The moment Ling Yun realized that he was being chased by Deepa, he immediately determined that the enemy's strength was above his. He immediately decided to fight at the Shichiyou herb.
Then, as he ran towards the river, he didn't intentionally lower his cultivation level, nor did he intentionally show off his strength. Instead, he ran as fast as he could and as slow as he could. He pretended that he wasn't being followed and easily tricked Deepa.
After Deepa appeared, Ling Yun pretended to be weak. He used his bare fists to dodge Deepa's attacks. This was to deplete Deepa's stamina and also to probe his opponent's strength.
Only when Ling Yun was confident that he would win did he switch from defense to offense. He took out his first weapon, the mystical brush!
Ling Yun used the Tiangang Demon Fist to fight against Deepa's Eagle Claw Technique. This was to deplete Deepa's stamina and internal energy to the maximum. Whether it was his attacks or his movements, they were not as fast as before. Then, he used the mystical brush to break Deepa's Snake Whip three times. Other than his pistol, Deepa had no other weapons to use!
It was only now that Deepa was at his wit's end that Ling Yun unleashed his full strength. With the magical brush in his hand, he used the Dragon Fish Phantom Ability and threw a bunch of flying needles at Deepa, who could no longer move!
This was what it meant to beat a drowning dog! If this was not a sure-kill situation, what was it?
Deepa should not have allowed Ling Yun to fight him near the Shichiyou herb. If he could not kill Ling Yun in a short time, then he would undoubtedly be the one to die!
The pitiful thing was that Deepa did not even know why he had lost. All he could do now was to dodge and dodge the needles that Ling Yun threw at him. He was exhausted and was in a sorry state.
There were hundreds of needles in Ling Yun's leather needle pouch. In the end, he even put away the mystical brush and opened the leather needle pouch in his hand. With a wave of his right hand, more than ten silver needles flew towards Deepa's body!
Although Deepa still had a few bullets in his pistol, he did not have the time to use them. He had already thrown them away. His empty hands danced wildly, occasionally sweeping away a few large needles flying towards his acupuncture points. Occasionally, he would use his palms to chop off a few large needles.
Even so, after Ling Yun had used up more than a hundred needles, Deepa's body was covered with more than ten needles. There were even three needles that pierced his acupuncture points, causing his internal energy to be blocked once again!
Ling Yun's eyes glowed brighter and brighter. His desire to fight grew stronger and stronger. His body was surrounded by a murderous aura. His fingers kept flicking and the needles flew, not giving Deepa a chance to breathe.
He could already tell that Deepa was planning to escape. Hence, after Deepa threw away his gun, he no longer used his Dragon Fish Phantom Ability. Instead, he used his Thousand Miles Godly Steps, which did not require much spiritual energy, to move around continuously. He locked down the direction that Deepa wanted to escape to and secretly absorbed the spiritual energy released by the Shichiyou herb.
As he gained control of the battle, Ling Yun's aura, attacks, and speed became stronger and stronger. Deepa was already at the end of his rope. He did not even have the strength to escape.
Ling Yun had completely turned the tides of the battle. Deepa had tried to escape after knowing that he had lost the upper hand, but Ling Yun did not let him.
Ling Yun's body was now filled with spiritual energy. His Thousand Miles Godly Steps was faster than Deepa's full leap. Furthermore, he had the flying needles.
No matter which direction Deepa fled in, Ling Yun would always be able to use his Dragon Fish Phantom Ability to appear in the direction Deepa wanted to escape to. With a flick of his hand, he would throw one or two large needles at Deepa to stop him from leaping!
If Ling Yun allowed Deepa to escape, then it would not be a sure-kill situation!
He knew that if Deepa escaped tonight, then he would be in endless danger. Deepa was in the dark while he was in the light. Without the help of the Shichiyou herb, even a hundred of him would have been killed by Deepa!
"It's time to raise my cultivation level!" Ling Yun saw that he had almost used up all his trump cards and had to rely on the Shichiyou herb's spiritual energy. He had also used all his tricks to barely grasp the enemy's fate in his hands. In fact, his heart was in awe.
Deepa's biggest regret was that his Snake Whip had been destroyed by Ling Yun's brush. Otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered with Ling Yun's flying needles. He wouldn't have needed to dodge them at all.
"I've been hunting geese all day, only to be pecked by geese! Am I really going to die in the hands of this eighteen year old?! "
Deepa was not resigned to his fate! He used his palm to sweep away the flying needles as he tried to think of an opportunity to escape.
However, he was panting like a cow and his footsteps were as heavy as lead. Several of his meridians were blocked and he only had the strength to deal with the needles. How could he escape?
Suddenly, Deepa looked towards the small river not far away.
Just as Ling Yun was about to use the two large needles to pinch the needles from the leather needle pouch, Deepa used his palm to deflect the two large needles that were flying towards him. Then, he used all his strength to leap into the river!
