There was not a drop of sweat on her forehead, not a drop of blood on her body.

This is an art that is unique to her.

——The art of killing.

In other words,

The art of work.

"Six entropies."

"No... don't kill me, don't kill me! Please, let me go! No!"

"Seven Wastelands."

"Help, help! Master, help me!!"

"Eight Returns."

"Ah...ah!!!"

"——Nine Shadows."

The last nine lamas are already a little far away from their direction.

Yan Ye's graceful figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the wilderness,

She held the hilt of the Chodachi with both hands and leaned forward slightly.

"go."

As the end of the sound disappears,

In an instant, her body——

One divided into nine.

"This... what a magical power this is!!!"

In the distance, He Fang watched the bodies of the last nine Jade Zen Lamas being penetrated by nine red shadows at extremely fast speeds. He did not dare to stay any longer, turned around and ran away into the distance.

He didn't want to bet his life on the last trump card - Zen Master Jin.

At the moment when nine corpses fell to the ground at the same time, all the illusions of clones suddenly merged into one, and like an illusion, they flashed in front of He Fang's retreat!

"How is this possible! It's obviously nearly a hundred feet away!"

Frightened, he summoned the magic weapon spirit blade from his storage bag and looked closely at the kimono girl in front of him. Although he didn't want to admit it, his legs had already begun to tremble.

Looking at the fox mask with a weird smile on her face, and feeling the frightening aura of death emanating from her body, He Fang had already given up hope of living.

"You...what are you..."

He didn't want to die in an unknown way.

He wanted to know the origin of the murderer.

At least, it's better to make yourself understand.

It's a pity that Yan Ye will not let the living enemy,

Hear your own name.

"Evaporate.

——Big Sun Sword·Red Cross.”
Chapter completed!