Ultimate Assassin System

(ps: I saw it, don’t worry, the raccoon cat’s status is improving. Well, the number of words today is nearly 4,000, and it’s quite enjoyable to write. I hope all you book friends will also enjoy reading it. ^-^)

Rain can be regarded as the tears of God. And God has never been a kind guy. If he sheds tears, the whole world will be stained with sadness.

However, when Philip came out of his mouth, someone was about to cry, and this person certainly did not refer to Tang En.

From a certain perspective, Tang En and Philip, this pair of strange and bad friends, although their positions are very different, can indeed be said to have a spiritual connection.

Tang En knew Phillip, so after learning that the person who found out Allen's identity was Phillip, he simply gave up the rescue plan and no longer worried about the safety of Allen and others.

At the same time, Philip also knew Tang En very well. Although he knew that Wen Silin brought many masters this time, and their backgrounds were not small, some even came from the Royal Enshrinement Hall. But since he saw Tang En showing up to save Xia Wei'an with his own eyes, Philip believed that he must be fully prepared.

Therefore, the only one who wants to cry is Wen Silin...

However, the actual situation now is that although Tang En did not cry, he still wanted to cry but had no tears. The sweat dripping from his body was much more than the tears.

Xia Wei'an was too heavy. This weight even made Tang En lose any thoughts about men in his heart, as if he was not carrying a beautiful woman with a unique temperament and a delicate body. Rather, it is a huge mountain, a huge mountain that makes people feel hopeless at first sight, and he is the Foolish Old Man who is moving the mountain...

Huh... I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I have to lose weight, I have to lose weight! If you continue like this, when you get married, you can flatten your man directly on the wedding bed... He gasped and said no more. Tang En's feet were running very fast. I didn’t even forget to make fun of her.

Then let it go. Xia Wei'an curled her lips, and Xia Wei'an, who had just escaped from the trial platform with her life, seemed to be in a good mood and had no consciousness of being a burden at all. She hugged Tang En's neck tightly, You took the group behind you and ran here. , where do you want to go?”

Hey! I'm warning you not to provoke me. Do you really think I don't dare to leave you... Huh... wait a minute. The terrain here is not complicated enough and I can't let go. Huh...

There is no need to elaborate. Xia Wei'an, who has experienced many battles, can certainly understand what Tang En means. The current situation is that Tang En can only let go of Xia Wei'an before he can free his hands and feet to carry out counterattack. But the key is that the current terrain is not complex enough, and Tang En cannot temporarily get rid of the rear tracking sight. So if Xia Wei'an is put down at this time, she will probably be killed by the air-level powerhouse chasing her with one move...

Then you need to run a little faster. At your current speed... Looking back, Xia Wei'an said calmly. In the sky directly behind us, three minutes. An air-level warrior can catch up with us. On the street on the right, in about five minutes, the cannon fodder you mentioned earlier should be able to get around to our route.

Huh... That's easy to say. Come and try to speed up. He said without hesitation, Tang En's eyes had already taken in the surrounding terrain, and then he suddenly stopped, changed his route, and headed towards a three-story attic building on the right. Run quickly.

He did not enter, but stopped at the outer wall of the west side of the attic, temporarily disappearing from the sight of the air-level warriors who were chasing after him.

Take a rest! Putting down Xia Wei'an, Tang Enyan explained briefly and concisely, then waved his hand, raised his head with squinted eyes, and took a deep breath, as if to even out his rapid breathing.

In just a short moment, Xia Wei'an watched Tang En's ups and downs of chest slowly subside, and couldn't help but nodded lightly, showing a hint of admiration. This is certainly not resting, or more than just resting. Instead, he is quickly adjusting his state to the best state before the war!

That's right, Tang En is going to take action.

The plan always failed to keep up with the changes, because the previous aunt with a strong sense of justice, Tang En and the others' whereabouts were exposed a little early, and they were soon targeted by the nearby earth-level warriors and the incoming air-level powerhouses. At Tang En's current speed, it would be impossible to escape. Only by killing these two people quickly can we have a chance to reach that complex terrain.

