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"I—I won?" How is that possible? Did he really win?

The Blood Clan Boss looked at his dart-throwing hands, and he was almost blindfolded. That's right! It was he who won! He really won! Because the audience was cheering, he could hear everyone's cheers, oh no, maybe booing him!

In that arena for the leader of the clan, the blood clan boss looked down the stage in disbelief, clenched his hands suddenly, and buried hatred in his heart!

Sure enough, none of those imaginary cheers were for him, but from the disdainful voices of some people.

The people didn't seem to want him to be the leader of everyone, so they expressed their displeasure in such an embarrassing way.

The Bloodline Boss secretly thought that he might have been calculated by that bad guy from Shen Ling again.

He plotted against Shen Ling in front of everyone, so that Shen Ling and the leader of the clan missed each other, how could such a person with such a bad personality lead the clan?

The Blood Clan Boss figured out this truth, and naturally understood the meaning of Shen Ling.

This man who is always cold and desireless does not seem to be as simple as it seems.

However, Shen Ling wants to be an uncrowned king who is praised and praised by his clan and goes down in history? It depends on whether he agrees or not!!

"Shen Ling, don't play dead for Lao Tzu! I don't believe you can be willing to put down this crown of the world!! The leader of the Blood Clan leaped forward, his sharp fingers turning into sharp hooks, and grabbed straight at Shen Ling's neck.

That was the most vulnerable place for the Blood Clan, and under the stiff neck bones, there were hidden blood vessels that were surging with blood all the time, and they were extremely soft. Once it falls into the hands of others, it will become the enemy's weakness, and if you want to kill or chop, you can do whatever the enemy wants!!

The Boss of the Blood Clan saw Shen Ling's exposed neck at a glance, and found the major artery there, he planned to put Shen Ling to death, so he was the first to strike.

In other words, he didn't believe that Shen Ling would be bent on death, and then he grabbed and broke his neck bone, tore the major artery, and died all year round.

However, perhaps he was wrong.

When the Blood Clan Boss grabbed Shen Ling, the entire ring was silent for an instant, and no one spoke anymore.

In the ring, Shen Ling really didn't dodge.

He stood still, his upright figure shrouded in black robes, exuding a cold aura all over his body.

Under the black robe, there was a slight coldness in the eyes that were as dark as an abyss, and there was no lack of a little coldness that saw through the world, which was cold-blooded and ruthless from the bones and blood, no matter who could get that person's mercy and harvest that person's indifferent heart.

The Clan Boss was completely surprised, and flinched halfway through, almost stopping his steps. This Shen Ling waited steadily ahead, not dodging, as if he had made up his mind to die from the beginning.

Could it be that Shen Ling really wants to die?

This doubt hovered in the mind of the Blood Clan Boss, and at the same time, it was also a deep worry in the hearts of the other hidden assassin clansmen!

Some people who have worshiped Shen Ling since childhood are also unable to suppress the disappointment in their hearts.

They longed for the Spirits to be their future leaders, leading them to glory and reviving the Bloodline Assassins.

But what's going on right now?

Did Shen Ling give up? Even gave them up with you, didn't you?

What a pity it is that they have been abandoned by the faith in their hearts.

Time is instantaneous!

The sharp nails were like sharp knives, grabbing straight at Shen Ling's neck.

At that critical moment, a cold wind filled with profound power swept in, stopping the bloodthirsty behavior of the Blood Clan Boss, and at the same time, saving Shen Ling's life to be killed!

With a bang, the Blood Clan Boss was blown away by the cold wind and fell into the distance. Spat out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to stand up, looked at the direction where the cold wind was blowing, his originally indignant expression instantly wilted, and without saying a word, he wiped the blood on his mouth, turned around and left: "Shen Ling, count it on!" Have the ability to go head-to-head with me! ”

"Okay, that day." With just three words, Shen Ling should fight!

In the whole ring, everyone was stunned for a moment.

Although the strength of the blood clan boss is not great, he is also the best among the assassins, but his mind is not very good, and sometimes he is prone to make mistakes, and is regarded as a joke.

In terms of strength alone, he will not be subdued by one move at all, so who has such a powerful power that not only saves the Shen Spirit at a critical moment, but also makes the blood clan boss suffer a loss, and only dares to speak ruthlessly, but does not dare to clash head-on?

Could it be one of them......

No one dared to think about it anymore.

Among the hidden assassins, there is only the ancestor of the first clan, that is, the noble person who once made the first and fifteenth years of the first and fifteenth years of the first year of the new year.

Of course, this honorable person is probably also a master with a problematic mind. Otherwise, how could you have set such impersonal rules in the first place?

When everyone thought of the arrival of the ancestor of the clan, the first thing that came to everyone's mind was not only not gratitude and happiness, but how to complain about the abnormal ancestor of the clan!

A deep and deep man's voice came from outside the ring arena, with a rare helplessness, and said, "Shen Ling, you won." From today onwards, the rules of my hermit assassin clan are abolished! ”

"What? Scrapped? ”

"Don't you need the first and fifteenth days of junior high school?"

"Then can I go to my daughter-in-law?"

"Hey, don't say it. My daughter-in-law has been running away with others for hundreds of years......"

In the ring, the clansmen talked a lot, talking to each other, as if they didn't believe that such a thing had happened.

Some kind of love hidden deep in the bottom of the heart suddenly exploded, like a flowing dark tide, surging in everyone's heart, and it was about to explode.

"Shen Ling! Shen Ling! Shen Ling! ”

The clansmen shouted Shen Ling's name loudly, and everyone's face was filled with excitement and excitement.

That's great.

Shen Ling won them freedom, won love, and at the same time, won their future lives.

"Huh."

High in the sky, a dark robe loomed in the dense shadows of the trees.

The man's laughter faded away, sweeping away the powerful aura of the blood clan, and relieving the power of the Heavenly Ancestor shrouded in the ring.

In the ring, a shallow smile flashed in Shen Ling's cool eyebrows, like the late autumn wind, with a little warmth.

He clutched his chest and stood up, a trail of blood escaping from his lips, and walked slowly out of the ring.

The clansmen swarmed him up and lifted him up, constantly lifting him upwards as a sign of their gratitude and recognition of Shen Ling.

The old worship is back.

Shen Ling is still the lord of their proud hermit Assassin clan, and the uncrowned king who is truly worshipped by his courtiers!

Outside the ring, the blood clan boss hid far away, peeping at everything in secret, his eyes burning with fierce hatred.

He clenched his fists and smashed on a tree trunk, a Shen Ling, and sure enough, he took advantage of him!