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Chapter 107

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Silver Moon Villa.

Yan Zhaoyang was surrounded by more than a hundred corpses. Hundreds of experts from the Judicial Department had besieged him, but they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. It was ironic because the Judicial Department was established by the Martial Emperor himself and was known as the most powerful official office in the imperial court.

He was a cultivator who had climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. To him, killing was as easy as breathing. The weaknesses of the human body, which were fatal, which places could make people immobile, which places had the weakest protection, and which places could prevent the condensation of Primordial Qi, were all like a well-practiced secret book engraved in his mind.

As mentioned earlier, his real name was awakened while he was killing. A person's real name was more or less related to their nature. It was a strange phenomenon that only they could understand.

Yan Chaoyang's awakening of his real name made killing an instinct for him. Without a first-grade cultivation, there was no place to stand within five feet of him, let alone touch him.

"Stand down." Li Yong's words made the experts from the Judicial Department feel as if they had been pardoned.

"Mr. Second has a strong heart. Even though his master has met with misfortune, he can still remain calm."

Li Yong sneered, "Oh, forgive this Seat for being presumptuous, but it seems that the Yan Mountain bandits can't escape the struggle for power and position. You must know that this is the beginning of destruction, and those who escape this fate, how can the heavens not hate them? Sooner or later, a bolt of lightning will strike down. It's only natural that his soul will be destroyed. "

Yan Chaoyang's eyes were as cold as water, without a ripple in an ancient well. He was completely unmoved.

The so-called psychological attack required one to grasp the opponent's weakness. If not, one would be treated as a jumping and screaming clown.

What was the weakness of such a man? What was his reverse scale? What would happen after touching it?

Humans were like this. You could never empathize with another person's pain. How could you understand a stranger's thoughts if you didn't understand him wholeheartedly?

Those who were naturally sensitive and good at grasping people's weaknesses were experts. Master Chang Pu, the author of the Feast of Ghosts and Deities, was one of them.

However, although Li Yong was a little scheming, his cultivation was not the least bit careless. Moreover, he also had a strong heart.

"Look! Such a perfect man should not be just a robber. His heart is beating slowly, and his breath is faintly discernible. What a beautiful music it is. I can hear the souls of the dead singing. The original spirit in my body is also stirring. "

Specks of transparent white light gushed out from Li Yong's body like a mountain torrent bursting through a dam. Like an unbridled fairy holding a grand banquet, the temperature within a radius of several miles plummeted, as if they had fallen into a deep dark cave. That kind of coldness that pierced straight into one's soul made one feel as if they had been possessed by the souls of the dead, causing one to feel both disgusted and fearful.

How could his subordinates dare to show disgust? He had no choice but to disperse the other half of his fear. His whole face looked contorted, and he kept backing away from them. Looking at them from a distance, the other half of his fake fear looked particularly comical.

Of course, this was not a stage, and there was no continuous drama of "emperors, generals, and ministers". It was just a contest between cultivators, solemn and solemn, but not dignified.

His sword was in high spirits.

It was as if thousands of strands of energy were emitted from the Crooked Serpent Sword. That kind of cold and tyrannical aura was truly amazing.

Then, countless strands of energy condensed in front of Li Yong, forming an invisible shadow. It was like a giant snake holding its head high and hissing. As the Crooked Serpent Sword stabbed forward, the giant snake pounced forward, hissing and hissing. It felt like a giant snake, but it seemed like it had countless tails. It was like a moving snake fortress.

Yan Chaoyang's body surged with deep blue electric flames, like a thunder god descending to the world. The surrounding air was suddenly supported by the emergence of energy, forming a circular aura field. The wave-like airflow was pushed outwards layer by layer, like ripples in the void. The night was like water, overturning rivers and overturning seas.

Countless energy spun rapidly on the aura field, creating sizzling electric arcs from the friction.

