Three of the five-man team were killed by Zhuo Ran. Even the fourth-level powerhouse Huang Ju was already feeling a little irritable.
He was sitting in the rest area, and behind him was an assassin who had not yet entered the battle. He turned around and saw that the assassin behind him, who was shorter and thinner than him, had already begun to prepare, and had taken out his weapon, waiting for his order.
"Kill him with speed. Don't worry about anything else." Huang Ju was actually unwilling to fight in person.
The assassin in yellow nodded and said, "Don't worry, he will die."
Zhuoran frowned and looked at the assassin who was wrapped in yellow clothes, at his young face, at his thin body, and said: "I suggest you retreat, you look so malnourished,
I can’t bear to do anything to you.”
When the assassin heard this, an angry look appeared on his little yellow face, and he said: "You are still uttering arrogant words when you are about to die. I think you are trying to please others."
Zhuoran smiled and said: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot in front of you."
"Then let me see your true strength." The little assassin held a one-foot dagger in his right hand, while his left hand held a half-foot short blade. His combination of weapons shocked Zhuo Ran. Look again
His gestures and the aura on his body are vaguely similar to the two assassins who studied in the East. This is an assassin who has been taught by the assassins of the East. His skills and awareness are probably much higher than those of the assassins native to the Holy Continent.
Come.
"I see, no wonder you have such confidence. Okay, just let me practice your assassination skills for a while."
Zhuo Ran picked up the Wushang Sword in his hand and stood ready.
The assassin moved his feet, and his thin figure rushed out. He was in front of Zhuo Ran almost in the blink of an eye. Light blue fighting spirit faintly escaped around the body, like wisps of dreamy blue smoke, which looked mysterious.
It's unpredictable, giving people a faint sense of yearning.
"Holy Assassin!"
Countless people exclaimed!
Compared with all the contestants around the arena, no one expected that the Huangju Group not only had a Holy Swordsman, but also a Holy Assassin. Facing such a lineup, everyone around them felt helpless.
A Holy Swordsman is already superior to them. If you add an elusive Holy Assassin, it will be impossible to match. In such a situation, it is much better to just admit defeat than to fight.
Zhuo Ran was also shocked. Unexpectedly, the opponent turned out to be a fourth-level powerhouse. His magic power was currently at the peak of the second level, and his fighting spirit was only at the third level. To defeat the opponent, he would undoubtedly need to use his brain. Otherwise, he had a feeling that a little
If you are careless, you may capsize in the gutter and become a loser.
Ding!
Zhuoran retreated and raised his sword to block the dagger attack. The powerful vibration from the Wushang Sword made his entire right arm numb. If the Wushu Sword wasn't worth two hundred thousand gold coins,
Thing, it is estimated that with just one blow, the weapon in his hand may be turned into thousands of sharp fragments.
"Ice pick flurry!"
Since his identity as a magician has been revealed, there is no need to hide it. He estimated that many people here had obtained information about him. He began to use magic to fight the enemy.
Dozens of ice picks appeared instantly, surrounded his body, and started spinning about a meter away from him. The coldness was accompanied by a cold light, and the cold light was mixed with coldness. He was now like a hedgehog with sharp iron thorns.
Anyone who wants to touch him will have to endure the iron thorns.
The Holy Assassin stopped and carefully looked at the ice cone around Zhuo Ran. He really saw the scene of Zhuo Ran showing off his power just now. Such power made even him, a fourth-level strongman, feel a little frightened. Magician
Magic often has incredible power and can reverse the situation.
"thorn mang!"
The Holy Assassin gave a low shout, waved his hands continuously, and cone-shaped blue blades shot out. The sound of the swishing wind shocked Zhuo Ran. The energy level of the fourth level fighting spirit was higher than the current level.
The magic power and fighting spirit that Zhuoran masters are superior to others. Under such crushing energy, his magic and fighting spirit defenses will be powerless.
Zhuo Ran moved his steps and quickly jumped to the side. However, half of the ice picks around him were still swept by the blue blade, and instantly shattered into ice shards and scattered on the ground.
The blue blade light continued unabated and hit the magic barrier fiercely. The ripples it caused were actually more and larger than his icicles just now. This shows that these few inconspicuous short-term ripples were
The short blade has more destructive power than the icicle he just used. If he was hit by such an attack, it would probably kill him instantly.
"Good guy, is the fourth-level strong man already so powerful?" Zhuo Ran was surprised in his heart, "With his current reserve of fighting spirit, if he keeps casting such a blade, I won't even have a chance to fight back. Moreover, look at his skills.
With speed, it's not easy to deal with. I didn't expect that there is such a strong person hidden in the Huangju group. It will be really difficult now."
Zhuoran dispersed the ice pick and had a preliminary understanding of the opponent's strength. It was better to save some magic power now. He was about fifty meters away from the Holy Assassin, and began to move slowly while holding the Wushu Sword.
The Holy Assassin smiled faintly and said: "I didn't expect you to react very quickly, but you will still be killed by me." After the words fell, the Holy Assassin suddenly shot out, and his body rushed towards Zhuoran like an arrow.
