85_85577 Flair dodged the 3 knives fired by Tyrone, Tyrone gently pulled back with his right hand, and the 3 knives flew back quickly. With Flare in his hand, Fryer swerved sharply, trying to parry the swirling throwing knives.

For! With the sound of the wire breaking, a flying knife grazed the body of the dazzling sword and flashed a trace of fire, and then fell to the ground uncontrollably. There were only two knives left in Tyrone's hands.

"Humph! I'm pretty good at dealing with physics assassins like you. Fryer picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground with contempt and sneered.

"Life under the knife, death under the knife." Two more flying knives suddenly appeared in Tyrone's hand, advancing step by step, slowly becoming faster, so fast that only a white afterimage could be seen in the air.

"Good speed." Fryer put his index finger to his mouth, as if waiting for Tyrone to attack. Tyrone vanished abruptly at a distance of about 5 meters from Flair. "And sneak." Fryer smiled disdainfully, still still.

The white shadow appeared in the air behind Fryer, and then two daggers were thrown out, aiming at the back of Fryer's head. The throwing knife was about to hit the back of Fryer's head.

Fryer vanished into thin air, leaving only a wisp of black smoke in his place, and the dagger stabbed deep into the ground. Tyrone's feet landed lightly on the ground, his eagle-like eyes still cold, staring at the spot where Fryer had disappeared and the black smoke.

Slowly, Tyrone's pupils gradually dilated......

The black gas quickly condensed, and then a black air jet shot out and shot towards Tyrone, who nimbly dodged with a side somersault. Fryer reappeared in place, looking at Tyrone playfully.

"Report your name, I don't like to kill nameless people."

"Humph! That's a lot of nonsense. Tyrone snorted coldly, and then sprinted quickly, and at the same time, two shiny fist blades appeared in Tyrone's hand, stabbing at Fryer, who was standing in place.

Fryer blocked with a flare, Tyrone's attack was quick and deadly, and Fryer couldn't parry, sweeping a sword and then taking a few steps back. Tyrone's head flashed back slightly, and then his feet lightly touched the ground, and he jumped up quickly, stabbing at Fryer who was in a backward state.

Flair smiled grimly, and a purple staff appeared in his hand, and purple light erupted. Tyrone leaned back sharply at this, his body almost parallel to the ground. The purple light whistled and grazed Tyrone's chest, and Tyrone's two swords leaped to the ground, but he was hit by another beam of purple light that followed closely behind, and fell lightly to the ground.

Black blood flowed faintly from the corners of Tyrone's mouth, and he supported the ground with one fist and slowly stood up. After being an assassin for so many years, I have encountered all kinds of opponents, including mages, but I have never met such a powerful opponent. Tyrone straightened the strap on his left hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not your opponent, but if you distance yourself a little, you have absolutely no chance of winning." Fryer shook his index finger in front of Tyrone, defiantly.

Tyrone didn't speak, trying to use his time to recuperate from his injuries.

"You're hurt very badly, since you don't want to sign up, then let this pain end!" Fryer's eyes are fierce, such an opponent, if he lets it go, is likely to be a trouble.

Black magic barrage! Energy began to condense in front of Freil, and the purple staff also creaked, and the black energy mass accumulated thicker and thicker, pouring out in an instant. This is a series of magic barrages that follow, no matter how Tyrone dodges, he will be hit, and with it will be a devastating orb.

General Dukao has said that the longer a magic skill is channeled, the more terrifying it becomes.

Tyrone gritted his teeth, and conjured 10 sharp flying knives in his hand, "Drink!" With a roar from Tyrone, the knives scattered in a circle, one of which passed through Flair, who was channeling the barrage of dark magic.

Fryer was a little surprised, the orbs had already been sent, "How is it possible, it didn't hit?" Fryer looked surprised. Fryer looked at Tyrone's position, and Tyrone disappeared in front of Fryer again, leaving only the throwing knives that had been arranged in a circle around him.

The sound of the wire pulling sounded, and each knife scurried through Fryer's body. All Fryer could hear was the sound of a wire pulling a throwing knife, and the sound of a knife entering the flesh.

Fryer's eyes widened in disbelief, could it be that he underestimated the enemy, Fryer gently touched his abdomen, and bright red blood reflected in his eyes.

Enraged, will you be defeated by a nameless assassin?

"It's over." Like a ghostly murmur, like a lover's intimacy, Tyrone suddenly appeared behind Fryer. The blade had already touched Fryer's throat, and without the slightest hesitation, it stabbed forward, but it was like a stab into the void.

Tyrone knelt lightly on the ground, and Flair disappeared again, or rather ran away. Hum! Fryer, who is a high-level magician, will be so embarrassed that he will choose to escape.

"Ahem!" Tyrone coughed softly, dark red blood staining the bands of his fists again. It's been a long time since he's been so embarrassed, and the last time he fought against Zhao Xin.

Tyrone's tall body sank slightly, crouching beside the girl lying on the ground. The scene in front of him had begun to blur, and the blade of his fist vanished with a flicker. He knew his current situation, the black magic barrage just now hit Tyrone who was in a state of invisibility, he could choose to escape, I don't know why, he chose to desperately complete the last stab. It's like he doesn't know why, he chooses to intervene in this dispute. If Fryer chooses to teleport to a different location just now, and then hits him with his skills, he will immediately lose his combat effectiveness and be slaughtered. However, the enemy chose to flee, perhaps because God did not want him to die......

Tyrone struggled to pick up Wayne and staggered forward. Looking at Wayne's long eyelashes and thin little face, Tyrone smiled slightly. Why did you save this girl? Is it because she still has the value of use? Or because she shouted "Atai" before she suffocated. Tyrone shook his head, maybe neither......

Fryer slowly walked forward clutching his bleeding abdomen, Tyrone's fist blade had a bleeding groove, and he had to stop the bleeding quickly. Fryer found a deserted alley and began pranayama, healing this traumatic injury, which was not difficult for him.

Sensing that someone was moving this way, Fryer frowned, immediately lifted the flare, and stood up.

"Are you praying again?" A shrill voice sounded, and a short, blue-clad mage appeared in front of Flair.

"Vega, what are you doing here?" When Fryer saw that it was Vega, he was not happy but worried. In the organization, he doesn't agree with himself, and he doesn't know what this pervert will do outside. With his current situation, he must not be Vega's opponent.

"Shine, give it to me." Vega gets straight to the point