He had used this move against Su Yu before. It was called the "Ten Directions Heavenly Thunder Prison", and it was a consummate skill of the "Li Shan Divine Arts". Not only could it defend against the opponent's attack, it could also spontaneously counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, the giant snake crashed into him.

It was like the collision of water and fire, like the explosion of a pot of boiling oil.

In that instant, the earth seemed to tremble under an indescribable force. The circular aura field throbbed like a beating heart. The thunder and fire exploded like a dragon, and the phantom of a humanoid monster wearing armor appeared in the center.

"Awooo!"

The phantom raised its head and roared. The aura field suddenly swelled, and the giant snake's phantom was like snow under the sun, completely annihilated.

The aftershocks did not stop, transforming into a tide of energy that returned. Li Yong's expression changed. He could only use the Crooked Serpent Sword to block. With a muffled groan, he was involuntarily pushed back several zhang. His face was slightly pale, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Mister Second's supreme skill is truly astonishing. I've never seen or heard of it before." Li Yong's eyes were sharp, searching for a flaw in Yan Chaoyang's defense.

Without a word, Yan Chaoyang suddenly threw out the Dragon Soul Spear. His body followed the Dragon Soul Spear, transforming into a streak of light. He quickly and fiercely charged in the direction of Yan Ping Gate. No one dared to stop him. No one dared to stop him. No one could.

Li Yong thoughtfully looked at his back. After a while, he sneered and chased after him again.



Lan Yu, Judicial Department Commander Tong Zhi, Fourth Rank, Second Rank Martial Artist.

Simple information about the person in front of him flashed through his mind. Under normal circumstances, he had no chance of winning.

If he released the Power of Death and Resentment, it would be no different from courting death. But courting death was better than waiting for death. He had never been a person who waited for death. Even if the flame was only the size of a finger, he had to make it bloom completely before it could be extinguished.

He slowly adjusted his breathing and concentrated. The noise of the pursuers suddenly stopped, and the night wind became clear, as if it was telling him something. The roof tiles under his feet and the dark green moss on them seemed to have come to life. Innumerable rustling sounds flowed into his mind like a flood.

Everything had a sound, and it lived because of the heart. This was the Sword Heart.

The Sword Heart was a mysterious and unpredictable state.

No one knew what would happen when one sank into that state.

In the chaotic world, the [Green Lotus Heart Cleansing] appeared without operating, revolving around the Sword Heart.

However, at this moment, a dark night eagle's cry exploded in his ears like thunder. The big sword formed by the Sword Heart suddenly collapsed, the green lotus and the heart cleansing disappeared together, and the chaotic world returned to chaos. The noise of the pursuers drilled into his ears again, and the night wind's soft sigh also became inaudible.

All things had a sound, and the most taboo was to break through. The power of the backlash suddenly spread through his body, and he felt that every nerve in his body was crushed. The sharp pain almost forced him to scream, but he forcibly held it back. Blood oozed out of his seven apertures, and he looked extremely miserable.

He didn't know where this beast came from, but it actually cried out at this critical moment. It was really annoying.

Lan Yu laughed mischievously, and stretched out his elbow. He saw a black shadow fall down like lightning, and when it landed, it circled twice, and steadily landed on his elbow. It was a big vulture, with a sharp beak, and a pair of eyes filled with bloodthirst and fierceness, staring fiercely at Yan Li.

"I picked it up in my early years, and it followed me for more than ten years, so it is very sensitive to danger. Just now, you must have used some powerful secret. Rumor has it that you killed the first successor of the Xiao Clan at Mount Kunyuan. I didn't believe it, but now it seems that I have no choice but to believe it. You must be hiding some secret, and I don't know if you can share it with me. If I am satisfied, maybe I can turn a blind eye and let you go."

The look in Lan Yu's eyes gradually became greedy.

