Assassination career from full level

Jill stood with his back to the light of the room, and in the darkness of night, the silver-white blade slipped from his sleeve, the blade facing the ground.

Gorgeous black hair as if wet, and eyes mixed with blue and black like the deep sea.

Jill took a step forward, just like the time he fought the Messiah, just took a step forward, and the next second his whole figure disappeared like a shadow of light, only the murderous aura lingered in the air, obviously It was the hot wind of a summer night, but at this moment it was like the evening wind of a winter night, bitingly cold, making Anvent's skin seem to be frozen.

And Anwente just closed his eyes and stood silently with his staff. Yes, even so, Anwente didn't think he would lose to Jill. If he wanted to say why, it was because of his combat experience and skills, Jill But being so young, younger than all the men sent to assassinate him, Anvent was confident that he would be able to finish Jill without letting him get close to him.

The moment Anwente's eyes opened with a "snap", that is, the moment when the murderous aura pervading the air turned into a sharp sword and pierced Anwente's body.

"Congeal!"

Anwente's roar was an order to collapse the space. Almost at the same time, Anwente turned around and clenched his hands towards the space behind him. As long as he is caught by space magic, no matter who he is, no matter how fast he is, he can only The path of defeat is optional.

However, Anvent saw a strange scene that was absolutely impossible.

The hands holding the knife slashed across Anwente's back. All he could see was the flash of the knife light under the lamp. The moment Anwente read out the command, the distorted space was covered by Jill's eyes. The knife cut off.

No, it would be better to say that he was killed.

Seal of Demon Breaking.Anwen Te secretly cursed, this is of course, how could there be no such thing as the Demon-Breaking Seal on the sword of the Zion Society Magician Killer, but even if there was, he couldn't believe that there was a sword that could keep up with it There is only one monophonic casting action!

Anvent poured magic power into his palm again, even though it was nothing more than spreading the palm and then clenching it, but it was still too slow in front of Jill.

Unable to make a sound, and even unable to think in time, Jill only tapped on the ground after cutting off the twisted space of Anvent, and then the whole person bounced out towards Anvent again, and Jill's sword was in the crosscutting posture just now Slashed vertically, and with the overwhelmed "click" sound from the staff in Anwente's hand, the barrier that Anwente relied on for protection disappeared directly.

Jill took another step.

The four words "flowing clouds and flowing water" are generally used to describe a person's writing, but at this time it is very suitable to describe Jill's body style. His body is like flowing water. Every step he takes is for The step he took after cutting the next knife was smooth and quick. If his movements were like time standing still when he was confronting the Messiah, then at this time, it was time going backwards.

Anwen Te jumped backward without hesitation.

Jill didn't continue to chase after him. He kept his slashing posture, then lowered the blade and returned to the original posture.

The purpose of the magician who jumped back was undoubtedly trying to avoid Jill's slash, but to be precise, his left hand holding the staff did not accomplish this purpose, and the arm of Anvent who jumped back seemed to melt Like mud, being pulled by the heavy staff, it slid down overwhelmed.

Anvent felt terrified. When the sword cut off his arm, he didn't feel anything, and even tried to jump backwards to avoid the slashing move.

On the other hand, Ingram just stared at Jill with wide-eyed eyes, staring at Jill, reluctant to leave even for a second. Speaking of which, this was the first time Ingram saw Jill use his sword, although Jill's The movements are simple and smooth, not fancy, but Ingram feels that even an extra glance is a luxury.

very hungry.

Jill, who smelled blood like this, made Ingram feel extremely hungry for some reason.

"welcome!"

Anvent issued a monophonic spell again, and saw that the broken left hand swung the staff in his hand and hit Jill. Jill drew out the sword. Sexual attacks have no strengthening effect, and Jill's sword can only block the blow of the staff. This blow made him stagnate for a while, but although it was only for a moment, it was enough, and Anvent once again Shouting the spell of "Ning", he distorted the space Jill was in.

In an instant, the surrounding space distorted like paints mixed together on a palette.

"Caught!"

"Catch what?"

As if a demonic voice whispered in his ears, a silver slender knife cut off An Wente's body at the same time as the sound appeared. The feeling of life gradually disappearing made An Wen Te disgusted, although he finally realized this The magician killer named Jill is definitely not something that can be solved simply with 'magic', but it is too late.

Ingram looked in surprise at Jill, who had been turned into a mess by space spells, and Jill, who was standing behind Anvent with a sword on the other side. Wen Te's body, and then tried to pick up the other Twin Moons next to him, but at the moment he bent down, he spit out a mouthful of blood with a "cough", then almost fell to his knees on the ground, and then The severe pain from the brain felt like a saw was sharply grinding away his head, and it seemed that a hand passed through his sawed-off brain, pinching all the viscera and viscera fiercely, and then pulled out out.

