For soul slayers, the concept of equipment is vague.

The best equipment is the psionic creatures they have in their hands.

So when Ding Xiaoyi said that he was going to use the equipment, No. 45 suddenly realized that Ding Xiaoyi in front of him seemed to have not used the special abilities of psionic creatures except for the stealth when he first approached him.

Suddenly, No. 45's heart trembled, and a feeling of impending disaster enveloped his heart.

However, the next scene was unexpected.

I saw Ding Xiaoyi magically take out two black daggers.

The pitch-black dagger, cold and dull, one slender like a sword, the other short and curved like a hook.

It's just strange that the dagger looks very rough, I can't tell what kind of material it is, it's more like a polished appearance.

And he didn't feel the slightest spiritual energy fluctuation on these two daggers.

"I don't use psionic energy to bully you, from now on, as long as you can force me to use psionic energy, I'll let you go!"

Ding Xiaoyi could see that No. 45's spiritual energy had been almost consumed.

He simply put away his spiritual energy, and no longer used his spiritual energy to suppress No. 45, what he wanted was to sharpen the set of "Shallow Water Swimming Dragon" that he had just practiced from Chen Lao's body on No. 45

After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words, No. 45's eyes were cold, he knew very well what Ding Xiaoyi meant, and he actually wanted to use himself to sharpen his combat skills.

Is this using him as a target??

At one time, No. 45 had an evil fire in his heart, and he was also a top 20 master on the killer list.

Insulted like this by a hairy boy? I only heard him squeeze out a sentence from between his teeth: "You are looking for death!" ”

Then, he violently aimed at Ding Xiaoyi and rushed forward.

Without psionic protection, Ding Xiaoyi is still just a rookie in his eyes.

The shallow sense of battle is far from the real super-first-class masters.

The ghost attendant in his hand spat out a stream of spiritual energy from the muzzle of the gun and turned into a short knife.

His blade slashed out in the air, and the extremely sharp threads of dark golden light cut towards Ding Xiaoyi.

The two collided head-on!

Ding Xiaoyi had two daggers in his hands, attacking long and defending, but in a photo, the No. 45 that was almost stabbed straight through the chest.

"You're too tender!"

No. 45's attack was almost crazy, perhaps because he was pressed and beaten by Ding Xiaoyi before, or he was unwilling to be tempered for so many years, and he was easily surpassed by a hanger.

At this time, seizing the opportunity to counterattack, No. 45 launched his own attack with all his might, like a lion who is furious to the extreme.

In the face of No. 45's sarcasm, Ding Xiaoyi did not respond, like a turtle with a shrunken head, silently undertaking the stormy offensive of No. 45.

"Bang ......"

The rapid collision and fighting sound were only a short period of more than 20 seconds, but Ding Xiaoyi's body had already been covered with a few more blood marks.

Even if the situation was unfavorable, to the surprise of No. 45, Ding Xiaoyi really didn't use his spiritual ability to protect his body.

Instead, he was very focused on competing with himself.

For a while, even if he knew that this kid was borrowing himself to sharpen his combat effectiveness.

But No. 45 already felt a little admiration for Ding Xiaoyi in his heart, but the more he did this, the more violent he became.

There is hope for life, and of course he will not give up like this.

"Master!"

Wangcai was a little anxious, and it was obvious that Ding Xiaoyi was completely at a disadvantage.

It's not that Old Man Chen taught badly.

If it weren't for this set of "Shallow Water Dragon", which has both offense and defense, Ding Xiaoyi would have lost a long time ago.

The gap between the two in terms of fighting skills, combat awareness, and all aspects is too great.

After all, No. 45 is really from a lot of masters, all the way to today.

What's more, the mentality of the two at this time is different.

Ding Xiaoyi is honing himself, but No. 45 is desperate to survive.

Go on, even Wangcai is worried that he will sail in the gutter.

But in the face of Wangcai's anxious shouts, Ding Xiaoyi seemed to ignore it, and continued to retreat step by step in the crazy attack in front of him, and it seemed that No. 45 had the upper hand.

"Boom~~"

The collision between the daggers struck, and every time a spark exploded, at this time, seeing that Ding Xiaoyi had no way to retreat, and was about to retreat to the edge of the house.

No. 45's heart shook, and the dagger in his hand shook violently, only to see the dagger slanted upward, and after blocking Ding Xiaoyi's slender dagger, the dagger in his hand turned into a streamer, drawing an arc of light, and slashing straight at Ding Xiaoyi's chest.

"You've lost!"

With a slash, the light of hope was born in the light of No. 45's eyes.

This knife can't be dodged, he doesn't believe it, Ding Xiaoyi doesn't stimulate the power of spiritual energy to protect his body.

However, when No. 45's hopeful gaze stared at Ding Xiaoyi, he saw that under the wave of the black dagger, a pair of tough eyes were staring at him like a vicious wolf.

Suddenly, No. 45's heart chuckled.

In an instant, I saw that the short and curved dagger in Ding Xiaoyi's hand suddenly gave up his previous passive defense and slashed at No. 45's throat.

"He's crazy!!"

Faced with such a fighting style that ended up together, No. 45 was cold, and his pupils suddenly contracted into an origin.

