Although he knew that the assassin might be up to something, Zhao Yun couldn't help but lower his head to take a look. He wanted to see what kind of tricks the assassin could come up with. Night fell, and the crescent moon quietly crept up. With the help of the faint moonlight, Zhao Yun discovered that the silver needles scattered on the ground were covered with a milky white halo, and they were trembling non-stop.
There seemed to be a pair of eyes behind Zhao Yun's back. He brandished his sword and blocked Yin Twenty-Three's sharp sword aura attack that was aimed at his neck. He laughed and said, "Creating a diversion. How dare you embarrass yourself with such a small trick."
Before his laughter stopped, there was a loud buzzing sound. More than a dozen gusts of wind whistled from the ground around Zhao Yun, attacking Zhao Yun from all directions. Zhao Yun hurriedly swung his sword to meet the attack, so he couldn't care less. With a clang, the Mighty Fighting Divine Sword collided with the gusts of wind, producing intense sparks. Suddenly, he felt a piercing pain on his back. One of the gusts of wind had brushed past him.
This pain came suddenly, as if a large pair of scissors had been used to cut his heart and liver. The soul-tearing and bone-eroding feeling caught Zhao Yun off guard. It was as if a thousand silver needles had pierced him at the same time. He suddenly quivered, and his right hand that was holding the sword loosened. He almost threw the sword to the ground.
He endured the immense pain, and when he focused his eyes, he realized that what surrounded him weren't silver needles, but a group of giant flying ants that were as large as fists. They were flapping their wings, waiting for an opportunity to bite him.
Yin Twenty-Three laughed complacently. "Little thing, aren't you afraid of spraining your tender waist by bragging? How did you enjoy the 'God Slaying Ant Needles'? It's better for you to stop struggling. This treasure of mine is invulnerable to weapons, water, and fire. Even the Daluo Golden Immortals can't do anything to it. Just obediently accept your death! " His hands were not idle either. Golden Sword Qi shot out continuously. "Take the enemy's life when they're down" had always been the natural law of the Hidden Slaughter Road.
While they were speaking, Zhao Yun had already used the Mighty Battle Divine Sword to slash at the massive body of a God Extermination Ant. Sure enough, it was just as the assassin had said. The ant didn't dodge and swaggered to receive the Divine Sword's scratching. Only the sound of metal clashing was left behind, and it was actually completely unharmed. It flapped its wings and continued to pounce towards Zhao Yun's face.
At this moment, the situation was extremely disadvantageous for Zhao Yun. On one hand, the God Slaying Ants that didn't know pain were constantly attacking. On the other hand, Hidden Twenty-Three was waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. On the other hand, the pain on her back was gradually penetrating into her bones. The internal and external attacks caused Zhao Yun to fall into an extremely passive situation. He tried to roll and dodge, but the flying ants were like maggots attached to bones. They refused to disperse and followed closely behind him.
One had to know that the Mighty Battle Divine Sword was an artifact that could cut through iron like mud. Now, it couldn't even cut through a small ant. It was no wonder that a small ant dared to be called "God Slaying". These flying ants were originally a primitive species. They were born from fine gold and copper rocks. Their entire body's muscles and bones were tough. Although there was no poison when they bit, the sharp teeth of the ants could reach the bone marrow and invade one's consciousness. In addition to their tireless attacks, they wouldn't stop until they were dead. Therefore, even a Daluo Golden Immortal wouldn't be able to escape from their poisonous claws if they weren't careful.
Zhao Yun was in a very sorry state. He was badly battered by the God Slaying Ants and still had to deal with Hidden Twenty-Three's sneak attack. He was truly anxious. The two moves of the Green Lotus Sword Technique that he had learned weren't suitable to solve his current predicament. "The Yellow River Flows from the Heavens" required him to throw the sword into the sky. If he had the time to do so, the ants would have bitten him until he was crippled. "The Peach Blossom Pond Is a Thousand Feet Deep" was a sword move that faced the enemy head-on. Once he used this move, although he could block a million soldiers head-on, his defenseless back would be ravaged by the ants. He could only randomly wave the Mighty Battle Divine Sword and use the acrobatic skills of the secular world to save his face and back. It made him tired from running around. Hidden Twenty-Three, who was watching from the side, laughed complacently.
