Isora didn't speak, she stood coldly in the middle of the room, covered in blood, both enemy and own. The room was too small for her bow and arrows to wield, and she held two short swords in both hands, the blades dripping with blood.

At her feet lay two men in black, rolling on the ground with their necks covered, blood surging between their fingers, like chickens with their throats cut off, making unconscious "clucking" sounds, dying and struggling.

"Have you awakened the Soul Hunter? So fast! Looking at this scene, the woman in black frowned slightly and muttered to herself. She remembered that not long ago, Isara, who was still in the Mountain Walker realm, didn't expect to enter the third order so quickly.

"MI7 Stephanie, you're talking too much nonsense." Isora wiped her cheek with the sleeve of her coat, where there was a cut open.

The woman in black chuckled when she heard this, flipped the dagger, and removed the mask, revealing a delicate face, which was none other than Stephanie Shore.

"There is no need to hide anything from the dead." Stephanie casually put the mask on the ground, took a step back, waved her hands forward, and faintly spat out a word.

"Up!"

As soon as the order was given, the remaining few men in black did not hesitate to hold daggers and surrounded Isara, they were all second-order thieves, and their opponents were soul walkers, so it was useless to sneak at such a close distance. Isara's left hand was holding the dagger down, her right hand was held across her chest, and her eyes were full of murder, and she slowly took a few steps back, leaning her back against the wall.

The Hunter is a powerful ranged class, best suited for jungle sports combat, and simply can't be used indoors. In the case of close combat, two thieves are usually enough to skip the level of the challenge, but now there are seven second-order thieves surrounding him, and there is also a blade-hiding blader next to him, no matter from which point of view, Isara's death is inevitable.

The seven thieves gathered in a semicircle, approaching step by step, their movements were slow and uniform, without revealing a single flaw, and the edge of the dagger loomed. This is the battle mode of the thief, if you don't move, you will kill, and you will not leave any chance for your opponent.

The approach slowed down, and at about two meters from Isara, the thieves stopped, eye to eye, blade to blade, waiting for their opponent to make a mistake. Eight people looked at each other, their eyes were not instantaneous, and even a blink at this time could trigger a fatal blow.

Stephanie looked at the stalemate between the two sides, a grim smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the figure gradually disappeared.

At the same time, Isara, who had been paying attention to the door with her peripheral vision, tightened her short sword, suddenly stomped on her front foot, and shouted in her mouth: "Ha!"

The deadlock was broken in an instant, and fourteen cold rays appeared, stabbing at Isara, and the intertwined blades formed a net, enveloping Isara.

The seven worked closely together, and the attack was flawless, and Isara couldn't parry, and she didn't parry at all. I saw that her right hand swung upward, and the short sword pierced the wall above her head, and her body led upward, and it had already jumped up the wall, and the attack of the seven thieves failed.

No one is more agile than the hunter, and the Night Elf Hunter is even more of them, and before the seven people can react, Isara's figure swirls horizontally on the wall, and in the blink of an eye, she breaks out of the encirclement and pounces down with two cold lights.

"Die!"

Ishara snapped, and her murderous aura erupted like a mad leopard, and her short sword was swift and pierced into the heart of the thief who had taken her first.

The thief's characteristic is also agility, the cold light hit, the thief didn't have time to turn back, his body rushed forward, turned around with the toe as the axis of 180 degrees, and the two daggers crossed in the way of the short sword.

Bite!

Two daggers wrangled the dagger gauntlet.

Isara, taking a step forward, still clinging to the thief, slashed another dagger at the other's neck, and the thief was unable to parry it, so he had to retreat. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, his back tightened, and he was already leaning on his companion.

"Suffered!" The thief's heart sank, and the dagger had been pierced.

It was a matter of lightning, and before the thief could finish his thoughts, Isara's backhand dagger had already plunged into his chest. His body was pierced by a sharp blade, and a sense of fear instantly permeated his body, and his movements immediately lost his mind, and he instinctively released the dagger and stabbed at Isara.

