My practice narration is weird

The burly man's figure fell from the roof and hit the ground with a thud.

There was a huge hole in his chest, and red blood poured out from it, shattering all his vitality.

His face turned to the sky, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't understand anything.

But he no longer had to think about it.

This question is left to others to think about.

Tang Sansansan's gloomy expression twitched slightly, and he quietly put away the poisonous silver needle in his hand.

He didn't understand, or no one could.

The third-level man who was refining his body was stabbed through the chest and died as soon as he approached Ye Wuyou.

But Ye Wuyou was still standing there, motionless.

What kind of supernatural power is this?

He originally thought of waiting for the two to fight and then secretly attack them.

Unexpectedly, there was no chance even if the thunder was loud and the rain was light.

The man in black robe stopped talking, thinking in his heart.

There are many people who hold the same idea as Mr. Tang Sansan.

Tang Sansan's choice to give up this opportunity does not mean that they will all give up.

In the darkness, qi energy flourished, and hidden arrows struck.

Ye Wuyou's figure finally left the eaves, he took a step forward, and in an instant he stepped into the alley and found someone.

Darkness is nothing to him. He has two realms of insight. Even without his eyes, he can see objects more than thirty feet away with his mind.

Ye Wuyou was filled with doubts.

Why is the person who attacked me so close? Don’t you know that the second realm can understand the surrounding scenery?

The person he found had a surprised look on his face. He was only in the second realm, and his perceptive ability was up to ten feet. How did he find him?

But unlike the burly man before, this man was surprised, but his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The nearly fifty-year-old Third Realm cultivator burst out with a cry.

"In the past, my wife refused to be humiliated and died at the hands of your beastly master. Today I will use you to sacrifice my wife's spirit in heaven and die to me!"

Along with his words, his energy condensed, and his hands continued to make seals, exuding bursts of terrifying aura.

Practitioners of the three realms should not be underestimated, as they all have some life-threatening supernatural powers.

So Ye Wuyou's answer was.

The sword raises wind and thunder.

As the man's vitality disappeared, Ye Wuyou's words came.

"Okay, now you can reunite."

Also, would Lu Qingshan be interested in other people's wives?

The most he can do is read the Xiao Huang Shu.

Ye Wuyou felt a little emotional. He suddenly discovered that all the magical powers he had mastered did not require the use of spells.

Whether it's the sword causing wind and thunder, burning blood, or the man in the brocade robe's magical ability to sacrifice his own blood first when encountering an enemy.

They all have one thing in common.

Instant.

The ground behind him suddenly rippled, and then a dark figure sprang out from it. The sharp knife with energy was already slashing towards Ye Wuyou's head,

The murderous intention is strong.

The giant blue hand held the man's head and twisted it gently like a faucet.

The third.

Ye Wuyou did not turn around to look, but walked out of the alley.

[Kill, kill, kill, these ignorant mortals dare to take action against you, have they forgotten their origins! You created them with your own hands and gave them everything. Now you can only punish them and deprive them of everything.]

[You are gradually becoming murderous. On the wall three hundred meters to the right in front of you, there is a person ambushing you secretly. On the eaves on the left, there is...]

Suddenly, the directions of the people around him appeared in his ears.

Damn it, is it open?

Ye Wuyou stood on the street and did not walk any further.

Perhaps the previous methods were too terrifying. In just a few minutes, the three practitioners died cleanly, which made some people lose their thoughts.

And not many people rushed to Fancheng today.

"Aren't there four realms?" Ye Wuyou was confused.

No, it's not that there are no middle three realms, it's just that there may not be any in Fancheng at the moment. Maybe they were afraid of Lu Qingshan before and haven't come yet.

He didn't forget to remember that he was almost killed by a spell.

There is no threat to him below the third level. If a practitioner of the third level really fights for his life, he will be a little afraid, but he never gives the other party a chance to take action.

Only in the middle three realms, the Dharma appears, the Gang Qi protects the body, and the soul is in the body while walking in the air.

Even if the opponent's protection is broken by luck, the soul in the third realm will still be there, unless the soul and body are annihilated in an instant.

The ghost's ghost hand can indeed restrain the soul, but the distance is limited. If you allow yourself to be in the dark and set up an ambush to sneak attack on a person in the middle three realms from beginning to end, it will be difficult, but not impossible.

But since I am the one in the open, I am very passive.

Ye Wuyou stood there and waited for a while, and when he saw that no one was taking action, he turned around and left.

Killing is not his purpose, but a means to stop killing.

Moreover, he has not forgotten that there is a great demon from the Four Realms in this city.

That is the more terrifying thing.

Young Master Tang Sansan watched from a distance, not knowing what to think.

But in the end, he stood up.

"Are you sure you want to go? I take back what I said before, this guy is a bit fierce."

"Go and try? You won't die anyway."

"That's what you said, okay."

The man in black robe chuckled and followed suit.

Ye Wuyou, who had just walked a few steps, paused and turned slightly to the side. A few strands of silver needles flew past his body and landed on the wall beside him.

There was a sizzling sound of corrosion.

"Hey, how do you sense my move that has no murderous intent and no energy?"

Tang Thirty-san's voice came from all around, but it was very empty and could not be located by the sound.

The narrator can sense...

Of course Ye Wuyou would not answer. He just glanced at the corroded wall, then looked at the silver needle, and spoke almost subconsciously.

"Tang Sect?"

"...How do you know?" The voices around were a little surprised.

I just said it casually, there really is a Tang Sect?

"Because Tang Sect disciples are best at using poison."

As soon as Ye Wuyou said it, before Tang Sanshisan replied, a black-robed man on the street laughed very heartily.

"Hahaha, I said you Tang Sect! Hahaha."

No one knew when the black-robed man stood there.

The black-robed man smiled lightly, and did not rush to take action. Instead, he bowed lightly to Ye Wuyou.

"I am..."

Ye Wuyou automatically ignored his self-introduction and looked at a pale but beautiful woman to the side.

The next second, the woman actually rushed towards him directly.

Ye Wuyou did not hesitate at all, and directly drew his sword and chopped at the other party.

The sword rises with wind and thunder!

He did not use the ghost.

The strange power should not be used after all. Ye Wuyou did not want to become a mute girl or a footless man.

"What a sharp knife, but this kind of technique of squeezing the acupoints to mobilize the qi will obviously not be used many times." The black-robed man looked solemn, but he was not surprised.

The blade did not split the opponent in two unexpectedly.

Instead, there was a sound of metal hammering.

The knife passed by, tearing the woman's clothes to pieces, but what was exposed under the moonlight was not skin, but a body of gold and copper.

Despite this, the woman's body was also left with a very deep scar from the shoulder blade to the waist and abdomen.

At the same time, the black-robed man also took action, and he seemed to have been preparing for a long time.

Ye Wuyou was slightly startled, and then stood in place, the saber in his hand slipped, and did not move.

"Okay, Tang Sanshisan, this guy has fallen into my illusion, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do? He cut my lover like this with that knife, it's already a way to kill him!"

"Haha, your words are as disgusting as your ancestors, but if you kill him, remember to give me half of the benefits your sect will give you."

"No problem."

The woman followed Tang Sanshisan's control and walked towards Ye Wuyou's body.

Although the two said this, they were obviously very careful.

This is the good thing about the Tang Sect. You don't have to face the enemy head-on, the puppets are his combat power.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

Ten meters.

The woman slowly stretched out her hand, and a sharp blade emerged from it.

At the same time, countless blue ghost hands that ordinary people cannot see filled the surroundings.

They climbed up the woman's body everywhere.