Under the control of Kasa, the sharp dagger stabbed like a silver eagle at Cook on the high platform, and the expressionless Kasa took the assassin's body to the extreme, and after a few moves, he came to Cook's side.

Retracting the mocking smile on his face, Cook raised his Roman dagger to block it.

In a burst of sparks, daggers and daggers collided together, and the clown mask appeared in front of Cook, eyes met, and each was determined to kill.

Cook blocked one of Kasa's silver daggers, and in an instant another dagger stabbed at a strange angle, the tip of which was pointed straight at Cook's eyes.

Seeing this, Cook's pupils contracted suddenly, and he moved out with a quick step, and the sharp dagger was nailed into the huge oil painting behind him after cutting his ear, and the silk thread attached to the suffix of the silver dagger suddenly tightened, and with a shattering sound, the oil painting full of age was broken into several pieces, and the two silver daggers returned to Lisa like a swallow returning to its nest.

Turning over and standing, Cook clenched his Roman dagger in both hands, fixed on the Kasa with one eye, and then moved slowly, unconcerned by the priceless painting.

"Seeing that you care so much about the well-being of those nuns, could it be that there are any people among them who are very important to you?"

Cook used words to stimulate the clown-masked assassin as he watched the other man's mood swings.

Kasashi stood on his desk, tilted his head to look at Cook, who was leaning against the wall, and did not answer.

Kasa squatted down to open his stance, his legs as tense as bowstrings, his body like arrows off the string, and his hands flew with silver daggers, and he assassinated Cook again.

"What an impolite guy, don't think that Lao Tzu will only be passively defensive!"

With a leap of his body, Cook sped to a piece of armor scattered all over the place, picked up an infantry shield, and once again blocked the two daggers that Kasa had fired.

The round shield was smashed into two deep pits, and it seemed that it could no longer be used.

"You, is that all you have to do?"

Kasa stared at the arrogant guy hiding behind the shield and didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill him.

"Hehe, the show is just beginning. ”

Cook slowly removed his shield, revealing a pair of sinister eyes behind him.

Then, Cook slowly stood up from the ground, the dark gray standard cuirass, dark gray long knee pads and standard combat boots had been completely put on by Cook, with a knight's helmet in his arm, and in a short time Cook had draped the armor scattered on the ground on himself.

"Are you going to wear it to fight me?" five silver daggers with silk threads fell from Kasa's sleeves, "and in front of me it was no different from paper." ”

"Then you can try it!"

Cook directly abandoned the round shield and put the helmet on his head, Cook held the Roman short sword and the hat and looked at each other, and for a moment the atmosphere between the two sides became tense.

"Hehe, take a good look at how Lao Tzu tortured you to death little by little. ”

With a sneer, a wave of qi suddenly erupted from the soles of Cook's feet, and it was surprising that he, who had been passive before, chose to take the initiative.

Charging in heavy armor, Cook really had the smell of a knight's charge, and he stomped heavily on the ground and pushed sideways in a vain attempt to crush the damned assassin.

"I'm underestimating you, but the corpse shouldn't continue to speak," the five silver daggers in his sleeves suddenly fanned out behind him like a peacock opening the screen, and the blades hummed, "Secret Technique, Kaifeng!"

I saw that the cuffs of the hat were suddenly stretched open into a trumpet shape by the gushing air, and the blood groove on the five silver daggers turned pale red, the light and shadow flickered, and the daggers suddenly disappeared in place and appeared around Cook's body, without any pause, and the dagger stabbed at Cook under the traction of the silk thread.

"Ding, ding, ding. ”

The sound of five metal clashing sounded almost simultaneously, and there was not even a flash of sparks, and Cook, who was wearing heavy armor, directly crashed into the dagger that was like a bamboo.

"Didn't break the defense?" said Kasa bowed his head slightly.

"Hey, hey, are you tickling me?"

Cook slammed through the various vertical sculptures and artifacts along the way, and slashed down the head of the Kasa with the Roman dagger in his hand.

Skillfully dodging sideways, the ground under Kasa's feet instantly shattered, and Cook, who was wearing armor, seemed to be a different person, not only his attack speed was greatly improved, but his strength and explosiveness also rose to a new level.

"How about it, do you like this way of attacking? You can't just die like this, I want to play with you. ”

Drawing a Roman dagger from the shattered stone slab, Cook hammered the iron armor on his chest with a dull low thud, the frosted breastplate reflecting almost no light and with incredible defensive power.

"Is it a legacy armor made of meteoric iron? ”

"Yo Yo Yo, I still know a lot, but unfortunately, it's too late," Cook moved his shoulders, "Since the Middle Ages, there have been a thousand enemies who have died under this armor, and you are the thousandth and one!"

