Chapter 852: Incapable Of

Dongfang Zhaoyang could only sense six sword energies coming, but he knew that there must be hidden assassins who had not moved.

However, there was no time to think too much now. The killing intent was coming, so he had to get through the hurdle in front of him first.

As soon as the six sword energies appeared, Dongfang Zhaoyang waved his arms.

A three-foot-long crescent-shaped sword appeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the sky was full of sword light, and six strong sword energies met the sword energy.

Boom!

Almost at the same time, the sword light and the sword energy collided, and a black hole was punched in the night sky around Dongfang Zhaoyang.

The crescent-shaped sword was Dongfang Zhaoyang's famous weapon, named Soul Chaser.

He remembered that he had sealed the sword for forty-one years and six months.

Today, no, he was ready to use the sword two months ago.

But he didn't expect that the first battle after the Soul Chaser was opened would be against old acquaintances of the assassin group.

Although he didn't know the surnames and names of these people, they started from the one-star war master and chased him for nearly seventy years.

Their cultivation was also improving synchronously.

It was just that he had been recovering from his injuries for decades, and his cultivation had regressed.

These killers were also stuck at this hurdle, and they did not make any progress.

It seemed that they would only reach this level in this life, and there was no possibility of further improvement.

It had to be said that God seemed to be teasing him a little.

If he had not been so seriously injured, his cultivation would have definitely been raised to the level of four-star or even five-star war master.

These people should have died under his knife long ago, and they were replaced by killers of higher levels.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world...

Seven people fought 360 moves in an instant, and Dongfang Zhaoyang was already exhausted and panting, and his hands holding the knife were shaking a little.

Dongfang Wang, who was a hundred meters away, wanted to rush over several times, but was stopped by Xinchang.

He did not say much, but just held Dongfang Wang's arm and never let go.

Alas! Old!

Dongfang Zhaoyang sighed in his heart.

When he was still a two-star war master, let alone these six people, he would not lose even if he fought ten people at the same time.

Four of the six were defeated by him, and almost died under his sword.

But now he can only be on par with them, and even at a disadvantage.

And the six assassins are not much better, their arms are also numb and sweating.

This old guy can still fight six people alone even though his strength has declined. He is really worthy of being the most promising generation of geniuses in those days.

It's just... a pity, a pity, hehe!

The six assassins all regretted and mocked.

This can only be said that Dongfang Zhengyang has a pair of short-sighted rat eyes and destroyed the dynasty.

For a mere broken throne, he relentlessly killed his own brother.

If it's not rat eyes, then what is it? Moreover, Dongfang Zhaoyang's determination to give up the position of the crown prince can be seen by everyone.

His ideals are lofty, his ambitions are higher than the sky, and everyone knows that if we cultivators go against the will of heaven and don't become saints, everything is false.

But Dongfang Zhengyang was the only one who could not see his brother's ambition, and always thought that he was the enemy with the greatest threat.

However, for the throne, Dongfang Zhengyang could do this, but he had to open his eyes and see clearly what kind of person his brother Zhaoyang was.

If his brother Zhaoyang became a saint, the Dongfang family's Shuangfu Empire would not be far from being promoted to the seventh-level empire.

Look at it now. Under the leadership of Dongfang Zhengyang, the Shuangfu Empire has been living a life of mediocrity for a hundred years, without any vitality.

He can only act arrogantly in an empire below the fifth level, and he is complacent all day long, thinking how wise he is.

Dongfang Zhengyang became the king of a country, and he has gathered all the resources of the country, but now he is only a two-star war master.

In the eyes of the top leaders of the assassin group, Dongfang Zhengyang is undoubtedly no different from a stupid pig.

However, this is all internal affairs of the Dongfang family, and they are happy to watch the fun and laugh.

After all, Dongfang Zhaoyang's becoming a saint will not benefit the assassin group, but will be suppressed.