465 - Crepe Myrtle Sword

    The assassin had not even imagined that his sword strike that he had planned carefully even at the risk of lowering his status, would be perfectly dealt with by Ye Qingyu with that dream-like battle technique. What was even more terrifying was that, in that instant, he was struck back instead. A surge of cold yuan qi was destroying his body from the inside, causing him not help but spit out blood.

    Ye Qingyu lifted his hand, and there were constant moves that were unendingly being exhibited.

    The assassin let out an angry roar, and the long sword in his hand that was resplendent like autumn water exploded with a light. Tight and clusterested formation swords were like the thousands of rays of sunlight shooting out, layer after layer, completely submerging and covering over Ye Qingyu.

    "Hahaha..."

    There was still the mockery, like a Fiendgod laughing at a deity. Ye Qingyu's figure once again inexplicably turned into a silver white mist instantly. The thousand rays of sword light that struck to kill destroyed this mist image, but sword after sword just struck thin air.

    "Dissolution?"

    In the eyes of many people, there was shock appearing.

    The next instant, Ye Qingyu's figure appeared instantly behind...