This was the first time he had given his entire back to Ling Yun. It did not matter if he was hit by Ling Yun's flying needles. Success or failure depended on this!
If Deepa had met someone else, even Du Gumo, he would have been able to escape with his life. Unfortunately, his opponent was Ling Yun.
Don't forget, Ling Yun was the one who chose the location for the fight. He came here almost every night and knew the environment better than anyone else!
The corners of Ling Yun's mouth curled up into a disdainful smile. His eyes revealed an expression of 'I knew you would do this'. With a light snort, he activated the Dragon Fish Phantom Ability to its maximum. At the same time, the mystical brush was once again in his hands. His tall and strong body instantly appeared behind Deepa!
Small Phaseless Sword Technique!
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk …" Ling Yun was like a shadow. His hands were like lightning. In an instant, he stabbed Deepa's vital points on his back four times!
"Pu …" Deepa, who was in mid-air, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His body, which was pierced by more than twenty needles, was pierced through by Ling Yun!
Three of them were Deepa's weak points. The most fatal one, which was also Ling Yun's last stroke, was pierced through his back!
His heart went cold!
Four small but extremely deep bloody holes instantly sprayed out four arrows of blood. In that instant, Deepa's body seemed to have become a human-shaped water gun. However, what sprayed out from his body was dark red blood!
Deepa didn't even have time to say a word before he turned into a corpse in mid-air. His corpse flew through the air for a short distance before crashing into the river with a loud thud!
Of course, Ling Yun would not be hit by the four arrows of blood. With lightning speed, he did not care about Deepa's corpse anymore. Instead, he leaped into the air and stood next to the Shichiyou herb.
"Hu …" Ling Yun looked at Deepa's corpse. His eyes were emotionless and his face was calm. He only let out a long breath of turbid air.
Ling Yun knew that based on Deepa's strength, he definitely had more money on him than Xuan Qi and the rest combined. However, he could not take it.
Deepa's realm was much higher than Ling Yun's. If he was given a chance to catch his breath, he might be able to escape with his life. He might even be able to deal a fatal blow to Ling Yun. If that was the case, Ling Yun would be at a disadvantage because of his greed. All his previous efforts would be wasted!
Money could be obtained at any time. However, he only had one life. Only a fool would choose money over his life. It was not Ling Yun's style!
Ling Yun absorbed the spiritual energy from the Shichiyou herb and quickly adjusted his breathing. His eyes stared at Deepa's still bleeding corpse. He said calmly, "You are an assassin. Killing is your profession. I don't blame you for coming to kill me! Therefore, don't blame me for being merciless when I kill you! "
Ling Yun only used five to six minutes to absorb the spiritual energy back to its peak. He did not continue to cultivate because he wanted to get rid of Deepa's corpse as soon as possible.
In a flash, Ling Yun appeared beside Deepa. He lifted his hand and pulled off his mask. Deepa was a middle-aged man around forty years old. Other than the bulging temples on both sides of his head, his appearance was ordinary.
He lifted Deepa's stiff corpse with one hand and headed east in the dark of the night. First, he left the city. Then, he used his Thousand Miles Godly Steps to pick a secluded area with no cars or pedestrians. He circled around Qingshui City and arrived at the crater between Dragon Mountain and Nancui Peak from the southern foot of Dragon Mountain.
Ling Yun stopped in a dense forest less than a hundred meters away from the crater. After searching Deepa's body thoroughly, he used his mask to wrap up the items he found. Then, he carried Deepa another sixty meters and casually threw him in the direction of the crater.
Ling Yun watched Deepa's corpse fall into the bottomless crater before returning to the Shichiyou herb with his bag.
He first used soil to cover up the seven to eight bloodstains on Deepa's body. Then, he started to clean up the two hundred needles on the ground.
In order to protect the Shichiyou herb, Ling Yun was extremely cautious. He did not clean up the needles to protect the environment. He was afraid that people would trample on the Shichiyou herb when they ran over to pick up the needles.
Ling Yun did not put any of the needles back into the leather needle bag. Instead, he threw them into the river.
Ling Yun only sat down cross-legged next to the Shichiyou herb at two thirty in the morning. He channeled his Qi and successfully compressed the spiritual energy in his body into his energy center. Only after he had fully absorbed the spiritual energy did he stand up.
At this time, it was almost four in the morning. It was the time when people slept most soundly.
Ling Yun looked down at his tattered clothes and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I've really suffered a great loss this time. Not only did I lose two hundred needles, but I've also lost all my branded clothes!"
With that, Ling Yun tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and leaped across the river. He arrived at the road beside the river and dashed towards the rental house without stopping.
After reaching home in two minutes, Ling Yun leaped into the courtyard and purposely made some noise.
"Who is it?" A coquettish voice asked cautiously.
Ling Yun knew that it was Xiao Meimei. "It's me."
Before he finished his sentence, he had already entered the house. A snow-white fox shadow rushed towards him. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for me at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued.)
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