"Impossible, he didn't dare! He will definitely protect his body with psionic energy! ”

While screaming in his heart, No. 45's gaze was tightly locked on Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, hoping to see a trace of wavering expression from these eyes.

It's just clear that he's disappointed.

"No!"

Seeing the dagger getting closer and closer, No. 45 finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart anymore, and the dagger in his hand slashed sharply, quickly changing direction and striking at the short dagger.

"Bang!"

The moment the two touched, a strange and inexplicable wail sounded in No. 45's ear, and he saw the ghost attendant in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun suddenly burst open a hole the size of a fingernail.

Before he could feel distressed about it.

A black light flashed, and in the next second, a blood splashed on No. 45's chest, and he saw that the bones were visible in the depths, blood flowed sideways, and his body fell heavily to the ground.

Before he could get up, the long slender dagger was already against his throat.

"You've lost!"

Ding Xiaoyi's voice made No. 45 stunned, looking at the slender dagger in front of him blankly, and felt absurd and ridiculous for a while, he actually lost??

If Ding Xiaoyi in front of him uses the power of spiritual energy, he will not be ashamed if he can't beat him.

After all, this thing's psionic energy is too strong.

His attacks are completely ineffective, and in the face of this power, all skills are useless.

But when Ding Xiaoyi gave up using the power of psionic energy and fought hand-to-hand with himself, he had an absolute advantage, and he still lost to the other party.

For a moment, there was a look of shame, horror, and even confusion on No. 45's face, as if he was a little unable to accept this reality.

Looking at No. 45's dazed appearance, Ding Xiaoyi said: "Your desire to win is too strong!" ”

No. 45's heart trembled, as if he had caught something, but he didn't understand what the key was?

In fact, when he released the psionic power on his body and told No. 45 that as long as he forced himself to use psionic protection, he could let him go.

Ding Xiaoyi planted a seed in No. 45's heart.

A seed of hope.

It was this seed that made No. 45 use all his strength in the fierce battle with himself, and as the wounds on his body increased, it catalyzed the rooting and germination of this seed.

When an assassin has a strong desire to survive in his heart, he has already lost!

"Good! Very good! ”

After figuring out where he had lost, No. 45 burst out laughing, his face showing a bit of bitterness.

That's right, it's because I have too much desire to survive.

Maybe he has long lost the determination to treat life and death as nothing as he did in the death arena.

Over the years, he has been wandering between life and death, which has made him more and more cherish life.

Is there a problem with this??

Of course not, but for an assassin himself, he is already dead!

Thinking of this, No. 45 grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's blade, put the blade against his throat, and stared at Ding Xiaoyi in front of him with slightly evil eyes.

"I don't know how you did it, but I can feel that you haven't killed anyone yourself!"

Having killed someone and not killing someone is a very different feeling.

He knew very well that the murderous aura on Ding Xiaoyi's knife was still too thin and naïve, just because the hand holding the knife had been stained with blood for himself.

I saw that after No. 45 finished speaking, he smiled gloomily and stiffened up.

"Phew!"

For a while, blood splattered on Ding Xiaoyi's palm along the incision, and the blood was hot, and there was even a burning feeling.

Ding Xiaoyi's face froze, but soon, he gritted his teeth and sent the dagger forward.

I felt the faint tremor of Ding Xiaoyi's palm along the blade.

The corners of No. 45's mouth hung an upward arc, and his eyes were more excited than Ding Xiaoyi, as if he was the winner.

Although he has killed many people, men, women, girls, children.

Even a noblewoman slit her throat with a knife when she bit herself.

But the deepest impression is that he stabbed his teacher to death.

That was the first time I had killed someone.

Even after many years, every time I think about it, I feel palpitations.

It's Pandora's box, and once opened, never want to close it.

It is also a legacy and an honor in the ranks of their dead.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, the pupils of the No. 45 ghost attendant gradually dilated, and with the rapidly blurred world in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart: "Hehe, although the loss is ugly, the death is very interesting!" ”

"Bang!"

Looking at the corpse that fell in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi slowly pulled out the dagger, with an expressionless look on his face, so that people couldn't see his joy and anger, but the slight tremor between his fingers betrayed the uneasiness and horror in his heart.

It wasn't a pig, a chicken, or an inconsequential ant lying in a pool of blood.

It's a human being who identifies himself as himself.

When the blade stabbed through the throat of the same kind, the impact made even if I had prepared myself in my heart, I still felt fear for a while.

It's just that after the fear, it is an indescribable feeling.

The dog-headed military master Wangcai was rare, closed his mouth, and chose to be silent.

The impact of the first killing is different for everyone.

Perhaps for some people who are bloodthirsty by nature, it will be like a feast of opium.

Even, as if addicted to drugs, I can't extricate myself.

But for the vast majority of people, even the soldiers who have actually trained will have a strong sense of discomfort in their hearts.

Of course, this discomfort will soon pass, and then it will become numb step by step.

"Let's go!"

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi put away the dagger in his hand, endured the feeling of stomach discomfort, and quickly hidden, he knew very well in his heart that Wang Qi was still waiting for him to support.

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