The singing that had been echoing in the ears of the two men suddenly stopped.

The bard Yang Yuefan stepped on the bench and said impatiently: "Hey, my patience is also limited!" Don't hesitate to fight for your life! Otherwise, the one upstairs will come down in a while, and you won't even have a chance to fight back. ”

The Shadow Assassin didn't intend to keep his hand, the dagger in his hand shuttled back and forth, and after the baptism of Master Sanzang, he felt that his movements were three points faster than before!

The Faceless's blade didn't stop for a moment, and the poisoned dagger left a wound in his arm.

A cloud of purple blood was like glue, revealing its head and then retracting, if it weren't for the notch in his clothes, as if it weren't for the injury.

Neither of the two in the fierce battle cared, but Yang Yuefan, who was playing the small harp, narrowed his eyes into a slit.

If a demon hunter or a samurai were here, he would have remembered the first time he came into contact with Chaos, the self-destructing Nurgle cultist.

"There's a big fish downstairs, suspected of being a Chaos Contact." Yang Yuefan quietly sent a message to the demon hunters, and continued to sing the "Soviet March", influencing the battle situation in the way of a bard.

Of course, if the 'Faceling' shows signs of escaping, Yang Yuefan will not sit idly by, although most of the skill points are on the skills of the 'acting' department, but he himself is still a good swordsman.

In the midst of this song, the Shadow Assassin was in high spirits, and he did everything he could to keep the Shadow Order's 'Faceless' here, and poor Colin did not know that the real man who was chasing him had left the inn.

The Demon Hunter, who had made sure that the Shadow Assassin was gone, calmed Captain Amus and strode down the stairs to the first floor.

After receiving Yang Yuefan's news, Xu Yichen intuitively felt that this time he might have really caught a big fish!

The Facelings were cornered by Colin, and the Shadow Assassin, who had just broken through, was 12 percent powerful with the Bard's bonus, attacking his enemies from all angles in the smoke.

When he saw the Demon Hunter emerge from the corner of the stairs, the Facelings cursed in frustration.

Brian is also considered the highest-ranked assassin in the Shadow Order, and this Seris came down from the stairs so quickly, if it wasn't for his strength far exceeding the expectations of the two of them, it was the damn assassin who sold him!

Unfortunately, both of the Facelings' speculations came true.

The Demon Hunter didn't delay for almost a moment, and with the state of [Red Time], he appeared beside the 'Faceling' in an instant, and even the elusive Shadow Assassin seemed to be more than a step slower in front of him!

The Faceling's sword-wielding hand left his body in an instant, lilac glue-like blood gushing out to seal his wounds, and the Faceling wailed, "You forced me!" I didn't want to use this power! ”

Several slender tentacles like octopuses crawled out of the wound along the severed wrist, and flung their bodies dry in the air, threatening several enemies in front of them with teeth and claws.

"Face your fears!" The 'Faceling' shouted in a loud voice, and the other hand raised its hand to release a shockwave, and the huge force knocked out a trench on the floor beneath his feet!

The tables, chairs, and benches were smashed to pieces all the way and scattered backwards, and the Shadow Assassin, startled by the mutation of the Facelings, had no time to dodge, and was hit head-on by the shockwave and flew backwards, hitting the staircase, just staring at Eferal, who had just come down.

The Demon Hunter nailed his sword deep into the ground, piercing the floor and digging into the foundation.

Under the threat of the chaotic forces, the [Pure Fire] talent ignited a silver flame around him, stretching his body backwards under the power of that shockwave.

The Demon Hunter himself, on the other hand, used the long sword as the fulcrum, did not move a single step, and looked at the 'Faceless One' in front of him with eyes of unknown meaning.

The silver-haired witch looked at the 'Faceling' with teeth and claws, and rolled her eyes: "Idiot, throw yourself into the net." ”

The bard Yang Yuefan changed to a more comfortable position, and somewhere he took out a brass instrument and played the classic Spanish music "Bullfight".

Xu Yichen raised his hand and left his body with an Alpha Law Seal, and he had advanced to the 'proficient' level of skills, and he was no longer as difficult to tame as before.

In his hand, the shockwave generated by the Alpha Fa Seal smashed heavily on the faceless man's invisible face like a fist!

The opponent flew straight out of the way, leaving a deep mark on the wall behind him, and slowly slid to the floor.

"Sinners, use the power of Chaos!" The Demon Hunter looked at his long sword, the flames stretching out like a cloak behind him: "Using the power of chaos in front of the Demon Hunter, are you provoking me, clown?" ”

The 'Faceling' got up from the ground, as if the impact just now didn't affect him too much, he picked up his rapier with his other hand, and the tentacles at the broken wrist left a loud noise in the air, and pumped it towards the demon hunter: "No kidding, this really belongs to the power of humanity, the power of science!" ”

The words of the 'faceling' made Yang Yuefan, who was playing "Bullfighting Song", couldn't help but blow a note.

The Demon Hunter also hesitated for a moment, and ate a round of attacks from the other party, but unfortunately, even if a magic weapon wanted to damage him, the user had to have considerable strength.

The 'Faceling' in front of him was clearly not on the same level as the other enemies the Demon Hunter had encountered recently, and although the tentacles were heavily pumped against the Demon Hunter, they did not do any damage.

The blazing [Pure Fire] was like encountering a fire of dry wood, and it instantly ignited those tentacles! The silver flames followed the tentacles all the way, and if it hadn't been for the Faceling's instant decision to cut off his wrist again with his own rapiller, I'm afraid the battle would have ended here.

The 'Facelings', who had their wrists severed twice in a short period of time, were speechless for a while. As soon as he pretended to be forced, he was extinguished by a soak of urine before he could finish his words, and the embarrassment almost made the mist that had been surrounding the 'Faceling' face turn red.

"Bang dang!"

"You win, I surrender." The Facelings threw away their weapons on the spot, and both the intact hand and the one that had been cut twice and the one that had been cut off twice and much shorter were raised, "Let me emphasize, I'm not a Chaos Infected!" ”