For the Necromancer, the concept of equipment is very vague.
The best equipment is the psychic creatures in their hands.
So when Ding Xiaoyi mentioned that he wanted to use the equipment, No. 45 suddenly realized that except for the invisibility when Ding Xiaoyi first approached him, it seemed that Ding Xiaoyi had never used the special abilities of psychic creatures until now.
For a moment, No. 45's heart trembled, and a feeling of impending disaster enveloped his heart.
However, what happened next was beyond his expectation.
Ding Xiaoyi magically took out two black daggers.
The pitch black daggers are cold and dull, one is slender like a sword and the other is short and curved like a hook.
What's strange is that the dagger looks very rough. It's hard to tell what kind of material it is made of. It looks more like it's been polished.
And I didn't feel a single bit of psychic energy fluctuation on these two daggers.
"I don't use my psychic powers to bully you. From now on, as long as you can force me to use my psychic powers, I will let you go!"
Ding Xiaoyi could see that No. 45's spiritual energy had been almost exhausted.
He simply gathered his own spiritual energy and no longer used his spiritual energy to suppress No. 45. What he wanted was to use No. 45 to hone his "Shallow Water Swimming Dragon" that he had just learned from Mr. Chen.
After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words, No. 45's eyes turned cold. He knew exactly what Ding Xiaoyi meant, and he actually wanted to use himself to sharpen his combat skills.
Is this treating him as a target?
For a moment, No. 45 felt an evil fire in his heart. He was also among the top 20 masters on the killer list.
Being insulted like this by a young boy? I just heard him squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "You are looking for death!!"
Then, he fiercely aimed at Ding Xiaoyi and rushed forward.
Without the psychic protection, Ding Xiaoyi is still just a rookie in his eyes.
A shallow sense of combat is far from the real top-notch masters.
The Ghost Waiter in his hand exhaled a stream of spiritual energy from the gun and turned into a short knife.
His blade drew in the air, a series of extremely sharp threads of dark golden light, curling towards Ding Xiaoyi.
The two of them collided head-on!
Ding Xiaoyi had two daggers in his hands, long-term attack and short-term defense, but in a confrontation, No. 45 was almost stabbed straight through his chest.
"You're too young!"
No. 45's attack was almost crazy. Perhaps it was because he was beaten by Ding Xiaoyi before, or perhaps because he was unwilling to accept that after so many years of training, he was easily surpassed by a bad guy.
Seizing the opportunity to counterattack, No. 45 launched an all-out attack, like a furious lion.
Faced with No. 45's sarcasm, Ding Xiaoyi did not respond. He was like a shrunken turtle, silently taking on No. 45's stormy offensive.
"Bang bang bang..."
The rapid collision and fighting sound only lasted for about twenty seconds, but Ding Xiaoyi's body had already been covered with several more blood stains.
Even though the situation was unfavorable, what surprised No. 45 was that Ding Xiaoyi actually did not use psychic power to protect his body.
Instead, he is very focused on competing with himself.
For a moment, I even knew that this kid was using himself to sharpen his fighting ability.
But No. 45 already felt some admiration for Ding Xiaoyi in his heart, but the more this happened, the more violent he became.
Of course he would not give up just like that if he had hope of living.
"master!"
Wangcai was a little anxious. It was obvious that Ding Xiaoyi was completely at a disadvantage.
This is not because Old Man Chen’s teachings were bad.
If it weren't for this set of "Shallow Water Dragon" with both offense and defense, Ding Xiaoyi would have lost long ago.
There is a huge gap between the two in their fighting skills, fighting awareness, and other aspects.
After all, No. 45 truly fought his way from many masters to where he is today.
What's more, the two people's mentality at this time is different.
Ding Xiaoyi is training himself, but No. 45 is desperately trying to survive.
If he continues, even if he is prosperous, he will worry that he will end up sailing in the gutter.
But in the face of Wangcai's anxious shouts, Ding Xiaoyi seemed to ignore them and kept retreating step by step from the crazy attack in front of him. It seemed that No. 45 had the upper hand.
"Boom boom~~"
The collision between the daggers struck, sparks bursting out every time. At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi saw that there was no way to retreat and was about to retreat to the edge of the house.
No. 45's heart was shaken, and the dagger in his hand shook violently. He saw the dagger tilted upward, and after parrying Ding Xiaoyi's slender dagger, the dagger in his hand turned into a stream of light, drawing an arc of light, and slashed straight at Ding Xiaoyi.
chest.
"you lose!"
With one slash of the knife, No. 45's eyes glowed with hope.
There is no way to hide from this sword. He doesn't believe that Ding Xiaoyi can't activate his spiritual power to protect his body.
However, when No. 45 stared at Ding Xiaoyi with hopeful eyes, he saw a pair of tough eyes staring at him like a vicious wolf with the black dagger waving.
Suddenly No. 45’s heart skipped a beat.
In an instant, the short and curved dagger in Ding Xiaoyi's hand suddenly gave up his previous passive defense and slashed across No. 45's throat.
"He's crazy!!"
