"Achuan!"

The fat head rolled to the ground with a grunt, and its eyes were round with rage!

He's dead?!

Blood gushed frantically down his neck, splashing all over his body.

However, his body was still moving, the iron rope in his right hand tied the Phantom Assassin firmly, and the boning knife in his left hand flew up and down, making it exactly the means by which he split the flesh and bones when killing pigs.

He had to smash the Phantom Assassin to pieces!

But the cloak on the phantom assassin's body was really weird, the tip of the knife slashed on the cloak as if it was slashed on the rapids of a waterfall, and the strength of the blade was lost instantly. He saw that he had slashed more than a dozen knives, but six or seven knives had been blocked by the cloak, otherwise the Phantom Assassin would have been cut into a human club.

How could the Holy Church not be in a hurry when he saw this scene, but he had already cut Ah Chuan all over his body, but he just killed him without dying.

Ah Chuan was bleeding everywhere, and there was not a single intact piece of skin on his body, but he was still alive!

"Rot!"

The head on the ground let out a loud cry.

The original red blood suddenly turned all of a sudden, a disgusting green. A strong stench emanated from the bloody water, which was as corrosive as a thick acid.

The skin and flesh on Ah Chuan's body began to gush outward, like a big pot of stewed meat boiling, the meat cooked in this pot was all rotten meat, and the stewed soup was full of thick acid.

Naturally, this pot of broth is not reserved for people to eat.

Now he had overturned the hot pot and poured it on the man, and it felt like someone had scooped up the lava from hell and poured it on the head.

"Goo-too-toot!"

The Templar Assassin was now in a state of devastation, his blood burning and corroding, his clothes dissolving in an instant, and his flesh festering.

And this kind of rot is like a plague, it is contagious, so he began to rot on a large scale all over his body.

He couldn't hold back any longer and let out a painful scream: "Ah——!hh

Her voice was so sharp that no one thought she was a woman, and she was as beautiful as a flower.

"Hahaha!" the head laughed on the ground again, and its round eyes widened terribly, looking at the Templar Assassin, "Beautiful!"

She is indeed beautiful enough, and her figure is attractive enough.

But now, her crimson face had become like a rotten apple, which was regrettable. Her snow-white skin also began to fester, as if someone had sprinkled a soak of urine on the snow, and the flat white snow instantly became pitted.

For the beauty of the snow scene, it is naturally a pity. But for the pee, there is an inexplicable pleasure.

The two snowy peaks on her chest seemed to be covered with sludge, and the iceberg was no longer holy.

She kept scratching her hands, trying to erase all the sins that had polluted her, but it was in vain.

The snow in winter, once defiled, will never return to its former appearance, so her blown-up skin will never be as smooth as before.

It's a pity that no one saw such a beautiful scene before, and if you want to see it in the future, you won't be able to see it.

"Hahahaha!" came a vulgar laugh from under his feet.

She hated this man to death, but she didn't know how to kill him. She clenched her sword tightly, but her arms were shaking, and she was angry and hateful.

But her moves were still as sharp as before, and now she couldn't care about shame, and when her figure shook, her torn clothes were all thrown off by her.

The beautiful shadow in the wind is like a lotus flower blooming in a rainstorm and thunder, delicate and unique, but the sun will no longer favor her, so the shadow will always remain on her beautiful body.

With this hatred, her sword was faster than ever, and it stabbed into the nasty foul mouth, shattering the hateful tongue and the jagged teeth.

Are you dead or not?!

Ah Chuan is still not dead.

How could he have died so easily, because he had just realized that he was still holding a woman in his arms.

Phantom Assassin, hahaha, he removed the cloak from the woman's body, and the rotten flesh on her body stuck to it without hesitation.

Rotting, burning, contaminating......

This woman is not pretty, and she has a cyan birthmark on her pretty face.

Ah Chuan's mouth has been cut off, otherwise he must say something, at least he will laugh a few times.

The Phantom Assassin is delicate, thin, and unremarkable, not as good as the Templar.

But her temperament is very stubborn, even if Ah Chuan locks her up like this, she doesn't say a word, just endures it.

It's a hard-boned woman.

If the Templar Assassin is the snow of winter, the Phantom Assassin is the dry wood of autumn, with the leaves withering and the fruit being plucked, leaving only bare branches.

Her cheekbones are high and her mandibles are sharp, which is why her eyes are even more cold. A cold woman has a cold taste of her own, not to mention that she also has a beautiful collarbone, which can be seen from below the collarbone.

It's a pity that Ah Chuan has no head at this time, and his neck is bare.

The blood on her neck was almost dry, but only a drop of the cold woman's tears flowed. Cold women tend to shed very little tears, so no one knows what her tears are about.

Her body was tightly locked in Ah Chuan's arms, her body was rotting little by little, and her bones were broken inch by inch. The beautiful collarbone was first broken, then the shoulder blade was crushed, and then the vertebrae.

Ah Chuan didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all, but he was dead now.

His body was no longer conscious, and he collapsed with a bang, turning into a puddle of dead flesh.

The Templar Assassin rushed over and severed that arm with a single sword, and she finally freed the Phantom Assassin from the chains of sin.

However, she could no longer hold a knife, so she could not even die.

All she said was, "Kill me." ”

The Templar Assassin's tears flowed out at once, she was a woman, so she knew women best, so she didn't hesitate to aim her sword at the Phantom Assassin's throat.

Her sword was full of hesitation, which is why it stabbed so slowly, and that's why it was blocked.

No one knew where the stone phosphorus came from, but at this moment he suddenly arrived, and he backhanded the sword of the Templar to the ground.

Because she hesitated, her sword flew out of her hand, and no one knew if she had done it on purpose, but she was relieved.

But when she saw that so many people and so many pairs of eyes suddenly appeared around her, she began to hate herself again, why did she hesitate just now, why didn't she kill her with a sword first, and then kill herself.

Why go through such a shameful scene!

"Live, everything will be fine!" Shi Phosphorus said comfortingly, he felt that he was very heroic, but in fact, what he did was very disgusting.

Because he shouldn't be here.