Guan Hai, who used to be a hunter, also waited a long time to hunt a beast of prey. When the beast stepped into the trap and did not take care of it, he would launch a series of attacks, leaving the beast without a chance to breathe, and finally hunt the prey he had been waiting for for a long time.

Now, he is the prey, Guan Hai understands this deeply, and he has to admit that he is the prey that was finally hunted after a long wait. The two were reversed, so Guan Hai knew very well what he was going to do, just because he used to be a hunter, and now he suddenly turned into a prey, and he could not easily panic in a desperate situation and find his way to go.

This man seems to be an ordinary soldier, but in fact the sword of an assassin is too fast, he can't run away, and only by entanglement can he find a chance. When he retreated, he seized a glimmer of opportunity, and since he seized it, he couldn't let it go easily!

Meng Xingsoul's whole person was pulled over by Guan Hai, and his body leaned forward, and his feet were sliding forward. In the midst of the hold, he couldn't stop Guan Hai's pull at all, his arm strength was too strong.

However, there was still no superfluous emotion on Meng Xingsoul's face, or it would not have been there from the beginning. As an assassin, when he took over a mission and decided that he wanted to kill a target, he had to prepare a lot and plan a lot, and in these plans, there might be a lot of accidents, but these accidents were all the same, only changed in the plan, which was nothing.

The assassin should face everything indifferently, indifferently watching others die, waiting for his own death. His heart may be hot, and the blood flowing in his body is also hot, and the blood brought out by the blade in his hand piercing into the target's body is even warmer, but his soul is cold.

The moment he was waiting for was the moment when an assassin who had lived an ordinary life bloomed in the ordinary and not dull, enough to sting everyone's eyes. Meng Xingsoul is a player, but he is a player who envies the ancient times to kill one person in ten steps and not stay for thousands of miles, so he entered the killer building and became a killer and an assassin. Just like his name in the game, he is also a peerless Assassin, so he also wants to be an Assassin as his name represents.

Even at this moment, he did not have a trace of panic, because the long knife that Guan Hai relied on would turn into deeper despair in the next moment.

Meng Xingsoul clearly understood this. His arm tugged back, and the blade wrapped around Guan Hai's long knife retracted, each of which made a grinding sound that tingled his eardrums. After the final blade was detached, the whole long knife made a loud noise, and the blade that had already appeared a gap turned into countless fragments, scattered on the ground, "clanging", and the sound was like Guan Hai's long knife that had smashed Zhou She's knife at the beginning.

The sword light shuttled through these scattered blades, and the point was on another part of Guan Hai's body, and the cold tip of the sword swallowed into his body. When Guan Hai felt the pain, he pulled it out again, and the blood beads on the sword were thrown out after the entire long sword shook for a while.

Every drop of crystal blood looked extremely dark in the dark night, and under the light of the fire, it refracted the color of blood. This was the scene that Meng Xing Soul expected, every assassin walked through such delicate blood spots, and finally left a deep enough memory.

There were already two wounds on Guan Hai's body that were rushing out of blood, and this was the second wound on the hands of the same person. Those who exchanged injuries for injuries were all the death of the enemy, but at this moment, he was injured, and the enemy was intact!

This was still the result of Guan Hai immediately retreating at the moment when the long knife was broken, but he retreated quickly, and he still did not get out of the coverage of the soft sword. After using the long knife, Guan Hai could only dodge as hard as he could, he no longer had a weapon in his hand, and naturally it was impossible to block this extremely sharp soft sword that could grind the long knife to pieces.

The tactics in the army are wide open and closed, everything is based on the premise of killing the enemy, and when encountering this kind of feminine and sinister, and ever-changing attacks, Guan Hai felt a kind of confusion. And most of his strength is on a long spear, a long knife, in the case of the gun is not carried, the knife has been lost, and the rest is only a pair of fleshy palms.

He could only dodge as much as possible and keep retreating, but in exchange for more and more wounds on his body. Every time it was extremely shocking, almost almost passing by, Guan Hai's body was getting more and more blood, but it was not spilled by killing the Han soldiers before, but he himself shed!

As the pro-Wei Xun approached, it was only a dozen steps away, and Meng Xing's soul still didn't have any panic, and the soft sword was getting faster and faster. Every flash of sword light was as unpredictable as real light, and it swept quickly, leaving a new wound on Guan Hai's body, which splattered out with blood light.

Under the helmet, in those unusually cold eyes, there was only Guan Hai alone from beginning to end. Regarding death, the current Meng Xing Soul does not have much concept, he has died a lot, death is no longer so terrifying, and when he kills more people, death has become a kind of indifference. Killing and being killed, when Meng Xingsoul entered the killer building for training, it was an ordinary thing like eating and drinking, until now, so whether to die or not is actually not that important, as long as you can kill the target, even death is not unacceptable.

The soft sword was in his hand, like a living snake, swallowing uncertainly, Guan Hai had more and more wounds on his body, and he was more and more reluctant to dodge. Each step back was accompanied by blood spilling from the body, leaving a path with specks of blood from the ground where he had stood to the place where he had retreated now.

Sweat dripped more and more on Guan Hai's forehead, gritting his teeth, and Guan Hai's eyes were dizzy. None of these wounds were fatal, nor were they critical, but when they were added up, more blood was oozing out of the wound every second that passed. As the blood flowed more and more, Guan Hai's strength continued to flow, and after a moment of distraction, another cut appeared in his chest. He finally waited for this moment, used his body as bait, stretched out his right hand, grabbed it, and grabbed the soft sword that was withdrawn.

The blade of the sword easily cut through the skin, and the inside of Guan Hai's palm was already bleeding, and from the cracks of his fingers, blood continued to flow. The tighter you grip it, the deeper the blade becomes, until it sinks deep into the palm of your hand, cuts through the flesh and blood vessels, and touches the metacarpal bone.

But it didn't stop the action of the soft sword at all, Guan Hai was stunned, and watched the soft sword pull out of his palm, and stabbed like lightning!

(Hawkers, I saw the news in the writer's background, saying how to judge the success or failure of a book, sometimes you can succeed but you can't persist in the end, and some people still insist on it even though they have completely failed.) We are the latter in it, that kind of idiot, because many times my language is so immature and ridiculous, I can't even express my complete consciousness~ But since I wrote it, I wrote it to the end, so don't you have a full attendance award to win, if the world in the pen, those people have life, at least give them a fairly good ending. People always have to be stupid sometimes, just like there are always some smart people, and there are also some cute idiots to be complete! ）

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