Faced with such a strategy of mutual destruction, No. 45 felt a chill in his heart, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the point of origin.
"Impossible, he doesn't dare! He will definitely use psychic energy to protect his body!"
While screaming in his heart, No. 45 locked his eyes tightly on Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, hoping to see a hint of wavering in these eyes.
It's just that he was obviously disappointed.
"No!"
Seeing the dagger getting closer and closer, No. 45 finally could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He made a quick stroke with the dagger in his hand, quickly changed direction and struck across the dagger.
"boom!"
The moment the two came into contact, a strange and unintelligible whine came from No. 45's ears, and he saw the ghost waiter in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly opened a hole the size of a fingernail.
It wasn't time for him to feel distressed about this.
A black light flashed, and the next second a splash of blood splashed on No. 45's chest. Only the bones could be seen, blood flowed across the chest, and the body fell heavily to the ground.
Before he could stand up, the slender long dagger was already pressed against his throat.
"you lose!"
Ding Xiaoyi's voice made No. 45 startled. He stared blankly at the slender dagger in front of him. He felt ridiculous for a moment. He actually lost??
If Ding Xiaoyi in front of him uses his spiritual power, there is no shame in being unable to defeat him.
After all, this guy's psychic ability is too strong.
His own attacks were completely ineffective, and all his techniques were useless in the face of this kind of power.
But when Ding Xiaoyi gave up the use of psychic power and fought with him hand-to-hand, he had an absolute advantage, but he still lost to the opponent??
For a moment, No. 45 had a look of shame, horror and even confusion on his face, as if he was unable to accept this reality.
Looking at No. 45's confused look, Ding Xiaoyi said: "You have such a strong desire to win!"
No. 45's heart trembled, as if he had caught something, but he didn't understand what the key was?
In fact, when he removed the psychic power from his body and told No. 45 that he could let him go as long as he forced himself to use psychic protection.
Ding Xiaoyi planted a seed in No. 45's heart.
A seed of hope.
It was this seed that made No. 45 use all his strength in the fierce battle with him. As the wounds on his body increased, it further catalyzed the seed to take root and sprout.
When an assassin has a strong desire to survive, he has already lost!
"good very good!"
After No. 45 figured out where he had lost, he burst out laughing, with a bit of bitterness on his face.
That's right, my desire to survive is too strong.
Perhaps I have long since lost the determination to regard life and death as nothing in the death arena.
These years of wandering between life and death have made him cherish life more and more.
Is there any problem with this?
Of course not, but for an assassin, he is already dead!
After understanding this, No. 45 grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's blade, held the blade against his throat, and stared at Ding Xiaoyi in front of him with slightly evil eyes.
"Although I don't know how you did it, I can feel that you haven't killed anyone yourself!"
The feeling is completely different between those who have killed someone and those who have not.
He knew very well that the murderous aura on Ding Xiaoyi's knife was still too weak and too childish, just because the hand holding the knife had been stained with blood.
After No. 45 finished speaking, he smiled sinisterly and stood up sharply.
"Chi!"
For a moment, blood spattered on Ding Xiaoyi's palm along the incision. The hot blood even felt a bit burning.
Ding Xiaoyi's face froze, but soon, he gritted his teeth and sent the dagger forward.
He felt the faint trembling from Ding Xiaoyi's palm along the blade.
The corner of No. 45's mouth curled up, and his eyes were even more excited than Ding Xiaoyi's, as if he was the winner.
Although I have killed many people, men, women, girls, and children.
He even slit the throat of a noble lady when she bit him.
But what left the deepest impression was that he stabbed his own teacher to death.
That was his first time killing someone.
Even after many years, I still have lingering fear every time I think about it.
This is Pandora's box. Once opened, it can never be closed again.
Among their ranks of dead soldiers, this is also a legacy and honor.
As his consciousness gradually blurred, Ghost Waiter No. 45's pupils gradually dilated. As the world in front of him quickly blurred, he couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Hey, although losing is ugly, dying is quite interesting!"
"boom!"
Looking at the corpse that fell in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi slowly pulled out the dagger. His expressionless expression made it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, but the slight trembling between his fingers betrayed the uneasiness and horror in his heart.
What fell in a pool of blood was not a pig, a chicken, or an insignificant ant.
But a human being with the same identity as myself.
When the blade pierced the throat of the same kind, the impact felt like that, even though I was prepared in my heart, I still felt scared for a moment.
But after the fear passed, there was an indescribable feeling.
It is rare for a dog-headed strategist to get rich, so he closed his mouth and chose to remain silent.
Everyone's understanding of the shock of killing someone for the first time is different.
Perhaps for some people who are naturally bloodthirsty, it will be a feast like taking opium.
It's even like being addicted to drugs and being unable to extricate yourself.
But for the vast majority of people, even well-trained warriors will feel a strong sense of discomfort in their hearts.
Of course, this discomfort will soon pass and then become numb step by step.
"Let's go!"
At this time, Ding Xiaoyi put away the dagger in his hand, suppressed the feeling of stomach discomfort, and quickly hid. He knew very well that Wang Qi was still waiting for him to provide support.
