couldn't control their figures and backed away with a cry of pain.

There was a severe tearing pain in his hand, and when he stabilized his figure and went to check again, he found that the tiger's mouth on his right hand had been torn.

The bright red and cheerful blood column was ticking down along the dagger, and the three dead men obviously wanted to strike again after suffering the pain, but they were blocked by Yan Jiu's voice.

"Enough, step aside for me, this person is not something you can deal with."

Obviously this time, Yan Jiu's words did not exaggerate the facts.

Although Xu Ming didn't use the aura polished by the three-color golden elixir in half of his body, the saber technique performed by the repeatedly tempered body had such an effect.

Indeed, Yan Jiu, who had seen life and death, was a little startled, but as a leader who could command the dead soldiers in the north, how could his heart be completely shocked by such a scene.

On the contrary, it was the smell of blood in the air that mobilized the madness hidden in his bones.

If Xu Ming was a cultivator who was paranoid because of burning blood, then Yan Jiu was born to kill.

The harsh shock, together with the blood in the air, was the best catalyst for Yan Jiu.

As for Xu Ming, who hid his face behind an oil paint mask, the fight tonight seemed to have just begun.

(End of this chapter)