If Ling Ye Lai was also on the field and saw Zhao Yun being tortured so miserably, he would definitely scold him for being an "idiot". If the Green Lotus Sword Technique was so inflexible and obedient, it wouldn't be called a peerless sword technique at the peak of the Dao Realm. In fact, Zhao Yun had little experience in actual combat. It was also his first time using the Green Lotus Sword Technique. Previously, he was lucky enough to accidentally break through Hidden Twenty-Three's Invisibility Technique. In terms of proficiency, he was still far from it.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yun's situation became even more dangerous. The Flying Ant wasn't easy to deal with. Taking advantage of Zhao Yun's mental and physical exhaustion, it bit Zhao Yun's left shoulder. It was so painful that Zhao Yun lost one of his three souls and five of his six physical souls ran away. His left shoulder immediately lost strength and half of his body drooped.
Speaking of which, it was strange. In the past, there would always be people passing by from time to time. Logically speaking, someone should have discovered that Zhao Yun had been entangled with the assassin for so long.
This was the Lingyun Temple! It was known as the number one sect in the world. How could it allow an assassin to come and go as he pleased? However, not a single person discovered the abnormality. It was as if they were intentionally avoiding the assassin and opening the door for the assassin.
The sky was getting darker and darker. Other than the buzzing of the ants and the strange laughter of the assassin, there was only Zhao Yun's heavy and bitter breathing. After all, he was using brute force to wield his sword. No matter how great his strength was, he would still get tired after a long time. Large droplets of sweat dripped down, completely drenching his clothes. The two needle bite marks on the back of his shoulder constantly provoked his divine sense, causing his strength to gradually dissipate.
After a bitter battle, Zhao Yun's left calf was bitten as well. She couldn't help but kneel on one knee on the grass. Yin Twenty-Three's eyes above his mask squinted and were filled with evil mockery. He was like a large cat playing with a mouse as he covered Zhao Yun with his shadow.
Yin Twenty-Three wouldn't have gotten so carried away. He was even unwilling to accept this mission in the beginning. If it wasn't for the huge reward, he wouldn't even look at such an ant. He was King Yin's direct disciple! However, he didn't expect that his perfect and flawless concealment technique, which he was so proud of, would be seen through by this rookie. This was intolerable. He was already beyond angry. This was also the reason why he didn't use any other treasures and only used the "God Slaying Ant Needle". He must let this little thing be bitten by the flying ants. Only then would he be satisfied.
Zhao Yun half squatted on the ground. While wielding his sword with one hand, he used his gaze to guard against Yin Twenty-Three's light sword attack. He swore in his heart: This time, I definitely won't let myself be trampled on wantonly.
Young man, why did you learn the sword? Let me be wild in the martial arts world! I, Zhao Yun, must use my sword to defeat all those who bullied me. I must make them pay with their blood. I will never back down again!
Hearing the assassin's complacent laughter, Zhao Yun's mind flashed and thought of the only way to resolve this crisis. Since these flying ants had been surrounding him and biting him instead of attacking the assassin, it meant that these ants were under the command of the assassin. If he killed the assassin, the ant formation would naturally collapse.
He had heard his master mention before that most life-type treasures were controlled by the master's essence. Once the master died, the treasures would immediately lose their effectiveness or even be taken away by others. This was why there were a large number of scum in Immortal Grove who relied on "killing others and seizing treasures" to become masters.
Of course, there was another possibility. That was, this assassin might have something on him that would let the flying ants know that he was a friend and not an enemy, so they wouldn't attack blindly. In this situation, even if Zhao Yun killed this assassin, the ants would still attack relentlessly. Therefore, it would be difficult for Zhao Yun to escape death.
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