"Jill!"

Ingram screamed and rushed to Jill's side, watching Jill's mouth continuously dripping with blood, his eyes were flustered, although he didn't really see the duel between the two clearly, but he could still understand in this battle Anvent had barely had the upper hand, so why on earth did Jill get hurt?curse?No, it's impossible, since I'm right next to him, if someone casts this kind of magic, I can't be unaware, not to mention that Anvent's magic hasn't even touched Jill's body.

——No, it's not that I haven't encountered it before.

Ingram, who was just at a loss to wipe away the blood with his sleeve, suddenly froze, and looked at the other Jill who died under the magic of space. Generally speaking, if it is a pure magic phantom, it will be destroyed immediately after being damaged. What's more, if it is a phantom made of magic, it is impossible to deceive Anvent, who has practiced magic for so long, and it is impossible to hide it from himself. Then, that is to say, this Jill is not a magic phantom, but It exists in reality, it has Jill's vitality and flesh and blood, Jill's half body, which means that the magic really hit Jill. Thinking of this, Ingram only felt a chill down his back.

Strictly speaking, this kind of spell is more advanced than the magic phantom. The half body with its own vitality is much more flexible and smarter than the phantom. After all, it is another self, and since these two people are both themselves, there is no truth or falsehood. If there is no true or false, it will be impossible to distinguish the true from the false. Moreover, even if the split body/body is injured, it will be weakened to half when the magic is dispelled, and the feedback of the injury will be reduced to half, but the current situation is much more serious, because Jill's Half of his body was not injured, but killed.

But now there is no time to blame who taught Jill this spell, or why Jill used this spell. Rather, without this spell, Jill is not half dead now, but dead.

So why is it activated?When did it start?Ingram bit his nails, thinking desperately—he had a vague feeling that as long as he figured out the joints, he might be able to save Jill—as long as someone used magic, Ingram swore he would It was discovered that no matter how quickly the magic was activated, it was necessary to mobilize the magic power, but Jill didn't mobilize the magic power, and he probably didn't even know how to mobilize the magic power in his body, so there was only one possibility.

Those pair of swords are the enchantment on those pair of swords.

But before Ingram breathed a sigh of relief because he had found a way to rescue Jill, the Tower of Tears began to shake, and Ingram, who had just tried to hold Jill to stand up, fell back to the original place , At this time, because of sensing Anvent's death, the Tower of Tears closed itself according to the established procedure, and then the tower began to twist like a rag. Although Ingram could not perceive the changes in the outside tower, but It can also be seen that the surrounding walls are squeezed in a spiral shape, trying to squeeze everyone in the tower into pieces like a meat grinder. The walls of the tower are enchanted at this time, and they are extremely strong. If If you can't destroy it before being crushed, you can only obediently die here.

"Anvent!"

After Ingram carefully hugged Jill again, he saw the black-robed old man who had led them here not long ago rush in in a panic. When he saw the scene in the room, especially Anvent's body, A shocked and angry expression appeared on the originally plain face, and he even took a step back involuntarily.

"You! What did you do?!"

Ingram was also surprised, and even looked at the black-robed old man with joy: "Professor Slane, you are still here!"

The tone was too cheerful, and Ingram's eyes were as bright as stars. For a moment, the old man in black even thought that his cognition had made a mistake. Could it be that Anvent and the young man in black were together? Encountered an attack from someone else?But in the next second, Ingram's actions made him dispel this idea. He was shocked to find that the person in front of him didn't move at all. He just glanced at Ingram, but he was frozen in place as if he was fixed. , and then a silver knife with a slender blade emerged from behind him, directly piercing through his body.

Holding the young man in black in his arms, Ingram said with a smile, "In this way, I won't have to spend so much time finding sacrifices for the pair of swords...Please go to hell, Slein, For Jill, Ingram's favorite."

What comes from the body is not the pain of being cut by a sword or a knife at all, but the heart-piercing feeling that all internal organs are being grabbed and mixed together, as if a space spell is directly unfolded in the body, the former is still okay Endure, and the latter made the black-robed old man let out a shrill cry from his throat. Perhaps it was the pain that made the black-robed old man's thinking clear. He stared at Ingram with red eyes, and blood overflowed from his throat. It made a funny voice like a person talking while drinking water: "You are...you are...!"

"You shouldn't have done this, you shouldn't have done this, you shouldn't have hurt Jill..." Ingram hugged the unconscious Jill like this, smiling like a dementia: "Because of this, Ingram will be angry."