I'm not a theatre god

Just when Jian Changsheng was getting ready to attack, the assassin narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"There may be some misunderstanding between us. I didn't mean to offend...you continue."

Jian Changsheng froze on the spot.

Before he could recover, the assassin's figure escaped into the dim street and disappeared in a blink of an eye, seeming to have gone far away.

Jian Changsheng:?

Jian Changsheng, who was about to fight with this assassin, felt as if he had been punched on cotton, and his heart suddenly felt empty... He never expected that this assassin was so afraid of fighting. When he was at the Comet Hotel, this guy assassinated The young sect master failed once, but he still dared to confront others.

Why did he get here and leave immediately after missing an assassination attempt?

Is it because you are too strong now?

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a moment and did not choose to pursue him. On the one hand, his mental power was indeed almost exhausted. On the other hand, he had a more important revenge goal...

Jian Changsheng turned around and was about to say something, but when he saw the empty street in front of him, his expression suddenly stiffened.

At some point, Sun Bumian's figure had disappeared.

Jian Changsheng:? ? ?

You know, in his current perception, even the [Assassin] path cannot be completely hidden... But he just turned around, and Sun Bumian actually disappeared like that?

How did he do it?

On the deserted street, Jian Changsheng's chest heaved violently, and the anger that was about to be vented suddenly accumulated in his heart, almost giving him a heart attack.

"Damn...you two are not in the same group, are you?!!"

The more Jian Changsheng thought about it, the angrier he became, and he stepped hard on the ground!

boom--! ! !

It was like a meteorite from the sky crashing into the earth. The terrifying shock wave caused the ground to roll and splash like liquid. Dozens of surrounding buildings suddenly collapsed in this kick, and billowing dust flew up.

After slightly releasing the anger in his heart, Jian Changsheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled...

He shook his head helplessly.

Both enemies have left, and Jian Changsheng no longer consumes his own mental power. As the [Endless Purgatory] shrinks, the murderous aura behind him gradually dissipates, and the increase in strength superimposed on him disappears.

After the realm was released, Jian Changsheng felt relaxed, and his mind that was originally filled with anger returned to calm... replaced by a wave of exhaustion.

"The consumption in this field is really not small..."

Jian Changsheng's face turned a little pale, and his limbs were weak. He was about to find a place to rest, but as soon as he took a step, a sharp cold light shot out from the void behind him like a ghost, hitting the back of his neck!

In the blurry darkness, the outline of the assassin was outlined again!

The assassin who had left long ago actually came back at this moment, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, like an extremely patient hunter who pulled out his shotgun when his prey was at its weakest!

As an [Assassin], he will naturally not let go of his prey easily. Although this Jian Wubing is not the "Jian Wubing" he is looking for, this guy is too much of a threat to the later competition for the [Tongtian Star Position]. It's so big that we must find an opportunity to deal with it.

He had just seen that Jian Changsheng's domain could not last long, so he temporarily avoided the edge and hid in the distance to find a suitable opportunity to take action... After all, without the blessing of the domain, it would be easy for him to assassinate a fourth-level person with his fifth-level strength.

And now, Jian Changsheng is at his weakest!

The assassin's fingertips opened the gap in time, and the dagger with the cold light reflected Jian Changsheng's astonished expression and quickly approached his pupils!

Jian Changsheng's pupils suddenly shrank!

Buzz—! !

Almost at the same time, a figure flew across the ground at a speed that was almost flashing!

The murderous dagger stopped at the moment it was about to touch Jian Changsheng's pupils, and a strong wind blew past the door between the two of them...

The black and red Tang suit danced lightly in the darkness, and a palm was like an iron pincer, imprisoning the assassin's wrist in the air. Behind the small round sunglasses, a pair of pupils nested in rings were as deep as abyss.

Seeing that figure clearly, Jian Changsheng's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Is it you? How did you..."

"So, why should we fight to the death?" Sun Bumian turned his head and smiled at Jian Changsheng. He looked cynical against the background of his small sunglasses, "I almost killed you once, and now I have saved you again... isn't this just Cleared up?"

Jian Changsheng was stunned on the spot.

The assassin looked at Sun Bumian in front of him, his eyes full of surprise... You must know that he didn't leak a breath just now, and his sword cut through the gap in time at an extremely fast speed.

And the young man in front of him, who looked out of place, could not only keep up with his movements, but even hold his wrist? !

"Who are you?" the assassin said in a deep voice.

Sun Bumian pondered for a moment and answered seriously:

"Idle man."

"?"

Sun Bumian grabbed the assassin's hand and flipped it flexibly. At the same time, his body sank slightly, and he struck the opponent's ribs with lightning speed. The hem of the Tang suit was shaken by this extremely fast movement, making a slight sound in the air. Thunderclap!

Snap——!

The surprise in the assassin's eyes became more and more intense. He turned into an afterimage and retreated. Sun Bumian's palm almost brushed against his chest. In the flash of lightning, the distance between the two quickly widened!

Sun Buyimian was not annoyed, he just calmly put one hand behind his back and held the beads in front of his chest with the other hand, looking at the assassin with a smile.

The assassin seemed to have noticed something,

He glanced at Sun Bumian's eyes, and then at his wrist that was easily caught when he tore open the time gap just now... His expression was extremely ugly.

"The human realm is really full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons." The assassin said in a deep voice, "They are all fourth-level, but their methods are more mysterious than each other... I underestimated the talents of the world."

This assassin, who has been quietly tempering for several years in the secluded world, has failed repeatedly since he came to the Tianshu realm...

And among those who made him fail, there are several fourth-level ones.

He is fifth-level, a rare owner of the [Assassin] path in this era, an absolute young genius, but now he can't help but start to think whether he has the qualifications to stand out among the young generation.

After a long silence, the assassin sighed.

He seemed to have lost the interest in fighting with Sun Bumian. He put the dagger back into his sleeve, looked at the two of them deeply, and turned away.

"What happened to him?" Jian Changsheng raised his eyebrows in confusion as he watched the assassin leave. "He looked like he was going to kill me just now, but now he's gone without saying a word?"

"He..."

Sun Bumian pushed up the small round sunglasses on his nose, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"He's broken through."