Ultimate Assassin System

More than a hundred meters outside the hall,

It's over, it's over...it's dead, it's dead, it's dead... He hammered his hands and paced back and forth, his lips trembling rapidly. Philip was like an ant on a hot pot, looking extremely restless. .

Looking back, Haita sighed helplessly: The results haven't come out yet, Philip, can you calm down a little.

How do you want me to calm down? What kind of results do you need? Are you dead? I'm not telling you that you like to solve problems violently when you think you have some strength! Damn it, even if you are a prostitute, you still have to move forward. I don’t like the overlord’s insistence... Now it’s better, Wen Silin’s arm is broken, Tang En is going to die... You are happy, you bunch of idiots!” He took a breath, “By the way, you just said the result What do you mean by not coming out? Is there any chance of a change in this matter? Tell me, why didn't you say it...

Haita, a good old man, couldn't help but rolled his eyes angrily when he heard this, took a breath, frowned and said: The results haven't come out, which means everything is not finalized yet. Your friend is very strong, I think I don’t know who he is, but his master once praised him as a genius. Moreover, the channel of fighting energy in his body, unreasonable close combat... He may not have other unique skills. Therefore, if he just takes the master’s sword, this thing may be possible. A bit of a turnaround...

Phillip grinned: What kind of passage, what kind of close combat, it's all a mess... Just give me a happy word, how high is the probability of this turning around?

...I don't know. It is undoubtedly painful to explain insider things to laymen. Haita avoided Philip's expectant gaze and looked at the side hall again, Maybe...you can try to pray for a miracle to happen.

A miracle? Phillip's expression darkened instantly, What a miracle, isn't it still dead?

Haita was silent, and this basically represented acquiescence. To be honest, although he was comforting Phillip, Haita himself did not believe that a miracle would happen. The master is too strong...

And more importantly, the master had previously said that he was unsure of how to deal with Tang En. Although praising talents is one of the reasons, it also shows that the master did have murderous intentions. So now that there is only one sword, it should be impossible for the master to hold back! Well, take action with all your strength, and then leave the outcome to fate... This should be what the master is thinking now!

It has to be said that among the Sword God's sisters, although the big brother Haita is the least talented, he is also the one who understands Wooding's thoughts best. That's pretty much the truth...

Don't you have any chance, boss?

There's something wrong... He waved his hand angrily, and then suddenly paused. Philip turned around and looked at David, who was hanging his injured arm. His expression changed, and then he raised his head and shouted, Hey, David , where were you just now? How is the injury on your hand? Doesn't matter, I know a few good doctors, why don't I introduce them to you? Don't worry, a minor injury like yours will be healed in a few weeks. It's okay if you want to hurry up , I also have acquaintances in the temple...

Waving his hand to interrupt the rambling words, David looked firmly into Philip's eyes, his eyes were silent and his face was expressionless, and he asked one word at a time: Is there a chance?

Uh... Phillip was startled, came back to his senses, and was about to say something. David lowered his head sadly, I understand...thank you. He raised his head and nodded slightly, turned around and strode away.

Opening his mouth and watching David's back disappear into the corner not far away, Philip slumped his shoulders and grabbed his hair hard, Fuck!

About twenty feet away on the right side of the side hall, this is beyond the scope of the secret agency and is an abandoned ordinary house. David, who had disappeared just now, stretched out his hand to push open the wooden door, walked through the main room, and came to the backyard of the house.

In the small open space surrounded by wooden fences, except for Luke on the roof, dozens of people in the rest of the gray space were here, expressionless, kneeling on one knee. He looked indifferently across the top of the fence, fixedly looking at the eaves of the side hall not far away, like a sculpture, silent.

In front of everyone, a cold metal pipe pointed diagonally upward. Under the dim light, in the palm of the hand above the pipe, the fiery red prismatic crystal bloomed with magnificent color... Needless to say, these were naturally purple cannons and explosive crystals!

In a dull and depressing atmosphere, David walked through the crowd and walked to an empty purple-bore cannon. He also knelt on one knee, picked up an explosive crystal with his uninjured left hand, placed it firmly on the muzzle of the purple-bore cannon, raised his head and squinted. Eye...bastard, if the boss dies, none of you will be able to get out alive!

