Ultimate Assassin System

...Haha, where did this beauty come from?

Amidst the harsh sound, a thin young man with a long knife on his waist and a riding whip stepped into the house. As soon as he entered, his pair of slender eyes that looked like a mouse straightened, staring at Lansha's delicate face, full of surprise. greedy.

It's no wonder that this young man behaved so badly. Lansha's appearance and temperament were absolutely beautiful whether in Beihuang or Bran. It is no exaggeration to say that from a certain point of view, Lansha is a perfect compatibility of the beauty standards of the two countries - the delicate facial features of the Bran woman, coupled with the tall figure of the Northern Wilderness woman, as porcelain and picturesque.

What's more, the current environment is still a closed farm. I have only seen a village girl and not many well-connected young people, so I was naturally shocked at the first sight.

After hearing this, Lansha raised his head and looked at the young man. He roughly judged that this was Han Luo, the traitor mentioned by the skinny old man, so he withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at Tang En, ignoring him. It's not that I didn't notice the young man's look and gaze, it's just that the level gap between the two parties was so great that even the emotion of anger and disgust was omitted.

On the other hand, Bamutu's eyes turned cold when he saw this, and he was about to wave away this ignorant young man, but the skinny old man on the side rushed forward quickly and roared with a trembling voice: You traitor... Who let you enter this house? Give it to me. Get out! This young man, Han Luo, didn't pay attention to his father's roar at all, or maybe he didn't hear it. He looked straight at Lan Sha and walked over. Then, Ouch... he exclaimed in surprise, but he looked at He was too involved and stepped on the vegetable balls rolled out of the sack. With a bang, he fell onto his back.

Yi Gulu climbed up from the ground. Han Luo didn't feel any pain at all. I just feel like I've lost face. Sansan laughed a few times, muttered and slid on the floor, then rubbed her palms and stepped forward again: Haha, what's the name of the beauty? Where did she come from? Why did she show up at my house? Come, talk to your brother, tell me...

Your family? You killed your eldest brother, you, you, you...get out of here! He gasped. His chest was rising and falling. When the thin old man heard this, his face turned red with anger. He blocked his sight and hit Han Luo on the head with his pipe.

He couldn't see Lan Sha, but he saw a pipe being thrown at him. Han Luo reacted quickly. He quickly stepped back and cursed in the air with an impatient expression: Old man, you damn... He seemed to be aware of this smooth saying. The scolding brought him in, and he immediately became a meal. Then he saw the pipe coming at him again, and he hurriedly protected his forehead. A fierce light suddenly flashed in his eyes, Old man, I think you have had enough life, and you still want to fight with me? Get out of here! When he got a chance, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed, and the skinny old man staggered back, shaking and about to collapse. Lansha frowned when he saw this, and quickly stepped forward to support the skinny old man: Uncle, are you okay? There are many words.

The traitor... the traitor... The skinny old man looked up at the sky with tears streaming down his face. Thinking about it, he regretted his pampering back then and not allowing the dead Hansen to properly discipline this incompetent son.

He waved his hand grumpily, Old man, are you really annoyed or annoyed? Tiezi, Tiezi, eldest brother is good at everything, right? If you keep nagging me, I'll send you down to see him now! He threatened Zhen and looked at Lan Sha, Han Luo's expression immediately changed, and he smiled cheerfully again, Beauty, you haven't answered my question yet? But it doesn't matter, let me introduce myself first. My name is Han Luo, and I am from the Gray Army. Yes. Have you heard of the Gray Army? They are a team that specializes in helping us civilians. They have a good reputation, hehe...

Perhaps because he wanted to show off his own merits, Han Luo immediately introduced the good reputation of the Gray Clothes Army eloquently. Of course, along the way, he also introduced how he was respected in the gray army, how brave he was in battle, etc. He keeps praising himself to the point that there is no one in the sky and no one on the earth, which is very disgusting.

