"This power! It's completely changed, stronger than before, boy, is this your real strength!? Uncle Sang looked at the water dragon that had broken through his huge black giant sword in surprise, and said subconsciously.

"Boom!"

The black knife slashed down, even if the black light was eroded by the water dragon, but it still had a lot of power left, and the impact on Aya Xiaocheng's skill was the same, the water dragon also hit Uncle Sang's body.

The two of them can be said to have their own ultimate, and they both have the most powerful attack power they can represent now.

Of course, last time, because of the weapon, Aya Xiaocheng's knife was broken, and he couldn't continue the attack, but this time the weapon was obviously very hard, and he used all his attacks!

And, to be honest, this move is a good choice to use a spear, and from the beginning, Ayakotsu had the idea of using a spear to perform this move.

As the so-called gun out of the dragon, in the eyes of Aya Xiaocheng, the spear is the best weapon to perform this trick!

With a bang, the two of them flew backwards at the same time, and Aya Xiaocheng spat out a large mouthful of blood, directly knocked down several delicate doors, and lay in the pile of rubble.

Uncle Sang was also uncomfortable, his chest was like being hit by a big truck, his chest was a little dull, and his head was a little dizzy.

"Aya Xiaocheng! You okay? Wait for me, I'll come right over! Leonay saw Aya Xiaocheng being knocked away, and his heart ached, and he couldn't care about the enemy in front of him and ran directly towards him.

"Poof!"

Leonay's arm was cut open, and she angrily slammed at the masked man next to her, but he easily dodged it.

"Don't be distracted in battle, this is the basic principle of being a killer, you don't understand this, night raids are worthy of being a group of amateur killers, it's really insulting to the name of our killers."

The masked man said disdainfully on the side, he had long known that the night attack was an assassination group composed of imperial envoys, even if there was the ace of the assassination force at the beginning, he would not care about it.

He thinks that they only rely on the emperor's tools to kill people, and they have no professional training at all, so they are not worthy of being called killers!

If it weren't for the fact that he was the leader of the Shadow Guard, he had to manage the Shadow Guard at all times, and he had to protect the safety of the minister, he would have wanted to kill these pseudo-killers a long time ago, so that the world could understand what a killer was, not a group of emperor envoys with only brute strength.

"This person's ability is really disgusting, he always runs away, he can't beat him at all, and if we continue like this, we will all have to die here." It's not that Lubbo doesn't want to check on Aya Xiaocheng's situation, it's just that he can't leave now.

Shadow Black is like a ghost, one will appear in front of Lubbock, and the other will appear behind him, which makes him extremely irritable, and he can't hit the attack, how can he kill him?

A group of black-clothed people appeared on the roof of the house again, and when they heard the loud noise just now, they all appeared and came out to check.

Aya Xiaocheng moved away from the broken stones, got up and walked out, although he had just been subjected to a powerful attack, but it was actually consumed some, plus the demon-haunted defense.

His injuries weren't really serious.

The consumption of physical strength made him have to relieve the evil spirit, the light flashed, the armor disappeared, he gasped, and walked in front of Uncle Sang step by step.

"Boy, cough cough, you're getting stronger again, uncle, I really can't beat you now, I'm getting old, I'm not as strong as before." Uncle Sang sat on the stone slab at this time and smiled.

He grabbed a cigarette, took a few puffs, exhaled a few breaths, and the black knife was quietly inserted into the ground, but it lost the blessing of armed color domineering.

It's just a slender knife.

"Come on, you let me go last time, and this time I'll give you a chance to raise your knife." Aya Xiaocheng said lightly.

Even if he escaped last time for some reasons that he thought was strange, Aya Xiaocheng would not have the idea of letting him go, at most let him pick up arms again.

"Boy, won't you let me go? I let you go last time, so why don't you leave this time, how about repaying the favor? Uncle Sang said jokingly, and at the same time held the handle of the knife.

"I'm sorry, I don't think this is a human favor, we are enemies in the first place, let go of the enemy, undoubtedly not let go of yourself, I won't be so stupid." Aya Xiaocheng said lightly, his right hand clenching the hilt of the knife.

"Yes, what a smart decision, if I had been in the past, I wouldn't have spared anyone who could be called an enemy, because it would not only threaten my own life, but also cause trouble for the people around me, right?"

Uncle Sang's eyes were a little melancholy, as if he remembered something bad, and his hands on the hilt of the knife were slightly loosened.

"Come on, after three breaths, I will attack, and this move will determine the best victory."

Aya Xiaocheng didn't respond positively, as if he didn't hear it, he put the knife in front of him sideways, and assumed an offensive posture.

"Oh, alas, what a cold boy, you have someone who likes you, and someone dies for you, I'm really envious..."

Obviously, he said yes to the last time Hill blocked the knife for Aya Xiaocheng, thinking that Hill dared to sacrifice his life to save Aya Xiaocheng's life because of love.

But no one knows what Hill really thinks, maybe only she knows why...

"One of the shapes - water surface slashing!"

Aya Xiaocheng jumped forward, and the blue water surged on the spear, and the sound of rattling was crisp and good, but beautiful things always contained different meanings.

That's the breath of death!

"Young man, you still have a long way to go, we have all experienced this kind of thing, but please don't fall into the darkness, there are still many good things in the future, don't be like me, choose to escape from reality, you know?"

Uncle Sang said lightly, imparting his knowledge to Aya Xiaocheng like an elder, he did not attack, but stuck the knife on the ground, showing a relaxed smile.

Seeing this scene, Aya Xiaocheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to give up the attack, and he changed the direction of the attack with a bang in his hand:

"The type of Wu - the mercy rain of the dry sky!"

A ray of light pierced the sky, warm and dazzling, this phenomenon was strange and felt like ... It doesn't matter, the warm sun shines on Uncle Sang's shoulders.

He looked at the sky with a blurred look, and his body felt very relaxed and happy at this moment, this was the most comfortable moment he had since that day, since that person disappeared.

He slowly raised his hand, white raindrops lapping down on his face.

"What is this? It's cold, but it's so comfortable..."Uncle Sang muttered.

The cold raindrops fell on his face, and the drops of water seemed to be condensed by warm light.

Heartwarming!