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Several other members of the West French Bandit watched with interest as their companion teased a young girl.

That girl Lan Xiu also knew each other, and she was a member of the mercenary team encountered in the Black Forest - Ivy.

She and her mercenary group mates, as the strongest fighters in the village, had already stood up against the West French bandits. The result is naturally self-evident, in the face of the strong strength of the West French bandits, her mercenary group is completely a mantis arm, and it collapsed in an instant.

In addition to Ivy, including Dennis, all the members of their mercenary group were knocked down without suspense, some died on the spot, and some were still dying, lying on the ground, allowing others to watch the last moments of life pass.

It's like a dying animal, being admired for its last struggle.

At this moment, only Ivy was still standing.

It's not that Ivy is the strongest in their mercenary group, on the contrary, this girl is the weakest martial artist in her mercenary group, and she has only just stepped into the second order.

She was the only one standing only because......

The people of the West France thieves just want to play with her more.

Ivy has long curly soft and shiny hair, clear eyebrows, like a small plum blossom quietly blooming in this small village, elegant and indifferent, which has a special attraction, and it has also made her fall into the current situation.

Looking at the man in front of her who was simply teasing her like a cat playing a mouse, the girl bit her lower lip unwillingly, her eyes full of resentment. Once again, she mobilized her fighting spirit to the limit, swung the short sword in her hand, and stabbed the man fiercely with all her might.

Perhaps for people who don't know how to fight, this short sword is indeed menacing, cold and abnormal, making people have no time to react.

But...... The target of Ivy's attack was the members of the West French Bandit Troupe, whose fighting spirit level was much higher than her, and who also had extremely rich combat experience. In the man's eyes, Ivy's attack was slow and blunt, and this kind of pitiful and ridiculous struggle of the weak, trying to hurt him?

It's just that the grasshopper shakes the tree, and it can't measure itself.

He didn't pay attention to it at all.

The man smiled and waved his hand, and Ivy struck with all her might, which he easily defused. Ivy's all-out struggle, and the man's easy resolution, formed a stark contrast, the villagers were silent, they had long been numb.

Even, with that seemingly random wave of his hand, the man's domineering strength, made Ivy fly out without resistance and fall to the ground.

Tears swirled in Ivy's eyes, since she was a child, how could she have been teased like this, faced with such a scene?

Ivy is just an ordinary girl.

"What, that's it?"

The man admired Ivy falling to the ground, looked at Ivy who didn't get up, and laughed unconsciously.

“……”

Ivy bit her lower lip and clenched her hands.

In fact, she knew that she couldn't beat the man in front of her.

Yes, she did, but ...... Even if she can't beat it, she still has to fight. As long as she still has the strength to resist, she will fight until the last moment!

Ivy got up from the ground again, took a deep breath, and prepared to strike again.

The man didn't intervene in the slightest, squinting at Ivy as she was about to fight again. This gesture of a moth to a fire is really wonderful, and what is even more enjoyable is that such an unyielding person will be easily subdued and ravaged by him, and in the end, he will be completely conquered.

"Die!!"

As if to cheer herself on, this time Ivy shouted, and attacked the man in front of her again and again.

Unhurried, with a confident smile, the man stepped out slowly, intending to dissolve Ivy's attack again as before.

“？？！”

The man was too lightly attacked, and the understatement fell into the eyes of the fully guarded and highly nervous Ivy, and she finally caught some clues. With a sliding step, Ivy turned calmly, and in the eyes of everyone, it seemed like a miracle to dodge the man's attack, and then the dagger reached out again, swinging at him.

Thorny-

The dagger slashed through the man's body, leaving a shallow trail of blood.

"Shhh

Seeing this scene, the rest of the West French thieves suddenly let out a burst of boos and burst into laughter.

"Okay, you?"

"Hahaha, I was injured by a second-order early stage!"

They were so happy that the man's face suddenly turned unpleasant.

After Ivy successfully stabbed the man in front of her, before she had time to cheer up, she was shocked by the sudden explosion of fighting energy on the man's body.

The man's fighting spirit suddenly erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for a long time. He threw Ivy to the ground, then lifted his foot and stomped it down.

"Ahh

The man was not satisfied, and the foot on Ivy's back was crushed several times, and Ivy only felt that all her internal organs were about to be crushed by him, and the indescribable pain made her unable to even scream.

The man pulled out his usual knife again, the blade pointing downward, and began to cut through Ivy's clothes little by little with the tip of the knife.

Realizing what the man was going to do, Ivy's pupils narrowed sharply and she struggled frantically.

"Don't ...... Don't!!"

The man playfully watched as Ivy struggled under his feet, but he couldn't move at all, and his movements did not pause, and he deliberately slowed down the rhythm a little, making the torture even more tormenting.

At this moment, there was a sudden whistling sound in the distance.

Just as the man was aware of this, he was swept away by the arrows that swept from afar!

Boom!!

He fell to the ground with a heavy fall, an arrow with a pale blue glow stuck in his body. Immediately afterward, the terrible ice pick stabbed down one by one, like a falling meteor shower.

The ice pick, which was sharper than the tip of the blade, pierced the man's body one after another, and each time it raised a bright red blood flower, which contrasted with the bright white ice pick, red and white, shocking.

In just a moment, the scene underwent a shocking abrupt change.

By the time the West Far's thieves came to their senses, the man had already taken his last breath on the ground.

The faint turquoise light gradually dissipated in the arrows, turning into beautiful fireflies scattered in the air. Whether it's an arrow or an ice pick, each one is aimed at the vital point and kills with a move.

"Who'??!"

The members of the West France Bandits couldn't help but change their colors in unison, and looked at the original direction of the arrows in amazement.