There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 763 Night Battle
His Royal Highness King Yu is the only son of the saint today. Although he has not been established as the crown prince, as the only prince, his status as the heir is almost unshakable.

Even if the sage is now giving birth to a boy, the three-year-old emperor, how can he rule the world?
So when Ding Kuyu uttered these four words, the sage, who had always been calm, couldn't help being furious: "How dare you?"

Saying this, he stepped forward like a ghost, and mercilessly slapped Ding Kuyu's chest.

Ding Kuyu looked at the other party calmly, and also raised his hand to palm the saint.

When the two palms clashed, Ding Kuyu couldn't resist instantly and swiped backwards, his feet drew two deep tracks on the stone floor, but the saint was even more surprised, he looked at the other side: "You are not Ding Kuyu, Who are you?"

Ding Kuyu looked at the saint and said with a faint smile, "How can your majesty say that I am not Ding Kuyu?"

"Ding Kuyu definitely doesn't have this kind of internal strength. His blood rain magical skill, when he walks, he is bewitched by illusion, and he doesn't have such a strong palm." The saint looked at Ding Kuyu, his eyes changed several times, and suddenly said loudly :"Oh it's you!"

"You killed Ding Kuyu?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it at all, the man in red lowered his head and smiled, then reached out and lifted his red clothes.

Under the red clothes, he was wearing a solid black suit, with one sleeve floating empty.

His right hand had been hidden under the red clothes before, and even the saint didn't notice any difference in his aura.

He never expected that it would be Qin who finally came to the saint in the name of killing Qin and winning the Eight Desolation and Liuhe Gong.

"To be honest, this is the first time I have met you, even though we have been friends for a long time before that." Qin stretched out his hand and took off the human skin mask on his face, looking at the helpless old man with a sarcastic smile on his lips. Smiling: "Why, it doesn't feel good to be betrayed."

The saint was silent for a moment.

If the person who came here is Qin instead of Ding Kuyu, then everything before can be explained a little bit, but there is only one point, that is, where did Ding Kuyu go?
It was not easy for Ding Kuyu to kill Qin.

But it was not easy for Qin to kill Ding Kuyu.

Since the technique of Yin Yang Great Compassion Fu is true, it naturally flowed from Ding Kuyu's hands, how did Qin convince the other party.

And what is even more frightening is, is the news about King Yu brought by Qin true or false?

"What exactly do you want?" The saint looked at Qin: "If you want to die, there are too many ways to die in this world."

Qin smiled: "Ding Kuyu told me that in order to seek longevity, he went to the Western Regions to seek the Great Compassion Fu, but later, he heard the news that Miss Yanran was killed by you."

"I'll ask you."

"Why does Miss Yan Ran have to die?"

"What does this have to do with you?" The saint looked at Qin Leng and said coldly.

"Of course it has something to do with it." Qin looked at the saint: "In this world, at present, the martial arts that can achieve longevity, apart from the Great Compassion Endowment and the Sovereign Art, only the White Head Taixuan Sutra remains."

"However, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra has a fatal flaw, so even if Miss Yanran got this exercise, she didn't dedicate it to you, but sealed it up herself."

"But in the end, you still practiced this technique and dedicated your own son's blood to this altar, so much so that Master Xue Ping would rather disobey your will and hide that child in Shaolin Temple."

"Rebels!" The saint had faint veins on his forehead: "You are all rebels!"

Saying this, he stepped forward and held Qin's neck with one hand. The saint was as fast as lightning and moved like a ghost. He appeared in front of Qin almost instantly, and then pinched Qin's neck and lifted him up. He held it up high: "You know what? I want to kill you, it's as simple as crushing an ant."

"Why do you want to die?"

Qin's expression remained the same. He was originally a tall man, but he was still held up in mid-air by the saint like a doll.

"Your Majesty, I came here because I am confident that you can't kill me like an ant."

When Qin opened his mouth, the saint suddenly felt burning pain in his hands, he couldn't help letting go of Qin, and took two steps back: "What is this?"

"Didn't I say it? A little girl from the Huo family gave me a poison called Ashes."

"This kind of poison has no other purpose. The only effect is to bring unimaginable pain to the poisoned person when the true energy is stimulated."

"Your Majesty, of course your martial arts are world-class, but how much experience do you have in fighting life and death?"

"Are you really able to endure such pain and have a hearty battle with me?"

Saying this, Qin's whole body slowly rose with a crimson red lotus-like infuriating energy: "On the contrary, although it is flawed to say that the Eight Desolation and the Six Hegemony Art is flawed, it can help me approach your realm endlessly .”

"I still want to kill you here with my own hands."

"May I ask if you can satisfy this little request of mine?"

Qin's words were slow, and the blue-gray scars also slowly extended from his palm to his arm, and spread upwards little by little.

He is now like a burning red lotus, using his entire body as firewood to bloom the most incredible and magnificent light.

"Madman." The sage looked at Qin and said coldly, "Do you think you can beat me like this?"

"I am invincible."

"Then let's try." Qin laughed loudly, and then, under the wrap of the red lotus flame, he strode towards the saint, gathered his strength, and punched out.

The saint disappeared in place like a ghost, and then appeared behind Qin in an unrestrained posture. The old man's eyes were cold and sharp, and he pointed his two fingers directly at the other's neck; "Go to hell!"

And at that moment, Qin turned around on the spot, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You still don't know me well enough."

While speaking like this, Qin's fist has already swung up.

In the next moment, the saint was blown away by Qin's punch like a broken kite, and his body hit the tall bookshelves around him. At that moment, the old pages of books were falling from the ceiling, like countless Yanshan mountains as big as mats. snowflake.

After swinging this punch, Qin knelt down on one knee in an instant, spitting out a big mouthful of blood.

And in that bookshelf, the saint's voice sounded slowly: "With you like this, do you want to kill me?"

"I promise, I will give you the most painful death to punish your offense."

Qin raised his head and watched the sage quietly get up from the collapsed bookshelf, with a cruel playful expression on his face.

"Let this end."

Qin stood up slowly: "Then come and try."

"I didn't come here to die."

(End of this chapter)