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In the side hall, Wooding's one-handed sword has been mostly unsheathed.

Tang En is still running wildly, his speed is not slowing down, and it is still invisible to the naked eye. However, the faint smell of blood has slowly dissipated in the hall, which is caused by minor wounds in various parts of his body.

Now, Tang En no longer expected that he could hold on until the sword was completely unsheathed. That was unrealistic. The reason why he was still running was just because he hadn't thought of how to deal with the current situation... Not far away, the shadow girl was trapped in place, unable to move forward. And because the sword intent around him became more fierce, his figure began to gradually fade.

In this world, Tang En once heard that in Japan's martial arts world, there is a martial art called Ba Dao Shu. That is to use the instantaneous explosive power to suddenly draw the sword out of its sheath, strike directly at high speed, and move forward in an effort to create a one-hit kill effect!

Tang En didn't know if the sword-drawing technique was really so miraculous, but thinking about it, even if the level of magic were increased a hundred times, it would never be as powerful as Wooding's sword-drawing technique in front of him.

His drawing speed is very slow, not as fast and fast as the sword drawing technique. Because of this, the unexpected sneak attack effect of Drawing the Sword Technique is gone. In fact, he didn't need such an effect. He drew it openly and every inch of the sword could be seen clearly. What it brings is an unstoppable pressure like the thunder of the mountains.

In comparison, the sneak attack effect of Ba Dao Technique is really meager, like a grain of rice competing for the brightness of the bright moon, which makes people laugh and is not worth mentioning.

At this moment, Tang En felt that he had become this ridiculous pearl of rice, and he couldn't hold on any longer...

There was a loud bang, and next to the impact, Tang En revealed his bloody figure, and stepped on the floor directly into powder. Immediately, Whoosh... Whoosh... His chest rose and fell rapidly, like a broken bellows, and blood flowed down his feet. It was flowing rapidly next to it and was extremely embarrassing.

At the same time, Wooding looked up, looked at each other, nodded and smiled. There was a sound, a sweet moan, and the water-like sword was pulled out directly. With just a flick of his wrist, the bright sword drew an extremely standard circle in the air.

In an instant, Tang En felt his body light up, and the cold sword intent that was everywhere in the side hall disappeared instantly... No! Narrowing his long eyes, Tang En looked at the long sword in Wooding's hand with great sensitivity. Sure enough...the sword intentions did not dissipate, but were all thrown into the sword like moths to the flame. Then, a layer of A pale golden light appeared on the sword body, flowing like water.

After completing all these actions easily, Wooding stepped forward, shrunk to an inch and reached directly in front of Tang En, and calmly handed out the long sword. What followed was an overwhelming aura of death!

At this time, Tang En's hands and feet were stiff, as if they were bound by several invisible ropes, unable to move.

This was locked by the sword intent... Roar! He raised his head ferociously and screamed loudly. After realizing this, Tang En stomped his feet heavily and broke free from the lock of the sword in an instant. His body flashed ghostly and he avoided the sword thrust without any delay.

In terms of sheer speed, even if he was as strong as the sword god Wooding, he would never be able to compete head-to-head with Tang En!

Of course, Wooding didn't care about this, he just turned sideways and locked Tang En with his sword again. But this time, there was an additional figure between the two. Attack! Tang En waved his hand and gave the order while retreating.

Without the suppression of the sword intention, the shadow lady waved the dagger without hesitation, and the bloody blade was like a flower. He hit the strongest blow, which was the random flower skill, and hit the long sword directly.

Yes, it's a long sword, not Wooding. Tang En's goal has always been very clear. No matter whether he is hiding, cheating, blocking, etc., as long as he can stop this long sword, Tang En will win this move. As for Wooding, to be honest, using him as a target is boring and meaningless...

After a pause, Tang En stared intently at the intersection between the blood-glow dagger and the light-gold long sword. In an instant, there was a flash of light in front of his eyes, a loud bang, and the hall creaked and trembled slightly. When he looked again, Wooding was standing in the field holding a pale golden sword with a calm expression. And the shadow that possessed part of Tang En's strength disappeared at some point.