Bamutu also laughed when he saw this, and shook his head: Ha, such a top villain is in Bran. After saying this, he didn't want to watch this farce continue, and waved his hand to slap the other person away. But at this moment, suddenly,

An emotionless voice sounded out of thin air, Does he deserve to die?.

Uh...are you awake? Lansha and Bamutu were stunned when they heard this, and subconsciously looked at the steps beside them. There, Tang En was still sitting upright, but his eyes were slightly closed and he didn't know when he opened them. His black and white eyes, Looking at the skinny old man in a deep and distant place, he asked again, Do you think he deserves to die?.

The traitor...damn it...

Okay. Then go over and kill him. He turned over his hand and showed the dagger, handing it to the skinny old man. Tang En's expression was calm and casual.

Kill... kill him... kill him... Looking at the dark dagger fixedly, the skinny old man muttered several times in a low voice as if he was possessed, and then grabbed the dark dagger without Lan Sha's support. , standing up straight with a strange figure, looking extremely strong.

Haha, it seems that you, old man, are really tired of living. Anyway, I'll help you! Seeing the skinny old man walking step by step with a dagger in his hand, Han Luo laughed ferociously and looked at Tang En fiercely, Alright? I have you! If I kill the old guy, I will kill you next!

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and drew his sword. But the next moment, Uh... what, what's going on? My hands... Han Luo suddenly looked stunned, and felt that his hands seemed to be tightly tied with ropes and could not move. Frightened, he wanted to lower his head to check, and found that his neck had become extremely stiff. Then his body, waist and abdomen, legs and feet... his entire body, except for his mouth and eyeballs that were running around in panic, no one was under his control.

Kill him...kill him...

Hey, hey! What do you want to do, old man? Stop! Don't come here - did you hear me tell you to stop? Do you dare to take another step and try, take another step, I, I, I... I was wrong! Father, I was wrong Oh... I am Han Luo, your only son - don't come over, please don't come over -

Seeing the skinny old man getting closer and closer, Han Luo was completely panicked. While struggling with his eyes wide open, he roared or screamed pitifully. But regardless of whether the content was threats or intimidation, pretending to be pitiful, or playing the family card, the skinny old man seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, muttering to himself, and approaching step by step with a dagger in hand.

This... Lansha looked at it inexplicably, blinked, and turned to look at Bamutu, What kind of power is this? Magic? Divine magic? Or something else?

no respond. Bamutu was staring at Han Luo with a frown. It seems that he is perceiving and exploring something. But looking at the frown on his face, he knew that this move was not going well. In fact, this is exactly the case. In Bamutu's perception and sight, there is no power fluctuation around Han Luo, including the ground under his feet. Then he lowered his head and looked at Tang En, who was sitting on the steps. He just watched quietly, with his hands naturally spread on his knees. There was no trace of any action, including the pressure on the mental level...

What power is this?

This is also a question that Bamutu is thinking hard about. But unlike Lansha, he was too embarrassed to ask...

He is the strongest man in the Northern Wilderness! He is the only fierce man in the Northern Wasteland who can sacrifice multiple monsters! Apart from Wooding, he is a peerless master who rarely has any rivals across the continent! But now, just as he didn't know what realm the kid in front of him was breaking through just now, he also doesn't know what methods this kid used to trap people...

It is true that there are so many martial arts in the world, even with Bamutu's experience and knowledge, it is impossible to know them all. But right now this is not a question of martial arts moves, but a question of the power system. If it were just to trap people in the air, Bamutu knew several ways to do it. This is not surprising...

As we all know, there are only a few types of power systems on the Xize continent. Bran's fighting spirit and magic, the wild sacrifices and magical arts, and at most the Godly stuff from the Temple of Light, that's it.

But no matter which one, Bamutu couldn't find any corresponding traces on Tang En. If I have to say it's similar, it's a bit similar to the God-like stuff in the Temple of Light, well, just a little bit. There is still a big difference between the two. Although Bamutu is not completely clear about the things of the Temple of Light, he knows that the other party is based on the gift of the gods. And now this Tang En...