Isara's eyes were as cold as ice, and the hand that pierced her chest swept her enemy to the ground, and her two daggers pierced the air.

"Ahh

Heart-rending screams erupted, no longer resembling human voices, and Isara's dagger pinned the thief to the ground and violently dragged him backwards, dragging him three meters out of contact with the enemy.

Brush!

The sword light dragged back and forth twice, and the tendons on the thief's wrists were severed, and blood fountains shot out several meters away, and the two daggers fell to the ground. Isara crouched down and looked up, continuing to drag him back a step, lifting her blood-stained face and staring coldly at the six enemies who surrounded her.

"You're all going to hell!" Isara, speaking coldly, began to drag the thief back quickly, the blade of her sword rubbing against her ribs with a creaking sound.

The remaining six people desperately chased after them, but Ishara was much faster than them, and they walked around the house with blood stains all the way, but they couldn't catch up.

MI7 is full of ruthless people, and there is no one in the world to compare the tricks that torture people, but they are all used on others, and it is the first time I have seen them so miserable, and my mind suddenly became confused.

"Surround her!" One of the black-clothed people shouted in a hurry, and the rest of the people immediately dispersed, blocking the way and surrounding them.

This was the opportunity that Ishara was waiting for, and as soon as the opponent's formation dispersed, her form immediately activated, and swept past the dying thief like lightning. As soon as she pounced, a cold light flashed on the spot, and a dagger pierced into the air, and Stephanie appeared.

"Stupid, don't disperse, block the door." Stephanie yelled.

The thieves in MI7 reacted at this time, and the reason why Ishara was dragging them back and forth just now was because she was worried about Stephanie's surprise attack, and secondly, to break them up and look for an opportunity to rush out.

In an instant, the dark shadows in the room flickered one after another, and the six thieves escaped into the shadows at the same time and flashed to the gate. At this moment, Isara's actions were once again beyond everyone's expectations, and she ran halfway through, suddenly kicked on the wall on one side, and her figure immediately swept the ground, grabbing the tail of the thieves and snatching the last person out.

"MI7!" Isora gritted her teeth and pinned the thief to the ground, a flash of cold in her hand, her dagger piercing her foe's neck.

"Against the Arathi Basin, you have chosen the wrong person." Isara held a flower in her hands with her two swords, stood up with her back to the five thieves blocking the door, and strode towards Stephanie again, murderous!

Stephanie's brow furrowed.

Isara, who didn't try it at all, walked up to Stephanie in a few steps and swung her sword at it, and the momentum was like Tarzan pressing the top, and the sound of "clanging" metal in the room immediately resounded.

The twin swords in Isara's hands danced like butterflies through flowers, and the attack was endless, and Stephanie could barely parry it, and was forced to retreat.

After only two seconds of fighting, Stephanie's heart hung in the air, and she suddenly found that her third-order thief couldn't beat Ishara in melee combat. The opponent's swordsmanship is not only fast, but also elusive, and the angle of each sword is extremely tricky, and he can only passively parry.

After a few more steps back, Stephanie finally had her back against the wall, unable to retreat. Isara's eyes were blazing with fierceness, and the sword light fell like a splash.

"Help me!" Stephanie was horrified and exclaimed, and the five thieves blocking the door rushed over again, and in a hurry, one of them threw the dagger in his hand as a flying knife.

Isara hated her so much that she didn't care about the knife behind her, crossed her swords, twisted Stephanie's dagger, and slashed her neck with her backhand. Stephanie's body went limp, and she slid down against the wall, and a thought flashed through her mind, "Are you going to die?" ”

Airplanes!

The blade of the sword cleaved through the air, making a chilling vibration sound without the slightest mercy.

At this moment, the space in front of Stephanie suddenly began to distort like water waves, and Isara's sword light slashed a semicircle, passing through Stephanie's neck, and she didn't feel any force. (To be continued.) )