I'm not a theatre god

"Lin Yan, right?"

The leading man said in a deep voice, "Very good...we will remember you."

After the words fell, the densely packed areas opened up at the same time, and the terrifying pressure directly turned the entire area into purgatory. Under this superimposed sense of oppression, Jian Changsheng only felt that his legs were extremely heavy...

He gritted his teeth and was about to fight his way out of the siege, when a big word suddenly appeared from the ground:

--earth.

This word appeared extremely obscurely, as if it were carved into the cracks in the soil. The people who were about to start a war did not notice the appearance of this word at all!

Just as Jian Changsheng was about to take a step forward, as if he had stepped on quicksand, his whole body suddenly sank into the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye!

The dragon twisters who were ready to go were suddenly startled.

After looking around blankly, they locked their eyes on the flat land. The leading man tapped the ground with his fingers and found that it was hard. He frowned slightly...

"Escape... Humph, you still say that you are not an [Assassin]?"

"What should I do? Do you want to continue chasing?"

"Forget it, if there is such a big commotion, the guys from the Tianshu Realm will probably come over... The guy from the Tianshu Realm told me before going out not to cause trouble outside, but to give face to the Tianshu Realm."

"That boy looks young, so he should also be here to compete for the [Tongtian Star Position]... In this case, there will always be a time when we meet again."

"Lin Yan, I remember this name."

"Let's break up."

"..."

…

Comet Hotel.

"How dare you not die like this?" The assassin frowned more and more as he looked at the young sect leader with the sword stuck in his neck and his red eyes staring at him.

"Not only that, this breath..."

Bang--! !

The men in black surrounding the young sect master rushed towards the assassin at the same time. All the tables and chairs in the path exploded, and sawdust danced in the air!

The assassin's sword was still stuck in the young sect leader's neck. He snorted coldly with his hands empty, and the two daggers slipped from his sleeves. The next moment, his fingertips danced lightly, and the two daggers seemed to tear open the gap in time!

A field opens at the same time!

The falling wood chips almost hovered in mid-air, falling downward at a speed of one millimeter per second. As the assassin took a step forward, they were all cut into tiny and delicate wooden flowers as if they had been brushed by the light of a sword... In the gap of time, thousands of wooden flowers bloomed silently in the light of the sword!

The assassin moved;

He walked through the slowly falling wooden flowers, like a nimble black fish. The sharp sword light easily flashed past the heads of the two nearest men in black. The black hood cracked silently bit by bit in the slowly flowing time gap... …

The assassin did not look back, he just blew through the sky like the wind. The knife did not seem to appear in his palm, but the flickering light of the knife filled every corner of the hotel.

In 0.5 seconds, the sword flashed seventy-two times.

When the assassin's figure came to the young sect master again, the black-clothed figures who had once surrounded him like stars holding the moon had been slashed several times each... The black clothes embroidered with silver clouds gradually collapsed. In mid-air, it looked like chopped black petals intertwined with slowly falling wooden flowers, hovering in mid-air.

At this time, the young sect leader whose neck was pierced was still staring at the spot where the assassin was standing with red eyes, as motionless as a statue.

"This time, let me see how you can hide?"

The assassin spoke coldly.

Just when his sword light was about to strike at the young sect leader, his bloodshot eyes suddenly turned strangely!

The young sect leader's eyes seemed to catch up with the assassin's pace in an instant, and he looked at the assassin... Through those bloodshot eyes, the assassin could see his reflection behind him, and an inexplicable chill came over him. heart!

The assassin suddenly looked back and saw that among the wooden flowers and black cloth fragments flying in the sky, there was no trace of blood...

There is never anyone under the black clothes.

"...No one?!" The assassin's eyes suddenly shrank, "How is this possible?!"

He clearly saw those men in black crowding around the young sect leader, caring like elders. They could serve soup, pick up vegetables, and even make various different sounds... How could there be no one there? ?

Those bloodshot eyes gradually trembled, sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, sometimes violent, as if there were dozens of personalities crowded in the same mind, and an extreme coldness enveloped the assassin's body!

"I said...my brother is not a traitor!"

The moment the young sect master's serious words rang out, a sense of life and death crisis surged into the assassin's heart. He twisted back without hesitation in the gap of time, and several invisible cold winds whizzed past him!

boom--! ! !

In an instant, several slashes almost grazed the assassin's body and hit the wall behind, directly blasting the front wall into pieces. An explosion sounded again from the second floor of the Comet Hotel!

Residents on the street screamed one after another, and billowing dust swept across the broken wall... A figure stood there in a somewhat embarrassed manner, scarlet blood flowing down the fingertips on the ground.

"Are those things just now 'events'?" The assassin glanced at the wounds on his arms and seemed to have guessed something, "This is the first time I've encountered the invisible 'events'... what are those things?"

The young sect master did not answer. He was still in the assassin's territory, and his movements were extremely slow...but those bloodshot eyes were always locked on the assassin's figure, and those invisible "events" seemed not to be. Not affected by this field.

The fatal crisis always lingers in the assassin's mind!

"Interesting..."

As if he hadn't experienced the crisis of life and death for too long, the assassin's narrowed eyes were actually a little excited. He licked his lips,

"Even if your 'idol' can ignore my [Maohua Moment], your body is still deeply trapped in it... Unless my mental power is exhausted, it is almost impossible for you to break free from the inside.

Then let's see, will your 'idol' kill me first... or will I cut off your head first?"

The young master's blood-red eyes stared at the assassin, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just when the two were on the verge of a fight,

Behind the dusty broken wall, a black gun muzzle was aimed at the second floor of the hotel on the verge of a fight!

"[Tribunal]."

As a voice sounded faintly, the bullet that deconstructed everything whizzed through the void and hit the field of this time gap, and actually tore a corner of it open!

In that corner, the wood flowers that were originally stagnant in the air suddenly seemed to be beaten back to the original speed of time, turning back into drifting wood chips and quickly falling back to the ground. A gust of wind dispersed the rolling dust, gradually revealing the scene behind.

The assassin frowned and turned his head to see a figure in a black windbreaker, holding a gun in one hand, standing silently in the void outside the hotel.