His brows were furrowed, Bamutu's eyes were narrowed sharply, and he tried his best to perceive and think, and then he had some vague guesses. The source of Tang En's power seems to be the surrounding environment... No, it's the world... No, that's not right, he's not that perverted yet... To be precise, it should be the world in a certain area! In this area, he seems to be able to use some of the power in the world for his own use...

It was still the method used by Bran warriors to absorb the fighting spirit between heaven and earth for their own use... After hesitating for a moment, Bamutu still shook his head. He felt that it was not that simple, at least not as simple as simply absorbing fighting energy. Faintly, Bamutu felt that this kind of power could no longer be called power, but something that was at a higher level than power... But, what was it?

No one could answer Bamutu's question, and he himself was a little afraid to think further. Because this has broken him, even broken the continent's current understanding, and completely destroyed the thinking system.

Therefore, Bamutu was completely confused...

Relatively speaking, Lansha seemed very relaxed. Bamutuna, who sometimes shook his head and sometimes frowned, didn't get an answer, and she didn't care. The so-called insiders look at the door, while laymen look at the excitement. In Lansha's view, although what Tang En is doing is miraculous, it is actually nothing extraordinary.

After all, isn't it just to deal with a bastard who can't get on the stage? Not to mention Tang En and Bamutu, even Lan Sha, who was not familiar with martial arts, was very confident and used no less than ten methods to defeat his opponent.

Of course, Han Luo didn't know what kind of terrifying methods this seemingly weak beauty had. He didn't have time to think about this problem now. Looking at his old father who was already in front of him, the desperate Han Luo was a little quick-witted. Instead of cursing and begging, he instead shouted for help.

Help—brothers, there are... some desperate villagers are resisting, come and save me—

Everyone who came with him should be aware of the bad things Han Luo did in the village, so when he came to the end of the village and walked into the house, no one felt uncomfortable following him. Han Luo didn't take the initiative to bring anyone over, after all, family scandals should not be made public. But what he is doing now can be called vicious. He is afraid that his companions will not react in time, so he insists on calling his old father a village citizen who does not know how to resist, which will undoubtedly lead to the death of this skinny old man!

Unfortunately, his quick wit came too late. When he shouted, although there was an immediate response and noise outside the door, the skinny old man had already walked up to him, raised his dagger, and

Kill him...kill him...

No, no, no - put the knife down! Did you hear me, put the knife down! Otherwise, when my brother comes over, I will chop you into pieces - don't kill me, I am Han Luo, Han Luo ah Ahhhhh——”

There was a shrill howl, poof, and blood splashed everywhere. The dagger pierced Han Luo's chest easily and was completely submerged.

Immediately, perhaps because of his deep hatred, the skinny old man pressed down on Han Luo with a dagger. Bang. The two fell to the ground.

Get up. Sitting on Han Luo, who was still moaning and unable to move at all, the skinny old man raised the dagger again, his cloudy old eyes unfocused, Kill him... kill him... Poof, there was another sound, and blood splashed out again. , the two of them were drenched all over their bodies and faces.

Han Luo is not dead yet. Still screaming, but a little out of breath.

Although the skinny old man's behavior has been very abnormal from the beginning to the present, as if a power was injected into his body out of thin air, he has never killed anyone. Although the two swords were inserted into Han Luo's body at the same time, they were not critical. Han Luo's life could not be saved after a while.

But this is not the end, just the beginning!

As if awakened by the large amount of blood, the skinny old man stopped repeating what he had been mumbling. The cloudy old eyes began to focus, and the old palm holding the dagger began to tremble slightly. It seems that the next moment can no longer be grasped. However, when he lowered his head and saw Han Luo with a ferocious and twisted look on his face, this young son whom he had doted on before but who had killed his brother with his own hands, he suddenly grabbed the dagger tightly, raised it, closed his eyes, and burst into tears. Tread down, Die, die, you better die... Only when you die can you apologize to Hansen, Han Luo...

Swing it down, poof, the force is not strong, but the sharpness of the black dagger is enough to easily sink into Han Luo's body again.