And this is what makes Xia Wei'an confused. Needless to say, he was an earth-level warrior. Xia Wei'an believed that if Tang En was really murderous, it would not be impossible to defeat his opponent in a single meeting. But air-level experts are different. Even if Tang En has a variety of weird assassination methods, even if Tang En is stronger than his opponent, in a battle in the endless air, the opponent can move forward and retreat freely, and no matter how you look at it, the winner cannot be determined in a short time. .

And as far as Xia Wei'an knew, although Tang En had air-level strength, he never liked flying in the air. The only time she fought in the air was when she waved her gun to help throw her up...

…

The pursuers came very quickly, and while Xia Wei'an was thinking, the air-level expert who was chasing after him finally came face to face with Tang En for the first time.

A short old man wearing a navy blue robe and a goatee, who looked like an ordinary man.

It should be that he had a similar idea to Xia Wei'an. The empty-level old man appeared very openly and without any intention of calling Wen Silin and others over. He just stood in the sky on the left side of the attic, looking directly at Yi Yiyi with a slightly scrutinizing gaze. Tang En, who was dressed as a knight of light, seemed curious but also a little disdainful.

Angelo. Xia Wei'an squinted her eyes, looked at the air-level old man who completely ignored her existence, frowned and called out his name.

There were not many air-level warriors, so given Xia Wei'an's previous status, it was not surprising to know him. Huh... Do you know him? An acquaintance? After slowly exhaling his last breath, Tang En looked up and down and asked casually.

Shaking his head, Xia Wei'an looked a little disgusted: No, I've just heard of it. He has been famous for a long time. He is good at using a pair of unique iron claws and enjoys cutting up enemies piece by piece. He is extremely cruel... If I remember correctly, he His current identity should be that of King Bran!

Haha, identity doesn't matter. As long as I have no friendship with you, then this matter will be easy to handle. Listening to Xia Wei'an's slightly worried reminder, Tang En smiled, didn't say much, raised his hand and said politely He pointed at Angelo, retracted it, and slowly passed it across his neck, grinning with sharp teeth.

Throat cutting ceremony!

There is no good opponent in a fight. Since they are enemies, there is nothing to say.

Angelo's old face turned livid when he saw this. The robe stirred. I don’t know when my hands were covered with a pair of blood-stained iron claws. He waved and roared: Young man is seeking death! At this moment, Angelo quickly made a decision in his heart. He must personally use his iron claws to cut every piece of flesh and blood from this ignorant boy!

However, as soon as the word death was written, before Angelo could put the cruel thoughts in his heart into actual action, a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a wisp of light from a strange blade was directly passed to his throat. The killing intent is so cold!

Uh... Not to mention how distraught Angelo was at this moment, Xia Wei'an below was completely stunned. She was sitting next to Tang En. One moment, she was watching him turn over his hand and reveal the dagger, but the next moment, he suddenly disappeared from the spot and arrived directly in front of Angelo. It's as if the tens of feet of distance between them don't exist at all...

Teleport? Space magic?

Xia Wei'an subconsciously shook her head in denial. Although Tang En's martial arts skills were a bit weird, they were within the category of warriors anyway, and he definitely couldn't be a space magician.

But if that's the case, how did he manage to cross a distance of dozens of feet in an instant?

Roar!!!

He barely suppressed the doubts in his heart. Xia Wei'an, who was awakened by Angelo's angry and prolonged roar, squinted her eyes and looked up into the air...with her mouth half-opened. Stunned again.

Attack, defend, attack, attack, attack... In just a short moment, some claw shadows were directly swallowed up by the blade light several times or hundreds of times, and Angelo's embarrassed figure was also looming, like a wave on the violent sea. Ye Bianzhou is on the verge of collapse.

Close combat! Or close combat!

Xia Wei'an has fought against Tang En many times, so she naturally knows Tang En's fighting style very well. It is no exaggeration to say that Xia Wei'an believes that on the ground, if Tang En brings him into the rhythm of close combat, even if the opponent's fighting spirit is one level higher than his, it will be basically useless.

But that was only on the ground. Xia Wei'an had no idea that in mid-air without any focus, Tang En's perverted close combat skills were still as sharp as before... This was different from the fierce aerial battle in the academy. Although Tang En was also fighting in the air, it was obvious that Tang En was not used to it. He was like trying to pull chestnuts out of the fire, seeking leverage from the enemy in a narrow escape.

