With a roar and a hideous face, the tentacle monster picked up his dagger from the ground, and with all his strength, threw the entire dagger out, and the tip of the dagger stabbed at the back of the nighthawk's heart with a cold glow.

Sneak attack, this sneak attack was really very sudden, no one thought that more than fifty of the world's top killers, as well as Nighthawk himself, did not expect that when they saw this scene, more than fifty of the world's top killers were stunned.

Hearing the bad wind behind him, Nighthawk immediately knew that it was not good, and he hurriedly turned around, and saw a glittering dagger stabbing at his chest, very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of him.

Stunned, the dagger was already very close to Nighthawk's chest, such a close distance, and under the sneak attack, Nighthawk couldn't dodge at all, even if he could, I'm afraid he couldn't dodge.

"Tentacle monster, you ......" Nighthawk was very angry, the cold light in his pupils kept flickering, but he couldn't help the tentacle monster at all now, he had to contact his own crisis first, and he had to solve the crisis first.

It's too late, it's really too late.

However, as soon as the tip of the dagger was attached to Nighthawk's chest, Nighthawk felt a dazzling white light flash in front of him, and there was a blue light in the white light, and a sharp sword whistle was heard, and a long sword appeared on Nighthawk's chest.

"Sonorous ......"

There was a metal crackle, and then, a dagger flew out, spun around the sky a few times, and fell to the ground, when the dagger fell to the ground, the dagger was still trembling slightly, and finally returned to calm, lying quietly on the ground.

Cold sweat, the cold sweat of the nighthawk's body, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of this sword, his nighthawk's life, I'm afraid it would have to be confessed to the sneak attack of the tentacle monster, he looked in the direction of the long sword, and saw the cold young man with an expressionless face putting the sword into the scabbard.

"Thank you!" Nighthawk's eyes were full of gratitude.

The cold young man didn't answer, his eyes fell on the tentacle monster's body, and he said coldly: "Even if it's a person who has disappeared and hasn't appeared for a long time, it's not something you can insult, the price is your life, even if some people don't have it for a long time, he can still want your life, and he can still make many people want your life, including me!" ”

The cold young man glanced at the tentacle monster and said, "If there is an afterlife, don't look at no one!" ”

After a sentence, the cold young man turned around and left, with ease and coldness, walked to the side of the gray-robed old man, followed behind the gray-robed old man, and the two left the hall of the International Killer Association one after the other.

"Why? Why? Why? The tentacle monster shouted three whys in a row, he didn't want to die, but unfortunately, his life was short, and he wanted to pull the nighthawk as a cushion before he died, and this idea also fell through.

"Nighthawk, Nighthawk, it's all your ......"

The tentacle monster has a hideous face, and with his miserable white face, it is like a monster, like a ghost.

"Whew, Whew, Whew......"

Nighthawk let out a long breath, at a certain moment just now, he had already given birth to a desperate thought, if it wasn't for the sword of the cold youth, his life would have been confessed here, even if it was the sword of the cold youth, a millisecond late, he would have died with a whimper.

"You can't live if you do your own evil!" Nighthawk looked at the tentacle monster coldly, his eyes were gloomy, and there was a rich murderous intent flashing in it, and he said coldly: "There are some people you can't afford to mess with, even if he has been missing for a long time, he is still the king of killers, he is still the soul messenger, you are just an ant that can be pinched to death at will in his eyes, even if it is not him, others can easily take your life, you can die with peace of mind, tentacle monster ......"

For the tentacle monster, Nighthawk didn't have much hatred at first, but this guy actually didn't know how to sneak up on him, and wanted him to become a backer, at this moment, Nighthawk had hated the tentacle monster to death, and he couldn't wait to kill the tentacle monster with his own hands and kill him......

The sneak attack is shameful, very shameful. It is not only shameful for a world-class killer to sneak attack another world-class killer, but also to lose his own dignity, his own dignity in the killer world.

However, dignity is of no use to the current tentacle monster, and he can also not care about his own dignity, because he is going to die, he is going to die soon, a person who is about to die, what is the use of dignity to him?

At this moment, the tentacle monster has only one idea, he doesn't want to die alone, he wants to pull a cushion, so he chooses the night, and wants the nighthawk to die with him, but his idea fell short.

Nighthawk didn't die, under the sneak attack of the tentacle monster, he was safe and sound, of course, this must be thanks to the cold youth, if there is no sword from the god of the cold youth, Nighthawk will definitely die, he will die here.

"Damn, damn, damn ......"

The face of the tentacle monster was hideous, he roared angrily, watching, seeing that he was about to succeed, but at this time something went wrong, his eyes were full of hatred and looked at the direction where the cold young man left, and roared angrily: "Why, why do you want to help him?" Why? You want to kill me, but you help him, why? ”

The sound of a roar echoed through the halls.

However, the figure of the cold young man had disappeared into the hall, and no one answered his words, his face was hideous, his eyes were blood-red, like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell, roaring with teeth and claws.

"Hmph, you can't live if you do your own evil!" Nighthawk snorted coldly, his hatred for the tentacle monster was like a surging river, and he was now eager to kill the tentacle monster with his own hands, but he didn't make a move, he stood there and watched quietly, the tentacle monster struggled and roared.

"Nighthawk, you damn ......"

The blood flowing from the neck of the tentacle monster had already wet his clothes, his miserable white face, his eyes slowly became dull, his body softened, and he slowly fell to the ground, and the whole person lost his breath in this moment.

However, the tentacle monster's body was still twitching.

The tentacle monster is dead, completely dead.

More than fifty of the world's top killers stared at the corpse of the tentacle monster lying on the ground, their expressions were all different, each of them had different expressions, but the shock and shock in the same eyes were the same.

It was originally a gambling fight between the tentacle monster and the nighthawk, but because of the sudden addition of the cold youth, an unexpected accident occurred, the nighthawk and the tentacle monster did not move, but the tentacle monster was killed cleanly by the cold young man's sword, and at this moment he was lying on the ground, and he was already dead of anger.

Who can he blame for the death of the tentacle monster? I can only blame him for knowing that he was too arrogant and arrogant, and in the end he ended up with his own death, lost his soul, and became a corpse, a cold corpse.