"Secret Technique: Strike!"

Kasa once again performed the exact same move as last time, only this time he had silver daggers popping out of both of his cuffs, and ten daggers were staring at Cook on either side of the hat.

"That's funny, poor worm, I want to see what kind of unbeaten face you have under that clown mask. ”

Putting the Roman dagger back in the card slot behind his back, Cook clenched his fists and sped up running, his heavy shoulder armor in front of him, a one-horned spike facing the Kasa.

Dodging Cook's charge again, Kasa flew to the top of another knight's armor, and he watched coldly as Kasa smashed through the solid wall with the force of the impact, and the single horn on the shoulder armor cut a hole in the wall.

"Coward, aren't you here to take my life? Why do you keep dodging? What a bullshit raven organization, I think it's just a rabble, hahaha. ”

Stripping away the sand and gravel from his armor, Cook continued to verbally stimulate Kasa as he launched another savage charge in the direction of Kasa.

Kasa's feet tapped his armor and volleyed into the air, and the ten silver daggers that fell behind him unfurled like the tail feathers of a lark, and when he turned over the top of Cook's head, the ten daggers fell at the same time and attacked the target.

Like ten snakes with bones, this time the silver dagger did not continue to cut at Cook's body, but flexibly wound around Cook's limbs and head, and then stabbed heavily into the walls and floor, ten extremely tough silk threads like ten steel cables to bind Cook in the forward rush process.

With a "snap", the hat landed lightly on the ground, and the silk thread in the cuff was immediately tightened, and Cook's body was also shocked and could no longer move a bit.

"It's... What's this trick?!"

Cook was trapped like a wooden man, unable to break free of the spider-like thread no matter how hard he tried, and could only move a small amount before being pulled back by the thread.

"Fuck, you have the ability to let go of Lao Tzu, are you assassins just going to do these tricks?"

Sensing the clown behind him getting closer, Cook tried to pull out the Roman dagger behind his back, but failed after several attempts.

Suddenly, a gloved hand rested on Cook's shoulder, and then slashed across his shoulder armor to rest on the Roman dagger.

With a "sonorous", the Roman dagger was pulled out by the Kasa.

"You... What do you want to do?!If you dare to hurt Lao Tzu, you will never want to see those nuns!" Cook exclaimed.

"Good equipment, it's a pity that it's worn on a humanoid beast, I think if the original owner of this armor learned about this, I'm afraid he would crawl out of Senluo Hell and ask for your life, right?"

Kasa slid his Roman dagger lightly over the old, dark gray heirloom armor, not even a single scratch was left on it.

"Yukiko, Suiko! Come and help me!" Cook exclaimed.

"Don't scream, the two of them didn't get out so quickly," Kasa slowly came to Cook's side, a jet-gold Roman dagger across the junction of the helmet and cuirass, "tell me where the nuns are, or I'll send you to your death at once." ”

"Hehe, don't be delusional, as long as the final hole cards are in my hand, you don't want to win, on the contrary, if I tell you where they are, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous." ”

With a "ding", the Roman dagger flew off the helmet of the Legacy Armor, and the tip of the sword was only a centimeter away from Cook's eyeball.

"Don't try to challenge my patience. Kasa's voice was a little different from before.

"Hahaha," Cook burst out laughing sharply, like a beast ready to fight to the death, "then I'll make a bet with you! Come on, kill me, do it! It's a big deal to die with those nuns, even if I go to hell, I'll torture them well!"

Hearing this, Kasa's right hand holding the Roman dagger suddenly trembled violently, and Kasa's head was also like a demon, sometimes tilted to the left, and then to the right, as if it was not under his control.

"Kill him, kill him, hey, hey, hey!" a clown's shrill laugh suddenly came from behind the mask.

"Don't, wait, don't come out, clown!" Kasa's original voice was full of anxiety.

The Clown's personality and Kasa's own personality are entangled together, and Kasa's two hands clasp his head fiercely, trying to drive the Joker's brutal personality out of his body, and the Roman short sword in his hand also falls to the ground and rolls to Cook's feet.

"Oh, schizophrenia, hahaha, poor fellow!" Cook stared at the struggling Kasa, with a gloating expression on his face, "Even God is helping me, and sure enough, the cross that I bought so much money still works." ”

"Tut-tut, it looks like you're going to die here today. ”

Cook lifted his toes with all his strength, and fell heavily under the pull of the silk thread, and the Roman short sword that had been stepped on by the iron boots flew up at once.

The dagger swirled between the two, the faces of the two facing each other on either side of the blade, one smiling madly and the other struggling in pain.