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"Go to hell!" Another man in black shouted as he raised his blade and charged over, aiming it at Dongfang Zichao's head and chopping down right on top of it.

Just as the blade was about to hit Dongfang Zichao's forehead, the latter's figure flashed and he suddenly disappeared from the sight of the black clothed man. Before he could understand what was going on, he heard a cry of shock from the surroundings.

"Be careful ?" The leader of the group warned, but before he could finish his sentence, Dongfang call's fist had already landed on the black clothed man's temple.

There were no screams, the black clothed man's head was like a crushed watermelon, immediately breaking apart, the inside of his head was red, and white blood splashed all over the ground.

"Ah!" When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but cry out in fear. It was hard to imagine that this thin and weak looking man who wasn't tall enough would be able to shatter a person's head with a single punch.

The leader standing at the back was secretly fearful. He was very clear that none of the people he brought would be a match for this man. Thinking of this, his eyes darkened as he gestured to the subordinate beside him.

Seeing this, everyone understood. One of the men in black who was closest to Dongfang Zi suddenly took out a few hidden weapons from his waist and shouted: "Go f * cking die." After he finished speaking, he shot towards Dongfang Zi's face and chest.

The sound of a concealed weapon piercing through the air rang out.

Dong Fang Zhirong's head jerked to the side as he miraculously dodged the concealed weapon. However, it was a highly toxic concealed weapon and he was still able to dodge it at such a close distance. This ? This was too terrifying!

In fact, avoiding hidden weapons was an incredible thing in front of these ordinary killers, but it was not impossible for the masters of the martial world. In addition to this, there was also the need to have extraordinary agility and reaction speed. In addition, there was also the most important thing, which was experience, dodging a step earlier, the other party would change the direction of the shot, dodging a step later, he would be hit by the hidden weapon, and he had to master the timing of dodging perfectly. Although it was simple, not many people could actually do it, but Dongfang Summon just happened to be able to do it.

Yun Weiyang, who was hiding in the back, secretly admired Dongfang Zichao's outstanding martial arts and quick reaction speed. If not for their contact, she would not have known that this seemingly gentle and gentle man would have such a vicious side to him. Not only was Dongfang Zi's martial arts powerful, it was overall, and even if he did not use his sword, his level of martial arts would not have been affected.

It was only a split-second before the men in black took out their hidden weapons and launched at Dongfang Zi.

The dense mass of concealed weapons let out a "pu" sound in the air. Puff! "Pfft!" Dong Fang Zi Ling's body was like a spinning top, spinning non-stop in the forest, like a ghost, swaying left and right.

When the fifth wave of the concealed weapon was released by the lanky man, Dong Fang Zhirong had already rushed in front of him. With a shake of his hands, a white sword appeared in his hands, and then, he waved his left hand as the silver sword drew a silver arc in the air, flashing in front of the lanky man.

Pow! The concealed weapon in the tall, skinny man's hand fell to the ground, along with one of his own.

AHH!

He wanted to retreat, but unfortunately, his speed was far inferior to Dongfang Zi's.

Dong Fang Zhirong dashed in front of him, his two arms extended forward as the long sword in his hand pierced into the thin man's shoulders like lightning. The lanky man screamed again and fell to the ground on his back. Dong Fang Zhirong did not let go of him. His sword was still deeply embedded in his body.

Hearing the heart-wrenching howl of the tall and skinny man, his gentle eyes narrowed as the corners of his mouth curled up, even though no one else could see it.

"Let him go!" The crowd could not watch any longer and raised their blades to charge forward. Dong Fang Zhirong suddenly raised his head and looked at everyone with eyes like lightning. At the same time, he increased the force in his hand and slowly slashed his sword downwards.

The sword was abnormally sharp. From the tall, skinny man's shoulder, it was cut down by about three inches. The pain from the cold blade slicing through one's flesh was not something one could endure.

"Those who aren't afraid of death can come and try!" Dong Fang Zhirong's voice was still as gentle as before, but his eyes were like serpents as he looked at the crowd and said happily.

"You ? "Don't kill him ?" The leader could no longer bear to watch any longer. He waved his hand as he retreated.

"Haha ?" Dongfang Zi smiled gently, "You really are a coward!" With that, he shook his arm and slashed apart the tall and skinny man's body.

The tall and skinny man didn't utter a word as he died on the spot.

Dongfang Zizhao stood up, blood still dripping from his mask. He smiled lightly, "Today, none of you should even think about going back alive!" With that, he waved his sword and charged towards everyone.

