There was cold sweat dripping on Heji's forehead.
He obviously found that he couldn't figure out the real strength of the assassin, so there was only one possibility, that the strength of the assassin was even higher than his own. With his boss and crush watching on the sidelines, Heji was under considerable psychological pressure.
Bai Huang was very optimistic, with her hips on her hips, as if her plan had succeeded, she said loudly:
"Go ahead, Heggie. Teach the bastard who dared to underestimate me!"
Heji's sword made a slight arc.
His tense body was ready to go like an arrow on a string, and Bai Huang's order was like pressing the starting gun. At that moment, Heji went up with the sword. His swordsmanship is open and close, and as an attacker, he has extremely strong suppressing power. Every slash is like a silver bottle being broken. Wherever the sword edge passes, night is like day.
The assassin held the dagger in his backhand, stepped back quickly, and blocked Heji's sword several times.
The two fought for two or three rounds, Heji changed his hands to the sword, stepped back half a step with his left leg, and lowered his body. After pausing for half a second, six silver sword lights shot out from different angles in an instant, pointing directly at the assassin's vitals. The sword light shattered the green bricks, stirred up sand and dust, and blurred his vision.
"Nice job!"
Bai Huang spoke highly of it, Heji frowned, and suddenly shouted:
"Be careful, Lord Baihuang!"
The smoke cleared, and the place where the assassin stood was empty.
Of course, Heji didn't know the law of "smoke doesn't hurt", but he obviously felt that he didn't have a hit, so he suddenly called out to remind Baihuang. But it was still a step too late, the figure that appeared behind Bai Huang looked like a ghost, and the dagger in his hand was about to reach Bai Huang's fair neck.
At this moment, a sword blocked the path of the dagger, and the moment the blade collided with the dagger, a small gap was opened on the blade of the dagger.
Although it is embarrassing to bully people with the sharpness of the weapon, the long sword [Youlong] is only affordable by the lord after all, and it is more than enough to deal with ordinary weapons.
The distance Heggy missed, Alayah caught up.
She ran towards Bai Huang immediately, and also blocked the assassin's knife at the critical moment.
But the situation is still not optimistic.
Alaya's right arm was injured, and the sword confrontation with the assassin caused the wound to burst open and dripping with blood. But she didn't retreat because of this, as if nothing had happened, she stepped forward with her sword in both hands, forcefully pushing the assassin back from Bai Huang's side.
But still a problem.
Neither Alayah nor Heji could leave a scar on the assassin.
Even touching the corner of her clothes seemed out of reach.
Aleya's style of play is also called "mad dog style" by those who don't know how to play. He rushed desperately, with no thought of retreating at all. I, Alaya, just want to kill everyone today, or be beaten to death by you, probably this is how I feel. The assassin frowned, and seemed to find her a bit difficult.
Of course, it's just that the style of play is a bit difficult.
Aliya's hard power is still a bit behind that of the opponent.
Alaiya is a genius, but she didn't start practicing swords until she entered the city lord's mansion when she was a teenager, and she didn't have any natural talents and earth treasures to support her body, so she made up for it through hard work. Facts have proved that when fighting, no one cares about age, gender, status, and no one cares about how your martial arts came about. Only hard power is the bargaining chip that determines the outcome.
This time it's five rounds. After a few seconds, the assassin slashed at Alaiya's wrist with the back of the knife again. Alaiya let out a pained snort, and the sword in her hand was about to fall out. Tightening his blood-soaked hand, he forcibly thrust out the last sword.
Is this sword important
Of course it is important!
Because behind the assassin, two or three meters high in the air, Heji held the sword in both hands, and slammed down like a slam dunk.
This sword is like thunder.
The assassin dodged Alaya's sword, but ran into Heji's sword energy.
The silver-white sword light exploded, taking away all vision in an instant. When the sword light dissipated, the eyes couldn't react for a while. When he regained his vision, he could see Heji standing there, in front of him was a big pit that was still smoking. The blue bricks with a radius of tens of meters were all shattered into pieces, and near the place where he fell the sword, even the exposed soil turned into scorched black.
Bai Huang said loudly:
"Heggie! Alayah! Are you okay?"
Alaiya shook her head, her left hand was covering her right forearm, her expression was not very good.
Heji stared blankly at the pothole in front of him, cold sweat dripping down on the ground.
Still no hit feel!
Suddenly, like a classic scene in a horror movie, all the torches on the outer wall of the granary were extinguished, leaving only the farthest torch still burning silently. Someone stood under the torch, and the shadow was dragged very long. In the next second, her figure quietly disappeared.
There is only endless darkness around.
Fear crept into my heart.
Heji clenched the sword in his hand and said loudly:
"Master Baihuang, let's go!"
In the darkness, Bai Huang looked left and right, and still said unwillingly:
"But if we leave now, Granary..."
She didn't finish.
Only the dull sound like a sandbag falling to the ground was heard.
"Master Baihuang?"
Heji called out, but no one answered in the darkness. He gritted his teeth and fell into anger, but before he could utter the words of swearing, there was already a lot of wind behind him.
Heji swung his sword back, and the silver light swept across the familiar scenery, only illuminating everything around him for a moment.
The next moment, something hit him hard on the back of the neck. Heji took two steps forward staggeringly, leaning on his sword to support himself, but the assassin hit him with another hand knife, which completely shattered him. The last persistence.
Darkness is the most suitable stage for assassins to perform.
Concealment, assassination, and darkness again is like an art.
Alaiya still didn't give up, but because of the serious injury, the hand holding the sword had already started to tremble unnaturally.
She looked around hard, trying to find the assassin's whereabouts.
But until the assassin knocked her down with one blow, she didn't notice this ghostly girl approaching her quietly.
All members of the Baihuang team are in a coma.
It can be said that the unscathed assassin appeared in front of the last torch without making a sound, and his shadow was still very long.
She took down the torch, walked to the door of the granary, and threw the torch into the granary.
The torch drew a perfect arc in the air and landed on the dry grain.
The assassin didn't look any further, the mission was completed, which meant she should leave too.
But just three steps away, she suddenly touched her face with her hand.
What the fingertips touch is not the familiar fabric texture, but the smooth and cold skin.
The mask was gone—or so she thought.
So the assassin hurriedly turned his head, and found that the torch he threw into the granary did not start a fire as he imagined, but went out strangely, creating the real darkness.
I stood at the door of the granary, throwing the empty broken iron bucket aside. Then he put the black mask on his right index finger, twirled it like a handkerchief, and asked the assassin with a smile:
"... Are you looking for this?"