On the left side of the chest, the heart is vital, kill him with one stab!

The blood spurted out again, very red, very red, probably redder than the sunset the old man saw at that time... At this moment, bang, the half-open wooden door was kicked open again from the outside, and several big men holding bright long knives instantly appeared. They rushed into the house and were filled with murderous intent.

Fuck! Who the hell dares to seek death... Huh? After taking a look at the situation in the field, they looked at the skinny old man leaning on his companion Han Luo, pressing the dagger with both hands. The big men were stunned, Han, Uncle Han , you are...

He must have known the skinny old man, maybe he was the big man who went out with Han Luo from the village. Looking at the scene in front of him, he opened his mouth and was speechless.

Is this Han Luo's father? Damn it, what should I do if this thing makes a fuss...?

How about killing this old guy?

Is this appropriate?.

Hey! Aha, where did this beauty come from...

Obviously, not all big men knew about the situation in Han Luo's family, and after knowing it, they felt that the matter in front of them was screwed up. How to do it? Come out and hang out and be loyal. According to this logic, one should avenge one's companions. But now it was his father who killed his companion, so taking revenge would feel even more fucked up... Fortunately, the struggle didn't take long. After looking up and seeing Lan Sha, the attention of the big men was instantly diverted.

At this time, Tang En stood up from the steps, looked at the big men, and said calmly again: Do they deserve to die?.

That's right! Looking at the few big men who were short of Liuha Lazi, Lansha frowned slightly and nodded decisively after receiving the words!

Then you have to die. Tang En also nodded, waved his right hand, and a bloody dagger appeared out of thin air in his palm, and walked towards the big men.

Immediately, a very similar scene to before was staged again. The slight difference is that when facing these big men who are unable to move and have no ability to resist, Tang En's actions are much simpler than those of the skinny old man. Passing by, a knife across the throat. No need to look back, no need to waste a second shot.

It was very easy. After knocking down these big men, Tang En seemed to notice something again. Tang En did not stop there, but stepped out of the door.

Bamutu and Lansha didn't follow, and there was no need to do so. They jumped up on the wall and watched Tang En walking alone with his dagger, walking unhurriedly towards the big man Shi Shiran, who was roaring and charging. As soon as he came within a distance of about three feet, the violent man's expressions and movements, along with several fierce horses, all instantly froze into stone statues of different shapes.

Passing by, brandishing a knife, wiping throat...

A series of movements flowed freely and freely, definitely not fast. But even with such slow movements, no enemy can escape, and it is impossible for anyone to escape... After all, have you ever seen a statue running away?

Silently watching Tang En fight all the way from the end of the village to the open space in the middle of the village, Bamutu looked away, exhaled the turbid air that had been held in his chest for a long time, and murmured to himself with a somewhat thankful expression: It's okay... it's okay. The scope of control is not large now...

What? Lansha didn't hear clearly.

It's nothing... Well, girl, I suddenly realized that your taste is actually no worse than your mother's....

Lan Sha was stunned when he heard this, pushed up the frame of the mirror, turned to look at Bamutu's serious expression, and smacked his lips helplessly: Grandpa Bamutu, you are teasing me again.

Haha, you don't understand. Knowing that Lan Sha was not familiar with martial arts, Bamutu shook his head and smiled, without further explanation. I sighed secretly in my heart and thought bitterly, I would rather tease you. But looking at the current situation, as long as time passes, this abnormal terror will not be any worse than Bran's Army God Zi Yi...

Okay, I don't understand. But I know that if he keeps killing like this, not a single one of these bandits will survive. Looking at Tang En who was following the bandits who fled in panic, Lan looked at the reluctant Tang En. Sha curled his lips and said, I still have to trouble you, Grandpa Bamutu, to catch a bandit and ask where the Gray Army is stationed. Since they dare to come out under the banner of the Gray Army, they can't even get any information. None. By the way, let’s ask them where their village is and walk up to them... After all, you have to eat here, so you can’t just do nothing.”

good.

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