"Oh, that's right. Then why are you still hiding behind what you call a 'mongrel' and refusing to come out and fight me?"

Regarding the unwilling roar of the Hero King, Wang Yu just nodded casually and asked seemingly casually.

"And Hassan, Yan Feng Qili wants you to bring Archer back, just to replace you and become his heroic spirit. For this reason, I specially sent you to die, I don't think I can't see this with the knowledge of the old man in the mountain, right?"

Casually provoking the relationship between Assassin and Yan Feng Qili, Wang Yu adjusted his body, ready to rush forward at one time.

"Of course we know that. ”

The thin man in black stepped forward with a scimitar in his hand, leaned down and made a fighting stance.

"But even if we don't want to, what can we do?"

Before the words fell, the dark shadow had already caressed the young man's neck, leaving a trace on the pale skin that was neither deep nor shallow.

"Heh, don't you even have the courage to resist? This picture also deserves to be called the strongest killer? It's not even as good as a guard dog!"

The pitch-black shadow was swept away by the same pitch-black mist, and the nimble figure stiffened for a moment, easily split in half by Gangenir.

The blood that should have been flying everywhere seemed to be summoned by something, slowly converging and compressing into two short blades in the air, and flew straight towards the boy.

"If you're insisting, I'll play with you, Hassan. ”

Ignoring the divine weapon and allowing Levatin to turn the ground beside him into a black ice hell, the boy leaned down with his twin daggers and twisted his neck, revealing a bloodthirsty smile.

"Come, fight me. ”

As if the red rainbow had landed, the blood-colored streamer rushed into the encirclement of the Assassins with an indomitable and tragic momentum, and the one-foot-long blood dagger had already cut through a person's throat in an instant, and the blood gushing out was absorbed by the demon's blade, and the crimson color seemed to be more condensed.

Silently, Hassan gathered and surrounded the boy. The short man leaped up with strength that did not fit his body, and stabbed the short dagger in his hand towards the gap in Wang Hao's skull. As the strongest assassin, just like a cow, the weaknesses of various parts of the human body and even the gaps in the bones have been firmly remembered in his mind, and he can do it as if he were instinctive.

The burly Hassan with a single-edged heavy axe slashed horizontally, and the sharp short sword was also aimed at Wang Hao's heart.

The sinister smile on his face did not subside in the slightest, but became more crazy as he was in danger, the boy rushed towards the most powerful horizontal slash in front of him, and instantly fell to the ground, while his left hand supported the ground, the long dagger in his right hand had already broken the artery on the inner side of his thigh, so that the fierce slash suddenly slanted, and the huge inertia drove Hassan's body to lean forward, and he was almost pierced through the head by the sword that was supposed to pierce the back of the young man's heart.

After leaving a scar on his companion's face, a panicked Hassan quickly withdrew his dagger and tried to retreat.

The dwarf man in the air tapped his companion's back on tiptoe and flew like a swallow, leaving the burly Hassan.

The next moment, Hassan's body began to explode wildly, and flesh and bones shot in all directions like bullets. Grazed the short assassin's side, piercing Hassan's body with a dagger in his hand, looking like a tattered sieve.

Among the countless terrible fragments of flesh and blood, a scarlet rope suddenly flew and wrapped around the short man's ankle, pulling him out of the air and slamming him to the ground.

"Like a monkey"

The blood blade picked up the dagger that was trying to stab him in vain, and the scarlet streamer flashed, and the body of Hassan, who had been cut off from the artery, instantly dried up. Transform into magic and dissipate.

At some point, the bloody blades that turned into Western-style rappiers shot down the flying hidden weapons one by one, and the boy holding two rappiers burst into the Assassin's array, his steps were light and agile, as if he was stepping on a silent drum, and the rapier in his hand was like a musician's baton, elegantly slashing through the air, reaping the lives of his dance partners in a hearty round dance.

"Qiang Lang Lang—"

The twin swords were stacked behind his back to resist the cutting of the short knife, and Wang Yu's bent arm instantly straightened when he turned around, splitting Hassan's head in half behind him like smashing fruit, and the red and white things gushed out like tomato juice, and were absorbed by the two bloody blades.

"How, do you want to come again?"

Allowing the Assassin's shriveled corpse to collapse to the ground, the tips of Wang Yu's swords gently clasped together and hung down on the ground in front of him.

Looking up at the only remaining female assassin in the black magic of the corpse, the young man's expression was gentle and kind, like a sunny teenager.

"By the way, even if you run, you may not be able to run. ”

The six blood silks that were retracted from their bodies instantly rushed out of the wounds, and the slender silks of nearly six meters easily cut through the surrounding trees, causing them to fall with a roar.

The Assassin did not react, but remained quietly by Gilgamesh's side, as if he had given up resisting.

"That's right, you must know that the person who knows the times is Junjie, rather than Ling Chi who is stabbed by a knife after being caught up by me, it is better to have a good time like this, right?"

Slowly walking to her side, Wang Yu put the tip of his sword on Gilgamesh's neck and shook it casually.

So the blood gushed out, and the king covered the wound on his neck in panic, but to no avail, he could only watch his blood be devoured by the young man and fall into a cold death.

The short knife that was suddenly drawn and stabbed Wang Hao's head, but he was easily dodged by his head. The young man's sword slashed at the Assassin's waist at the same time, but was blocked by the dagger. The assassin, who knew that his strength was far inferior to Wang Hao, then the power from the knife stepped back a few meters, and looked at the young man vigilantly.

"Okay, I know it's fake, and there's a way to get him back. But how did you get the second Twinkle to go with you?

Kicking the corpse that turned into black smoke and drifting away, the young man's demeanor was relaxed and comfortable, not at all like on the battlefield of life and death.

The female assassin didn't answer, but her hand tightened with the dagger of the dagger.

"If you don't speak, don't speak, I just wanted to use you to exercise my martial arts on a whim, and I really didn't pay much attention to the enemies who weren't even in the two-sided path, but it seems that you will also have these few tricks - not powerful, girl, far worse than the second master." ”

Hassan of a Thousand Faces was not an assassin who was known for his martial arts, and what he or they were good at was unflawed disguise and concealment, approaching his target's side and stabbing them with one hit, rather than a dignified frontal kill.

Wang Yu's current behavior is completely bullying enemies who are inferior to him in terms of various ability parameters and invisible martial arts, just like a cat playing with its prey.