Pfft... Opening his mouth and mouthing a large mouthful of blood mist, and arching his waist, Tang En clutched his chest tightly, grasping the five blood marks, intending to use severe pain to suppress the pain inside his body and torture him with a knife.

As the level increases, the effect of influence is not small, but its side effects are also obvious. That is, once the enemy is injured or killed, Tang En's main body will also be injured, like a double-edged sword, hurting others and himself.

Wooding did not pursue the victory, but stood there for a moment, with some surprise in his eyes. With his current strength and knowledge, there are not many unfamiliar martial arts skills that can make him puzzled. But the shadow just now made him feel strange and novel.

Wooding knew that the shadow was fake before, but he couldn't figure out whether it was a phantom or something like a puppet. Later, when I saw that he remained under the sword's will for a long time and even got injured, I felt that he must be a puppet. Until the fight just now, the solid feeling of impact still made Wooding confirm this guess. But then she disappeared out of thin air, leaving him a little confused...

Call him a phantom, he has the physical touch of a puppet. You could say he is a puppet, but he also has the characteristic of disappearing into thin air... What kind of martial skill is this? Is this a martial art?

Well, whatever it is, thanks to the movie**. This made Wooding confused and surprised, and also bought Tang En time to use his skills.

Hiss, a whirlwind seemed to suddenly rush in in the side hall, and then blood-colored blade lights suddenly appeared out of thin air, two in one life, four in two... rapidly spinning, splitting the space, and completely covering Tang En's figure in just a short moment.

When Wooding came back from his thoughts, he saw a small bloody hurricane forming in the center of the hall. The strong wind swept down hard, and the brown tables and chairs made streaks on the floor and quickly crashed into the surrounding corners. There was a loud banging sound, mixed with the crisp sound of the teacup falling to the ground, and it was a moment of chaos...

Storm, the strongest attack skill Tang En can use now!

At this point, Tang En also knew that there was absolutely no other way to go except frontal resistance. If you still have a sense of luck at this time, you will definitely die!

The corners of his mouth raised slightly. Naturally, Woodin didn't know about Tang En's change in concept. He just felt that Tang En was becoming more and more interesting... Ha, another martial arts skill that he had never seen before!

With great interest, Wooding took a moment to look at the increasingly bloated bloody hurricane. He raised his long sword and stepped forward to meet it.

In an instant, as soon as the pale golden long sword approached, the rapidly rotating blood-colored blades of light from the outside of the hurricane struck at the sword body. Sparks flew everywhere, and the sound of intensive collisions could be heard immediately. Some of the blood-colored blades were directly annihilated and shattered. , some bounced out, shattered the surrounding window glass, left deep marks on the thick stone walls, etc. The scene was spectacular for a while.

It's a pity that although the bloody hurricane is getting more and more raging, Wooding still raises his sword and moves forward!

In front of the bloated bloody hurricane connected to the floor and ceiling, Wooding's sword-holding figure looked so small. But he is so small, standing in front of the hurricane, stepping in slowly... Around the pale golden sword, those bloody blades are still attacking one after another, like warriors who are not afraid of death, but Unexpectedly, what they had to face this time was a heavily armored chariot that was armed to the teeth. After colliding with it, not only failed to stop its progress, but they themselves were killed and their bodies were broken into pieces!

This strange scene has to give people the illusion that the long sword held flat in Wooding's hand is like a hot fire stick. And this seemingly huge bloody hurricane is actually just a bubble that is strong on the outside and dry on the inside. When the two collide, the bubble will break if it touches it, and it will be destroyed if it touches it. It is completely vulnerable!

Soon, as Wooding continued to move forward and was about to approach the center, the bloody hurricane collapsed first... With a loud bang, the previously rotating hurricane turned into a powder keg. In just a short moment, countless bloody blades scattered randomly. Open, light and shadow float. And this side hall, which had been repeatedly damaged, finally could not withstand such a violent blow. It collapsed with a rumble, and dust was everywhere, just like a disaster scene.

