Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

The alley is very narrow.

The soldiers spread out a little, and they blocked all avenues of escape.

At this point, everything was under control.

Qin Yunhai slowly stopped, looking ahead, his gaze falling on the young man's naturally hanging hands.

Those were clean, delicate hands, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, showing no obvious signs of martial arts training.

More importantly, the other side had no weapons.

Foxes are masters of deception.

Whether it's the sleepy look or the harmless demeanor, it's all about showing weakness to the enemy and making people lower their guard.

After that comes sweet talk that can leave people completely bewildered.

Pity.

This stupid fox still hasn't figured out the situation.

I'm here to kill, not to do business.

What the other side should be doing now is to adjust their mindset, gather everything they can, and make a final, desperate attempt, instead of playing some ridiculous little tricks here.

That way, one can die with a little more dignity.

"..."

Qin Yunhai glanced sideways at the several tall and muscular figures beside him.

Since the young master was a child, he had been leading these eight people to solve problems for the other party.

Over the years, I don't know how many lives I've taken.

Of course, in return.

Master has indeed taught me everything he knows over the years; not only himself, but the eight people behind him are all the strongest disciples in the martial arts school.

Now that Zhang Ci has died a violent death, this tedious affair should finally come to an end.

As long as we do this well.

After this is over, perhaps I can try to get a job as a Purple Dragon Constable at the yamen?

Qin Yunhai gathered his thoughts.

The thin man lowered his eyes again, rubbed his temples, and said casually:

"Kill him."

Boom! Boom!

A sudden clap of thunder in the sky, like a harbinger of a downpour, drowned out the hurried footsteps that had suddenly sped up in the alley.

The ensuing lightning bolts tore through the dark night like sharp swords.

It illuminated the long swords gleaming coldly in the alley!

This group of people were not ordinary martial arts school disciples at all, but a group of well-trained assassins deliberately trained by Zhang Zhongping to deal with dirty business.

As the saying goes, enemies meeting are bound to be extremely hostile.

Zhao Peng took the lead, his muscles bulging. His experience of practicing martial arts since childhood meant that every step he took created a gust of wind!

His cracked skin and torn mouth made his entire face look ugly and ferocious.

"Who will protect you now?!"

"..."

Lin Shu stood rooted to the spot, her pupils reflecting several shadows that looked like tigers pouncing.

The young man finally dropped his polite smile.

Instead, a fierce glint of excitement and greed shone in his eyes.

His spiritual energy surged restlessly into his arms, and wisps of black energy wrapped around his ten fingers.

The next moment, an unprecedented burst of power was revealed within that frail, scholar-like body.

Lin Shu formed his fingers into claws and swung his arm fiercely.

It was so fast that even the black mist between his fingers was dragged into long streams of flame!

scoff-

The dull thud of tearing cloth echoed through the alley.

Warm blood mixed with entrails splattered out, splashing onto the dim shadow that leaped high on the wall, only to be cut off in the middle.

"..."

The crowd suddenly stopped, staring at the corpse torn in two at their feet.

The smell of blood assaulted my nostrils.

They had seen many dead people, but such a gruesome death still made their hearts beat faster instinctively.

In the instant these warriors were stunned, the ferocious predator transformed into the lone young man opposite them.

It's like a tiger entering a flock of sheep!

Lin Shu crashed headfirst into the wall of people.

"Kill him!!"

Compared to Senior Brother Qin's somewhat dull tone earlier, everyone shouted the same sentence, but it was filled with an unconcealable panic.

Their bodies, honed from childhood, are tougher than cowhide, and their bones are so hard they can split stone.

But in front of that palm shrouded in black energy, everyone was like a mushy pork hock that had been stewed over a high fire, crumbling at the touch and melting at the squeeze.

"call."

Lin Shu had never practiced martial arts and couldn't understand the techniques these people used when wielding their swords.

But he's very good at fighting.

At a glance, one can tell whose long sword will fall on them the fastest, and who is blocked by their companion's body, unable to exert their strength.

This determines the order of priority.

Click!

Lin Shu raised her hand and suddenly snapped a piece of his throat bone.

Crimson blood splattered everywhere, adding several bloodstains to his fair and handsome face, and a murderous intent appeared in his clear eyes.

He swung his arm again, and the black energy surged, shattering the steel blade that was slashing down from the side.

He clenched his fist and slammed it into the man's chest, sending him flying.

Take another life!

With his long robe fluttering, the young man moved effortlessly through the crowd.

One after another, figures fell to the ground.

Until the alley became wide again.

"Ha!"

The remaining martial arts school disciples' faces contorted, their eyes wide, looking down in disbelief.

Lin Shu exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly withdrew her hand from the other person's chest.

The disciple's eyes gradually darkened, and his tall body twitched slightly as he leaned back.

He fell headfirst to the ground with a thud, revealing a thin man not far behind him.

Tick, tick.

Although there was lightning and thunder just now, it wasn't the sound of rain.

Lin Shu stood with his hands at his sides, the black energy spreading from his palms to his elbows, leaping like flames.

Thick blood plasma dripped from between his fingers, soaking the muddy ground.

It added a touch of vibrancy to the thick, inky fog.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Something on your mind?" Lin Shu stepped over the corpse and looked across at the other side.

"..."

Qin Yunhai stared expressionlessly at the young man not far away.

The whole process was incredibly fast.

Before he could snap out of his pleasant reverie about the future, the other person had already walked up to him.

Therefore, the thin man was not calm and composed, but rather unsure of how to react to this situation.

Qin Yunhai tried to regulate his disordered breathing.

He slowly bent down and placed the long sword in his hand on the ground.

Then he stood up, facing the young man directly, and slowly took two steps back.

Though they remained silent, their attitude was made clear.

He had already discerned the other party's identity: a wolf in sheep's clothing... This was a cultivator, similar to Tian Jingyuan in the past, only his cultivation was insufficient, and he was temporarily staying at the Magpie's Nest.

Faced with this scene.

Lin Shu glanced at the corpses at her feet, and after a moment, exhaled a breath of hot air: "Since we're already here..."

He looked up, grinned, and his neat, white teeth flashed with a chilling glint: "So you're not leaving?"

Upon hearing this...

Qin Yunhai's expression shifted between light and dark as he pursed his dry lips.

He had previously witnessed his master and Tian Jingyuan fight, and in the end, his master had a slight advantage.

This shows that a martial artist's internal energy can harm a cultivator.

With his internal energy fully developed, he was only one step away from becoming a Grand Martial Master, so he might not be without a chance of winning.

The reason he put down his knife, besides showing weakness, was that Qin Yunhai had been practicing boxing since childhood.

His body surged with energy, flowing through his meridians into his arms. Beneath his calm exterior, he was already prepared to fight to the death!

"You forced me to do this!"

As the young man drew closer, a savage glint finally appeared in the gaunt man's eyes.

He let out a hoarse growl, took a lunge forward, and threw the most ferocious punch of his life.

All his internal energy was concentrated in his fist, roaring as if to tear apart the frail body before him.

But soon, Qin Yunhai realized something was wrong.

The black aura was as cold as ice, seemingly freezing his skin and veins, slowing his punches down considerably.

She was even able to have her wrist easily grabbed by the other party.

Qin Yunhai looked up in horror.

What came into view were the young man's indifferent gaze looking down at you, and the slightly cruel curve of his lips.

puff!

A fierce chop, accompanied by surging black mist, cleanly and swiftly sliced ​​across Qin Yunhai's neck.

Amidst the rain of blood, the head rolled and tumbled through the streets.