A faint blue fighting energy lingered around him, like clouds and mist, increasing his body's power and explosive power.
Zhuoran's eyes widened and he stood motionless, waiting for the attack.
boom!
When the Saint Assassin passed through fifty meters in an instant, he raised his dagger and was about to pierce Zhuo Ran's chest, an ice wall suddenly appeared in front of him, and it happened to get stuck in his body, causing him to hit hard.
He went up. However, with the light blue fighting spirit escaping from his body, he did not suffer any damage at all. He kicked out and the ice wall shattered into slag.
Zhuo Ran tightened his body and quickly moved away, avoiding the fatal blow of the Holy Assassin. But just when he was about to arrange the next magic, he suddenly found that the figure of the Holy Assassin had disappeared, and he was immediately horrified.
"laugh!"
There was a sound of piercing the air behind him, and then Zhuo Ran felt his right shoulder being pierced by a sharp knife. The heartbreaking pain made his eyes darken and he almost fainted.
"Get away!"
Thunder Dou Qi burst out, and the electric current made the Saint Assassin feel slightly numb. He pulled out the dagger and distanced himself instantly. This is what an assassin should do, to escape immediately after a blow and wait for the opportunity to strike again until he or the target dies.
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The dagger was pulled out fiercely, blood spurted out, and it actually spurted out for more than a foot. Zhuo Ran's body swayed slightly in pain, his back was soaked with blood, and his gray robe changed color, looking extremely miserable.
"Brother Zhuoran!" Wendy exclaimed and was about to go to Tai Lai, but was caught by Yun Qing.
"Believe Zhuoran."
Lian Na's body trembled when she heard this, and Yun Qing's words silenced the two girls who wanted to riot. The main house's power was quite powerful.
The Holy Assassin shook off the blood on the dagger and said: "Yes, yes, you have evaded my attacks three times in a row. However, next time, I think you will definitely die."
Zhuo Ran froze his right shoulder, turned around, stared at the Holy Assassin coldly and said: "You will never have a next time."
The Saint Assassin smiled disdainfully and said: "Are you joking again? There is no next time? What are you going to do to stop me? With your rank or with your injured body? Don't lie, so that you can still be alive when I start to kill you.
Be smart. Otherwise, I will make you suffer and die."
Zhuo Ran's facial muscles twitched slightly, and the severe pain made him unbearable. His right hand was disabled and he couldn't even lift it. He picked up the Wuxia Sword that fell on the ground with his left hand, silently extracted the magic power, and gathered it into
Space magic power. Then, after transferring the magic power into the sword body, a thin layer of silver-white space power is covered on the sword body, a space power that looks completely similar to thunder fighting energy.
He stood quietly, but arrogantly mocked: "Isn't he just a little assassin? A dirty scumbag who only attacks people from behind. Do you think you are really powerful? If you dare to charge forward again
, I will let you know what death is, believe me, I can definitely do it. When the time comes, I really want to see if you still have the face to brag about yourself here. However, I think, if you die,
Is face like this still of any use to you?"
The Holy Assassin shouted angrily: "Since you want to die so quickly, then I will let you die for real!"
He rushed out violently, with shadows behind him. At this speed, even Zhuoran could not match it.
In an instant, the Holy Assassin rushed forward, as if to let Zhuo Ran know that the assassin can also kill the enemy from the front. He raised the dagger in his right hand, and the light blue fighting spirit gathered on the dagger, and fiercely aimed at Zhuo Ran.
Stab away.
"Die!" He shouted, and the dagger was already close to Zhuoran's body. The holy assassin's eyes were full of pride, and his face was full of arrogance, as if he felt that killing Zhuoran was a great achievement.
And what about Zhuoran?
He just smiled slightly, then held the sword in his left hand and swung it forward gently. In fact, the moment the Holy Assassin moved, he had already raised the Wushu Sword. On the eve of the Holy Assassin's arrival, he swung the sword.
go out.
The silver-white energy wrapped around the Wushu Sword swayed slightly. When the sword fell halfway, it suddenly detached from the sword and turned into a ball of light silver light. It instantly expanded to a range of ten meters, covering Zhuoran and the Holy Assassin.
They were all enveloped in it.
Zhuoran looked at the shock on the Saint Assassin's face, smiled slightly, and said: "It seems you are the one who will die!"
The silvery white light flashed on the Wushang Sword again, and the dimensional blade attached to the blade and cut it off fiercely.
"You're going to die!" For a brief second, or less than a second, the Holy Assassin actually moved. His whole body was full of light blue fighting spirit, and the dagger he held out fell straight towards Zhuo Ran's left chest.
Zhuo Ran's eyes widened in shock. He reacted to the situation and swung the Black Death Sword with his left hand to greet the dagger instead of killing the Holy Assassin.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound of gold and iron, and Zhuoran was knocked back by the violence, but the holy assassin was severely slashed by the dimensional blade attached to the Wushu Sword.