"Alas, Brother Tiger, a few of them can run, should we speed up a little faster?"

The wind around the blood-fanged young man was turbulent, he stood in mid-air, without stepping on any object, while speaking, his feet stepped on the air, and the corpses under his feet instantly burst out of a crushing invisible circle of blood, like the fog of a smoke ring, the void blood circle spread, and the corpses within the range gradually collapsed with the bones.

"Poof!"

The internal organs of four or five corpses exploded out of their chests!

They followed the blood-filled circle, causing a sudden cloud of blood mist to rise in the forest, and the young man stepped very fast, and as far as the eye could see, it seemed that blood coagulated flowers bloomed behind him, but these delicate flowers were disgusting.

"Don't worry, the three of them, except for a weak eighth-level cultivator, the other two are not vegetarians, at least they are outstanding people in the same level, we continue to follow them, test their depth, and slowly speed up."

"Good come!"

The boy laughed brightly, his slightly squinted black eyes were as clear as washing, and the speed of his right foot became harder and harder, causing the popping sound of the corpse's internal organs to explode even louder, and he really enjoyed the pleasant sound that came to his ears.

The young man squinted his eyes intoxicated, and suddenly said cautiously: "Which prey will Sister Crazy Snake choose later?" Blood Dog is optimistic about the magic that tends to be agile, and Sister Crazy Snake won't grab it from me, right? ”

“……”

The boy clapped his hands, and he just held the girl and kissed it hard.

"Unsurprisingly, their speed is decreasing." The burly man in the white-textured orange shirt had his eyes twinkle and paused in satisfaction.

The speed dropped, naturally because the magic power in the body could not support the coordination of the body, which also means that the peak strength they showed was at the moment of running before.

The boy scratched his head and said sincerely, "It's amazing." ”

"In return, I'll eat them clean, a bone, no, not half a bone."

In the filthy blood mist, two bloody fangs suddenly skyrocketed!

Subsequently, there was an unusually sharp sound of wind sweeping in the forest, three phantoms swept away, everywhere the blood-colored trajectory went, the corpses all exploded tragically, the hard branches of the Dolan tree broke because of the overwhelmed weight, and some low shrubs were even uprooted by the monstrous aura, and a messy feast began!

The King of Assassins of Noxus, Shadow of the Blade Tyrone.

He calmly leaned on the sixth branch of a towering ancient tree, if Tyrone remembered correctly, the name of this tree should be called Baji Mountain, hard as a mountain, born Baji, very similar to a ladder spiral clinging to the body of the tree, very ornamental, not because the bark surface is rough and cold, it will be very popular with nobles.

The higher the branches of the Eight Poles, the temperature in the bark plummeted, and the temperature of the branches of the Sixth Pole had reached below zero, and he was wearing a thin blue robe sitting on top of the ice, and he didn't know if Tyrone would feel cold.

The Shadow of the Blade leaned against the branch, as if closing his eyes, his left hand rubbing the red eyes of the Silver Dragon Judgment from time to time, as the only companion to accompany him, the Judgment Blade could not speak, but the Blade had a special affection for him.

In the dead of night, Blade likes to confide in his old friend who has been silent, complaining about things that don't go his way, and he listens patiently to the man's words all year round, helping him to keep an unknown side.

"Man, I have two regrets in my life, first, I didn't find my mentor, General Du Kekao, and second, I never let you rest quietly."

The Shadow of the Blade caressed the hand of the Silver Dragon Ruling more and more gently, and he opened his eyes, and there was a rare tenderness in his sharp eyes: "Man, when Yasuo died, I helped him bring Master Yi a word of well-being, after I died, will you help me say good health to General Du Kekao?" ”

The silver dragon could not answer the man's words, although it wanted to fulfill this promise, it felt the sorrow in the man's heart, so it chose to be silent, and the red eyes flickered violently.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to tell you such a heavy thing."

The shadow of the blade caressed the warm palm of the Blade of Judgment and finally stopped flat, he took a deep breath and stood up hard, the cold tail of the dagger hanging on the blue robe was spreading, and the cold air coming out of the dagger sticking to his body was much colder than the cold in the Eight Pole Mountains.

Tyrone seriously covered his mouth with a crimson scarf, like a thief, revealing his resolute and straight hooked nose, he put on his hat by the way, covering his dark curls, Tyrone smiled, "Man, don't let me lose too much." ”

"Did you kill the people of the Forest of Innocence?"

I don't know when, a young man stood proudly on the eighth section of the tree trunk of the Eight Poles, the handsome young man was dressed in black, as dark as the night, his face was cold, condescending to overlook the world, and a continuous stream of ancient trees appeared in his dark pupils, showing green and vigor, except that he didn't pay attention to the ant standing on the trunk of the sixth pole.

Tyrone's knife-like lips gradually raised, and his vision was full of greenery, and he didn't look up at all.

The Shadow of the Blade was familiar with the tone of the man standing on the eighth trunk, his words were inquiry, but rather just a calm self-talk, whether he answered yes or no, his murderous intent would not fade in the slightest, to be precise, it was a kind of indifference to life, pity for the weak.

Despised by the blue-robed man, the young man felt very amused and snorted coldly, but he still didn't bow his head, he looked at Wan Lin's eyes darkly, and with absolute coercion, he swept towards the blue robe!

"Let you make three moves, I won't fight back."

The black-clothed young man sneered and clasped his arms, he knew that the man standing on the trunk of the sixth pole was strong, but his strength was for a weak mortal, put it on himself, hehe......

Shadow of the Blade Tyrone has no choice in his life, for his world, it is nothing more than to kill or not to kill, he is an assassin, so I respect the wise words that General Du Kekao gave him: Life by the sword, death by the sword!

Either you die by the sword, or I die by your sword.

Mercy on one assassin only exacerbates death!

Tyrone's left hand began to rest on his waist, and the magic of his left hand passed into his waist, which naturally made his legs secretly surge, and his right hand wearing the silver dragon ruling slowly hung down, and he hung very slowly, so slow that the young man's face showed a positive color, and there were six or seven afterimages of arms in his eyes!

The Shadow of the Blade robe unfolded without wind, and the fierce wind forest where the blade unscrewed surged with deadly killing intent, and the remnants of six or seven arms closed in an instant, and in the forest, Tyrone's cold voice came out: "Man, let's cut his throat." ”

"Huh!"

The black-clothed young man blinked his eyes in surprise, and he found that the man on the trunk of the sixth pole had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even his breath had disappeared without a trace!

He can disappear under his nose, and he can't see his moves clearly?

"Here, stupid."

The arm that was extremely fast to produce a phantom was across the neck of the black shadow youth, and without warning, the silver dagger that flashed with red killing intent had already cut the throat of the young man!

(End of chapter)