Yan Li smiled slightly, and said, "Embezzling a secret to make oneself inflated, continuously and persistently, thus becoming tall and big. I think that the experts on the Asura List must have done this, otherwise, how could they be so 'tall and big'? And this vulture, disturbing people's peace in the middle of the night, it is really not a good bird. The secret is not important, the important thing is to satisfy one's heart and be happy. If Lord Lan breaks this beast's neck, I will tell you the secret. "

Sometimes, he would compromise, give up his dignity, and crawl on the ground, if the situation dictated it. Sometimes, he wouldn't, and his sharp and unkind words would also be used as a weapon, ruthlessly stabbing people's hearts.

The vulture seemed to be psychic, hearing this, its gaze became even more fierce, and restless.

"It seems that you are indifferent to my sincerity." Lan Yu gently stroked the vulture's wings, "Maybe I can find something from your corpse, and then my children will eat you until nothing is left."

Before he finished speaking, the vulture turned into a gray bolt of lightning, and pounced towards Yan Li.

Its sharp beak was like a holy sword forged from lightning, no matter what kind of hard object it was, it would be torn to pieces.

The naked eye could no longer capture it, so Yan Li simply closed his eyes, making himself blend into the darkness, as if he was in a boundless plain, but there was not a single blade of grass, and he relied entirely on the flowing wind to determine the direction of the lightning.

A straight trajectory appeared in his mind. Without thinking, Yan Li raised his left hand, the hilt of Li Ya's sword pierced through the void, and with a dull thud, it accurately hit the vulture's beak.

The vulture let out a cry of pain, and made a turn, spreading its large wings, and flew straight up, the red light in its eyes faintly glowing. When it reached a certain height, it coiled around, and fell straight down, swinging its large wings midway, the angle was magically tilted, and it actually aimed at Yan Li's head again.

This time, its speed truly reached the level of lightning.

"In the end, it is still a beast."

Yan Li sneered, and with a clang, he pulled out his sword, and slashed through the trajectory that he had already calculated.

The vulture was cut in half, its gray feathers fluttering like withered petals, symbolizing death.

"You really deserve to die a thousand times!"

The sound of Lan Yu gnashing his teeth came from behind, and he only felt a heavy blow on his back. His body involuntarily fell forward, falling on the grayish-black roof tiles, and rolling down.

He flipped over and landed in the alley between the houses, and along the way, he could not help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.

His internal organs felt like they were on fire, and he forced himself to stand up, facing Lan Yu who had jumped down, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "I actually did not know that this annoying bird was born by you, otherwise, I would not have been so ruthless. It is just that the thing you gave birth to is different from the others, how should I evaluate it? Don't tell me that in the future, when people talk about it, they will say that I killed a living bird? "

"If I do not crush your bones and scatter your ashes, it will not be enough to appease my anger." Lan Yu gnashed his teeth, he did not expect that Yan Li would rather risk being killed by him to kill the vulture first. Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly paused, because a black-clothed man was standing in front of Yan Li out of nowhere.

"Do you know that right now you are like a broken doll, the parts on your body are like a clown pieced together from different places."

The black-clothed man's back was facing Yan Li, and it was unknown whether he was mocking or mocking him. "When has it not been like this, when has it been reassuring, when has it been that you can love yourself? As your brothers, we really worry our hearts out, but it cannot be exchanged for your self-love. Could it be that you have a penchant for masochism, that is why you are always covered in cuts and bruises? Let me make it clear first, if you are only trying to gain cheap sympathy, then I am truly sorry, I do not have that much sympathy. "

Yan Li smiled faintly, and said, "I did not ask you to come."

"Who are you? Yan Li's accomplice? Then you must be Yanshan Robber? "Lan Yu was shocked by the person's silent appearance, and he somewhat regained his composure.

The black-clothed man was wearing a mask. The mask was pure black, and there were only three white slits where the eyes and the mouth should be, making him look like a ghost.

Of course, he was not a ghost, there was also a sword at his waist, the sword named Absolute Life.

Absolute Life's sword was bright blue, as long as it was held in the hands of the person who should be holding it, it would be more dazzling than the sun in the dark night.

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