This time it was different. Tang En did not deliberately look for leverage on Angelo, nor did he stand upright in the void. Instead, he used a method similar to the teleportation just now, constantly flashing around Angelo's body, dying. Deadly suppression.

Like close combat in the air on the ground?

These words sounded a bit convoluted, but it was Xia Wei'an's confused and confused mood right now. He looked at Tang En in a daze, as if he was watching a monster-looking space magician, very skillfully wielding a dagger to fight with people. It's over. Still have the upper hand...

This scene is so inconsistent!

…

Well, no matter what Xia Wei'an thinks now, she has confirmed one thing. That is Angelo, who has been famous for a long time and has a cruel style. This time he was completely defeated!

This is almost the truth. Angelo, who is an air-level strongman, only said one sentence after he appeared on the stage, and then he never had a chance to speak again - suppressed, infinitely suppressed, and was infinitely suppressed!

In fact, judging from the iron claws on his hands, this Angelo should be a good hand in close combat. This may also be the reason why he looked at Tang En earlier with some scrutiny and disdain. But this time he met a real expert. He lasted for about a minute, and finally,

Ah - howled miserably, and among the sparks, two afterimages were suddenly thrown out of the battle circle, drawing two lines of bloody arcs in the air. Those were two iron claws, two iron claws broken at the wrist and connected to the palms!

Immediately afterwards, the shrill howl suddenly stopped, like a rooster whose neck was suddenly pinched.

In the sky, thousands of blades of light disappeared. Only Tang En held the dagger in his backhand, twisted his waist and stepped forward, using a posture with great tension and beauty, drawing out a long, faint and blurred blood line.

In front of him, Angelo's short body leaned back as hard as he could, and his gray head was raised high, as if he was trying to avoid something. However, the exposed part of the neck was already marked with a horrific bloody mouth with broken bones visible...

Throat cutting is also a kind of etiquette. But if you give out any courtesy, there is no reason to take it back!

At this point, the outcome is decided! Life or death is decided!

…

Below, Xia Wei'an stared blankly at this visually stunning scene, feeling as if time had stopped, and she was speechless and could not speak.

Immediately, the bloodline faded and the body fell.

Huh... what a pervert! He murmured in a low voice, letting out the turbid air that had been held in his chest for a long time. Xia Wei'an shook his head and looked away, slightly pursed his lips, feeling suddenly a little disappointed. Even at this moment, he suddenly understood Wen Silin's psychology.

The guy who had been chased by him all the way to the Northern Wilderness for thousands of miles without being able to escape seemed to be stronger and left him far behind... No wonder the disciple of the Sword God, who was like the emperor's arrogant son, couldn't help but Feeling jealous...

Lost in thought, Xia Wei'an suddenly frowned and turned to look to the right. A few feet away, a middle-aged man holding a heavy sword had just turned the corner of the attic. He was panting, his chest heaving, as if he had run a long way.

It was the prefecture-level warrior who first discovered the traces of Tang En and the two.

But now his attention is not at all on Xia Wei'an who is very close. Instead, he opens his mouth and raises his head, looking stupidly into the air... It is said that it is better to come early than to come by chance. The timing of this middle-aged man's appearance is very coincidental, just right. I caught up with the scene where Tang En killed Angelo.

Of course, if given another chance, it’s hard to say whether he would still be chasing after him like this...

The next moment, the middle-aged man blinked, then blinked again, his mouth opened wider, his face full of shock and astonishment.

It turned out that Tang En, who was still in the air just now, instantly dissipated like light smoke in the breeze and disappeared.

Thinking of something, the middle-aged man subconsciously looked around his body, holding the heavy sword tightly, with a nervous look on his face.

However, at this time, Are you looking for me? A palm stretched out from behind quietly placed on the big man's shoulder.

With a faint voice, the middle-aged man's body suddenly stiffened.

Ha, although I have always believed that being a cannon fodder requires you to have the consciousness of being a cannon fodder, but your awareness is too high... Then, goodbye...

…………(To be continued...)