Even though there were more than ten people fighting Dongfang Zi, they had no way of fighting back. The whole scene was like a landslide: Dongfang Zi's sword was as fast as lightning, and these black clothed men didn't even have time to see how he had done it before they were struck by the fatal blow, falling into a pool of blood.

Every time a silver light flashed, there would always be a spurt of blood. Dong Fang Zi Cai was like a demon with red eyes, killing anyone he saw. In the forest, screams could be heard from time to time, and the pungent smell of blood made people nauseous.

In less than a minute, all the men in black had died, leaving the leader alone. He held onto the tree trunk, his hand holding onto his sabre trembling violently as he watched his men fall one by one under Dongfang Zi's sword light.

He had never seen anyone so skilled, nor had he ever seen a person who seemed so gentle and gentle to be so ruthless and merciless, to be able to kill without blinking an eye. His mind was a little fuzzy, and when he thought of how this devilish man treated his men so viciously, he could not suppress the fear in his heart. Seeing Dongfang Zi Ling approaching him step by step, he fearfully said, "Don't, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Dong Fang Zhirong took a step back when he was blocked by a tree. In the eyes of the leader, this gentle man was a beast, a devil. In short, he was not a human.

He slowly turned around and looked at the leader in black. Smiling, he said, "Your mistake was that you shouldn't have tried to assassinate us." After saying that, his gaze turned cold, and his gentle face seemed to be invaded by a tornado. He said coldly, "You shouldn't even work so hard for Xi Yue."

"You, who exactly are you?" The leader exclaimed in shock, "Who the hell is this man?!"

"Who he is is not important!" Standing behind him, Yun Weiyang suddenly opened her mouth, her calm voice containing a tinge of iciness, "The important thing is that you're going to die very soon." She gently said, "Don't worry. You won't be lonely. Your companions are waiting for you on the Road to River Styx." With that, Yun Weiyang straightened her back, and said with a smile: "If you beg us, we might let you go!"

"Alright!" The leader's eyelids drooped slightly as he said in a deep voice, "I, I beg you ?" Then, he quickly leaped towards Dongfang Zi and shouted, "I'll kill you first!" He raised his hand and slashed with the blade, aiming for Fang Zhirong's chest.

"What a fool!" Yun Weiyang laughed, with just the black clad leader's little trick, how could he hope to hide it from them?

Dong Fang Zhirong was not in a hurry as he moved back a bit with a flash. The leader took three more steps forward and slashed three more times in a row.

"Is that all? The person Yue Yue was sent to invite is really disappointing! " While Dong Fang Zhirong dodged, he shook his shoulders helplessly. When the leader in black wanted to raise his saber again, he jumped up from the ground.

He leapt into the air and tapped his toes on the ground. His body refracted unbelievably behind the leader in black.

The leader cursed in his heart. When he turned around to make another move, it was already too late.

As his body fell, Dongfang Zizhao grabbed the head of the leader's hair and pulled his head back, raising it high up into the air. Then, the sword in his other hand circled around the leader's neck, and gently touched it, and with a hissing sound, a gush of blood spurted out from the leader's throat.

Dong Fang Zhiru let go of the leader's hair and chopped off his head with a backhand slash. The series of actions was very neat and smooth.

Dongfang Zi kicked away the headless body that was still standing, then walked up to Yun Weiyang, his gentle voice sounded again, "How is it?"

Yun Weiyang smiled without saying a word, and only gave Dongfang Zi a thumbs up. Seeing this, the latter's gentle face finally had some fluctuations. He rushed towards Yun Weiyang with a smile, and did not say anything!

She had seen everything Dong Fang Zhirong had just done, and it could be said that killing a chicken to set an example for a monkey was the perfect move for Dong Fang Zi to use. If the black-clothed men did not feel fear, then Dong Fang Zhirong would not have been able to easily finish off the black-clothed men, and it was precisely because of this fear that the true abilities of those black-clothed men were not displayed.

Seeing the bleeding wound on Dongfang Zichao's arm, Yun Weiyang's eyes sunk. She tore a piece of cloth from her clothes and started to bandage Dongfang Zichao's wound.

"I'm fine!" To Dong Fang Zhirong, these injuries were nothing, but the person who really needed to be bandaged should be this person in front of him.

"Don't move!" His hands did not stop moving, and in just a short moment, he had already taken care of Dong Fang Zhiru's injured arm.

Dongfang Zi looked at Yun Weiyang's skillful technique, and couldn't hide the shock between his brows. This kind of skillful technique was definitely not something that could be learned in a day and a night, how many people had actually experienced it?

After wrapping up the last piece of cloth, Yun Weiyang calmly explained: "In the past, whenever I was injured, it was handled by myself."