And just before the violent explosion, a figure flew out from the center of the hurricane like a torn sack. He held his head in his hands, curled up, and hit the wall heavily with blood dripping all the way, drawing countless spider-like cracks.

Ahem... He coughed and vomited the blood in his chest. If the maddening pain was excluded, at this moment, Tang En only felt that his body was empty, as if all his internal organs, flesh and blood had been vomited out. clean.

Before he could recover, a pair of gray cloth shoes suddenly appeared in his eyes. Tang En slowly raised his head and saw a calm-looking Wooding coming to him holding up the pale golden sword.

He still looked the same, without any change, and there were not even any wrinkles at the corners of his clothes, as if the huge power of the bloody hurricane's sudden explosion had not happened to him.

Haha... He grinned silently and smiled self-deprecatingly. Tang En finally understood how ridiculous the previous gamble was. A sword god is a sword god after all. Even if he tries his best, he can't beat an inconspicuous long sword held flat.

Woodin did not smile, although it seemed that he could easily win the bet just by handing over his sword. But he still didn't feel any joy at all. On the contrary, his eyes looked a little regretful, as if he was looking at a piece of flawless jade that was about to break.

Without verbal communication, just shaking his head slightly, Wooding leaned over and handed over the light gold sword. Cherish talent for what it is, but when it comes to big things, Wooding won't make mistakes... Well, I just hope you won't be too resentful, be willing to admit defeat, figure it out, and leave...

With this thought in mind, Wooding stabbed Tang En's left chest and heart with his pale golden sword, hoping to give him a painless death. But at this moment, suddenly,

Ha! Come to my bowl! The dying Tang En suddenly grinned. He leaned against the wall, with his shoulders straight, his hands spread across his chest, his fingers curled into claws, and he moved up and down, just enough to encircle the pale golden sword in it. .

Is this useful? Wooding was slightly surprised when he saw this, but the movement of his hand did not stop, and he still stabbed towards Tang En's heart without any hindrance... Huh?

The long sword paused in mid-air, and Wooding let out a startled expression, looking puzzled. According to the length of the sword, it should have pierced the opponent's heart now, but why is there no physical touch coming back from the sword?

Woodin's first reaction was to encounter the strange martial arts skill just now, but then he realized something was wrong. He saw a gradually expanding black crack between Tang En's palms, like a mouth, and he accurately grasped his pale golden hand. Long sword...

After being stunned, Wooding's face was filled with shock, and he couldn't help but shout softly: Space magic... no, it's tearing apart space! The former belongs to the category of space magician, while the latter is the ability of a warrior.

With his palms trembling, Tang En nodded and chuckled: Haha, Mr. Wu is so knowledgeable.

Spatial ability, this is Tang En's life-saving skill! When he knew before that he could only resist Wooding's attack head-on, Tang En had been thinking about how to resolve this almost invincible sword. Or to be more precise, how to remove that faint golden light. Wooding promised to only use one move, so if the golden light dissipated, it would mean that Tang En had won.

After much deliberation, Tang En naturally focused on his strongest ability, which was his spatial ability. As long as the space crack can be successfully torn open, the pale gold sword can be trapped inside. The powerful attraction rules in the space should be able to completely absorb the light golden sword light.

Of course, although the idea is good, there is still a problem. That is, Twain's strength is still too weak compared to Wooding. If he attacks rashly, not only will he not be able to trap the long sword, but he might even be struck back. This is like eating. Of course, you can swallow rice easily by chewing it, but what if it is a pebble in the rice? I'm afraid my teeth will be chipped...

For this reason, Tang En made two attempts. One was to order the shadow gun to attack, and the other was to use the storm skill to attack head-on. The results of these two times seemed to be disastrous failures, but in fact they were not. Although Wu Ding's pale golden light is extremely domineering, everything is easy to change. But as long as there is still fighting spirit, it will always be consumed after receiving a strong attack!

This was what Tang En had in mind. As long as he weakened the power of the pale gold Dou Mang and tore out the cracks in space, he could trap the long sword... But in fact, he succeeded!

…………(To be continued.)