Batian Martial Soul

Chapter 214 Stealth Assassin
"Give me the giant elephant puppet!"

Just as Lin Ze slowly stood up, ready to swing his knife to destroy the giant elephant puppet, a figure appeared on the mountain.

This person is dressed in Tsing Yi, free and unrestrained, and seems to be strong, even above Lin Ze.

"Brother Qi!"

When Lin Ze saw this person, he was pleasantly surprised: "Could it be that you have already found Yuehuazong?"

The man in Tsing Yi showed a bitter smile and said: "I found it, not only the Yuehua Sect was found, but the rest of the sects also appeared one after another."

"What's the situation? Didn't you say that these hidden sects are very secretive and hard to find?"

Lin Ze asked suspiciously.

The man in Tsing Yi was running his true energy, preparing to fight the giant elephant puppet, but he could still speak.

"Shanhe Wuhun was born, and the revival of the human race is in sight. The twelve sects that formed the holy dynasty have also returned. Didn't you notice? Brother, there are more and more warriors awakening broken spirits. Among the twelve sects Among them, there are even complete martial soul owners."

Speaking of this, the figure of the man in Tsing Yi suddenly rushed out, "Brother, I will tell you the details after the war is resolved."

Lin Ze has many questions.

But he also knew that now was not the time to speak.

So he closed his eyes again, hurry up to recover, if there is any danger again, he can fight.

So far, the enemies who are equivalent to the nine-level martial artist have opponents, and they can't cause any damage to Yunkong City for the time being.

The war has once again entered a stalemate.

what--!
Suddenly, on Mocheng Mountain, the neck of a martial artist at the peak of the eighth level was cut off in an instant.

He only had time to scream, and then he died.

"what happened?"

This sudden change made everyone feel anxious.

Although the eighth-level peak martial artist is not as good as the ninth-level martial artist, his strength is also very strong, and his head was cut off strangely. How can this not make people worry.

Ah!
Ah!
There were several more screams in succession, and three or four eighth-level martial artists were killed.

"Shuai Lin, there is an invisible assassin!"

Ling Xiao yelled loudly.

In the state of being in the soul, he can see a black shadow suddenly appearing on the moat mountain.

That's right, there is only one black shadow.

But the cultivation base of this black shadow is the early stage of the ninth level of martial arteries.

He is not the strongest, but because he can be invisible and hide his breath, even Lin Ze couldn't find it.

Stealth Assassin!

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

The danger that cannot be seen is the most terrible danger.

Ling Xiao noticed that this invisible assassin should be a ninja warrior, and he looked a bit like Ming Tian.

If I guessed correctly, it should be Mingtian's father or uncle or something.

He stopped fighting and reported the situation to Lin Ze in the past.

This is a big deal, if one is not good, I am afraid that everyone except Lin Ze will be wiped out on the Mocheng Mountain.

This person is very smart, and he only kills warriors below the ninth level, because even if the ninth level warriors cannot be seen, their reactions are sharp enough. Once they get close, they might be killed instead.

"Ninja Assassin? Sure enough, the Ninja and the Blue-eyed Clan are colluding?"

Lin Ze became anxious.

"Shuai Lin, no matter what, we must get rid of this invisible assassin first, otherwise, we will suffer heavy casualties."

Dai Yuling frowned and said.

"Headache, if he doesn't get close to me, I can't do anything about it."

Lin Ze rubbed his head.

He is very strong, definitely much stronger than this stealth assassin, and he can kill him with a single strike.

But the problem was that he couldn't see the invisible assassin, nor could he feel the existence of the other party.

The opponent will quickly flee after killing, even if it is too late to attack.

"Shuai Lin, it's better to let the big guys retreat first and form a defensive formation. In this case, the assassin will not be easy to succeed."

someone suggested.

"No, for the sake of a stealth assassin, those who retreat to the battlefield rashly, those who are fighting with the opponent's nine-level master will lose their support and will be in trouble."

Lin Ze shook his head.

"But Lin Shuai, this invisible assassin is fast and can hide his body and breath. Even a ninth-level martial artist can only sense his presence at close range. We can't capture his movement at all."

A peak eighth level martial artist smiled wryly.

The rest of the people also lowered their heads, not knowing what to do.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, several warriors were inexplicably stabbed to the vital point, and they died tragically on the spot without even seeing the enemy.

"Shuai Lin, let me hold this guy, how about you beheading him?"

Seeing this, Ling Xiao couldn't bear it anymore.

He knew that he had no chance of winning against the warriors at the early stage of the Ninth Level of Martial Vein. Even if he escaped, it would be very difficult, and he would be killed if he failed.

But seeing so many warriors being killed by this person, he really couldn't remain indifferent.

Many warriors here are real men who shed blood on the battlefield in order to defend the lives of ordinary people, and now they are killed one by one by such uselessness.

How can Ling Xiao stand on the sidelines?
The key is that now he is the only one who can clearly see the whereabouts of this invisible assassin, and he can see very clearly, and his eyes can follow.

"no!"

With a wave of his hand, Lin Ze rejected Ling Xiao's proposal.

But at this moment, Ling Xiao suddenly yelled: "Jiuyue, be careful behind you!"

In Ling Xiao's line of sight, the invisible assassin actually came behind General Jiuyue to carry out a sneak attack.

He probably felt that although General Jiuyue was powerful, he was fighting against the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Blue-eyed Clan, so it was more suitable for a sneak attack.

When General Jiuyue heard Ling Xiao's shout, how could he dare to be negligent.

He blasted out a palm with all his strength, temporarily repelling the enemies on the frontal battlefield, and then jumped forward, avoiding the sneak attack behind him with a very strange movement.

But even so, a part of the sleeve was cut off.

It's a close call.

The stealth assassin didn't intend to confront General Jiuyue head-on, he couldn't do a single blow, so he fled quickly, making General Jiuyue's counterattack hit the empty space.

"Shuai Lin, don't hesitate any longer. Disciple understands that you are doing it for my own good, but I really don't die so easily."

Ling Xiao has a good impression of General Jiuyue, and it would be unacceptable if General Jiuyue was killed in front of him.

"Are you sure it's okay?"

Lin Ze valued Ling Xiao the most, and he really didn't want Ling Xiao to take this risk.

If Ling Xiao really had to die because of this incident, then he would really regret it.

"Shuai Lin, you don't believe me?"

Ling Xiao didn't explain anything, he jumped out.

Since Lin Ze was worried about him, he let Lin Ze rest assured.

"I'll come when I go!"

On the battlefield, Ling Xiao completely restrained his aura. If he didn't pay attention to look at it, he would have thought that he had suddenly disappeared from the battlefield.

Others are there, but there is no breath.

Coupled with the chaos on the battlefield, it is really impossible to catch his traces with the eyes alone.

huh~~
Ling Xiao took a deep breath, obviously not revealing any aura, but at this moment, he was able to condense his true essence on the Piaoxue sword in his hand.

This seems to be a very contradictory thing, but he did it.

Because what he restrained his breath was not relying on any martial arts skills, but relying on the template of the mountain and river martial soul.

At this moment, his external model is an ordinary person.

No matter how powerful his martial arts were, it was the same.

(End of this chapter)