Holy-lighted War God

A cold light flashed through the hazy night on the street …

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Lingyun's body moved again and slid under the horse's belly. The speed was so fast that one could only see a series of afterimages.

"Huh?"

A cry of surprise came from the darkness. It was a shock, as though he did not expect that Ling Yun would actually be able to avoid her fatal strike.

Shortly afterwards, a light snort came from the darkness. Another streak of cold light shot out from the void like a bolt of lightning.

"Damn it!" Lingyun cursed in his heart as he wiped off the dark red bloodstain on the corner of his mouth. He felt the blood in his body churning.

Just now, he had dodged that fatal blow. The assassin, who had hidden himself in order to kill him, had gathered all of his strength together. However, that sharp sword Qi and killing intent had caused his Qi and blood to churn.

Her hair fluttered down and was stained with traces of blood.

The sword qi pierced his skin and cut off all his hair. If he did not react fast enough, what fell down would not have been his hair, but his head.

In the blink of an eye, Lingyun knew that this was a powerful assassin with rich experience, and a dark attributed martial artist at that.

"Who is it?"

The cold light flashed like lightning in the air.

Ling Yun's heart was ice-cold, the aura of death enveloped him, but he did not panic. In the time it took for a spark to fly, he stepped on the Wandering Dragon Steps, and part of his body seemed to transform into a formless cloud, flashing to the side.

A bit of blood blossomed. Lingyun's arm was injured and pierced through. Although he used the Cloud Mist Technique, the arm turned into mist.

However, he was still a warrior after all, so his body couldn't truly become illusory.

Furthermore, the difference in strength between the two of them was too great. Even if they had truly become illusory, their real bodies would still be pierced through.

"How is this possible?" A hoarse cry of disbelief came from the darkness.

As a Martial Saint, she had suffered heavy injuries that year. Her foundation had been damaged, and even her Essence had been destroyed, causing her cultivation level to drop. However, she still had the cultivation of a peak Martial King.

He was also known as the king of the Dark Night, how could he assassinate a useless person who couldn't cultivate and fail repeatedly?

Lingyun's ears moved gently, the sound was ethereal, no one knew where it came from, but it gave rise to a slight fluctuation in the air, and with a wave of his hand, a cold light shot towards the void on the left.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal colliding could be heard as the person in the dark also made his move. He wanted to kill the other person, but he was blocked by the cold light.

"Hmph!"

A muffled grunt sounded from the void as ripples in the air surged out, and a vague black figure could be vaguely seen. But in an instant, the black figure disappeared, and only a trace of blood remained, as well as shattered blades and shattered thin needles on the ground …

These were all Lingyun's life saving trump cards, refined with precious Meteoric Iron, and were all one-time forbidden weapons.

Although their ranks weren't high, they couldn't handle too many of them. They couldn't withstand their sharpness, so they exploded in a short battle, injuring the unprepared assassin.

"Damn it!"

The assassin hidden in the darkness was furious. He had actually been caught by a piece of trash, and had even been injured.

Although that injury was nothing to him, not even a superficial wound, to him, it was still a form of humiliation.

A Martial King was injured by a warrior, and it was a sneak attack by a Martial King. If word of this got out, he would become famous.