He now has to do it quickly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What envelops the whole body of this nine-tailed demon fox is the unique magic power of the fox clan.

The best thing the demon fox is at is the charm that confuses people's hearts, and the characteristic of this magic is that it can slowly drag people into the control of the charm.

Her whole body, her slender body, her clear voice, and even the feminine body fragrance that is absent can become the carrier of the operation.

He had to concentrate his mind, and if he was not careful, he might fall under the control of this demonic art, but the consumption of this spiritual power had already formed a heavy burden on his body, and the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable the form would be.

Tyrone had been prepared for it, and it was a psychic illusion that could be easily cracked with severe pain, but it wasn't a safe way to do it.

The shadow of the sword that flashed with cold light reappeared, and the faint sound of breaking the sky had not yet been captured by the opponent, and the blade appeared on Ahri's chest almost instantly.

Through the seductive chest line and creamy skin, it is the key to the heart.

The figure turned again, as if dancing, and the nine-tails rotated with it, like the dancer's rotating skirt, but the spirituality that danced in it was a beauty that the long skirt did not have.

Her counterattack was silent, and the floor beneath Tyrone's feet suddenly cracked, and a jewel swirled with terrifying energy and rose suddenly. Tyrone scurried backwards, but the spiraling orb still shredded a large chunk of the fabric on his chest, oozing blood from the torn skin.

Tyrone snorted, the pain not halting his movements for a moment. He drew his knife and threw it, glad that the blow didn't hit him.

If you are hit directly, the consequences can be imagined.

The blade slashed across her chest.

The little feet in delicate soft shoes moved lightly in lotus steps, and the movements like dance steps were surprisingly fast, but another knife flew in the air and pointed straight at the throat.

Tyrone kept running and jumping, dodging her orb, getting closer to her direction, and constantly projecting sharp daggers, which Ahri's graceful steps and spiritual shuttle dodged them all, although he was dodging the opponent's attack, he was also constantly blocking the middle of Tyrone and Reginald with his body.

Tyrone's throwing speed was simply terrifying, with almost no pause in between, and it was such a powerful throw that even an ordinary martial arts practitioner would have his arm become sore and useless after so many times in a row.

Moreover, assassins are good at hand-to-hand combat, and their blades are short and sharp, pursuing one-hit kills close to their targets, cutting throats and piercing hearts, always just taking the softest part of the opponent.

She thought she could defeat Tyrone by keeping her distance. But this guy ......

Sure enough, it's not an opponent who can be judged by common sense.

Ahri saw three sharp blades flying towards her at the same time, at a rather tricky angle, almost sealing her retreat completely—such an ingenious and perfect attack was unleashed while constantly evading the pursuit of her orb.

She couldn't avoid it—but for the demon fox, it was just a fancy trick.

The light of the spirit enveloped her body, turning into an existence between the void and the flesh, and the spirit sprinted, straight through the blockade of the blade!

Unscathed.

Tyrone dodged to avoid the orb's tracks, and the orb slammed into the wall with a loud "boom", and a knife shadow popped out of his fingertips and flew towards the end of Ahri's attack.

This is a tentative blow.

The strange body of this nine-tailed demon fox can be immune to all attacks, move quickly, and be accompanied by powerful vitality bombs and soul impacts.

However, she is not a pure soul body after all, and there will always be a time when she can be attacked.

Ahri's toes tapped lightly on the ground, and the vitality bullet wrapped in the vast soul power coercion accompanied the condensation of his body, bombarding Tyrone's body. Ahri noticed a chilling glow slowly widening in the corners of her eyes.

Subconsciously raised an arm in front of his cheek, protecting the appearance that all female creatures value the most.

Tyrone watched the moment with bated breath.

He knew that the secret of this magical secret method was about to be revealed by himself at this moment.

The blade stabbed into the back of Ahri's hand, spilling salty blood.

Then, the blade, which was supposed to pierce the entire palm of Ahri's hand, passed through the blue phantom and pinned to the wall. Ahri's secret technique was cast again, flying over a distance and landing lightly on the ground.

"It's over, Nine-Tailed Demon Fox." Tyrone's thin blade-like lips opened slightly. "I have a complete understanding of the secret method of your spiritual travel."

Ahri couldn't help but be surprised that the secret technique he was proud of had been seen through after several battles. Her body solidified, and the wound on the back of her hand began to bleed, and a sharp pain erupted.

Tyrone's voice had already appeared behind her, and she turned her head in a panic, Tyrone had already stabbed!

"Your secret method, the soul shuttles for three seconds, and it is a straight line of running."

The aura reappeared, Tyrone looked at the blade that pierced the sky, and was not angry, but sneaked into the shadows, running in the direction of the nine-tailed demon fox, and suddenly several blades sandwiched on his fingertips were also thrown out.

"The distance is fixed, and once the direction is determined, the body condenses into the position of the entity...... It's for sure! ”

At the end of the words, Ahri, who had just condensed his body, looked at the few cold rays flying in horror, and summoned the crystal ball-like deception orb in a panic. The orb was blocked in front of him, and the agile phantom swayed, and with just a slight knock, the power on those blades was discharged, and the "bell" fell to the ground weakly.

"Ah......h

The mind was suspended for a moment by the sudden pain.

Another knife broke through the blockade and plunged into her thigh.

Tyrone smiled with satisfaction. "You can use this secret technique infinitely, dodging all attacks, as if you were invincible. However, there is a second in between, before the moment when the soul power you release condenses into a vitality bullet attack, and turns into a soul form again - in this short breath, you can't use this secret method to dodge the attack, only for a second, but it is enough to kill you. ”

Tyrone made up for the third knife and went straight to the heart of the heart, and the cold figure also appeared behind Ahri's back at the same time - cut his throat!

Shoot the air. But it was expected by Tyrone.

The last knife he had just thrown pierced the phantom that had been left behind Ahri's shuttle, and flew towards Tyrone, who lifted the hilt of the knife and flicked it away.

"But you only have this last knife left, and you can't win against me. Hey. In the spirit of flying, the voice of the fox girl Qingyue sounded again.

Tyrone was slightly surprised, then smiled slightly, and the shadow attack was launched.

This is the strange power of shadows, a power that only Assassins who have been with shadows for many years will gradually understand, and it is similar to the secret method of the balanced ninja Akali to shuttle through the shadows, although the latter breaks through the shadows and shuttles to the end of the shadows, which is the target's side, while Tyrone's is completely integrated with the shadows.

This time he really only had a knife in his hand.

Ahri's figure appeared in the position he expected, and he was about to stab the last sword, when the annoying blue orb broke through the floor again and flew out, and the huge pressure on the knife forced Tyrone to let go, and the last knife "clanged" and landed at Tyrone's feet.

"You've lost, you're out of the knife anymore." Ahri smiled.

"That's just the opposite." The smile on Tyrone's face didn't move, he grabbed the palm of his hand, and all the blades scattered in the room began to tremble.

Although the tremor was extremely small, the countless knives resonated and could be heard clearly, and those bloodthirsty blades were stirring......

It's like the impatient murmur of death.