When she heard the Assassin Leader test whether the hoodie was a nerve infiltrator, the first thing that came to Yamamoto's mind was Wei Qingyun.

The ignorant encounter at the beginning of love has become the sweetest brand in her heart.

After a moment's longing, she quickly dismissed her idea.

It can't be, it can't be him, he can't hold the Red Moon Blade.

At this moment, even Eko Yamamoto is a little eager to say a few words in a hoodie, even if it is just a few casual words, just listen to his voice.

"Calm down, it's really terrifying, but it's a pity that I'm on the wrong team."

After a few words, the Assassin leader asked no more questions, and suddenly jumped away from the hoodie.

The hoodie leaned out and caught up suddenly, but the other party suddenly turned around, returned the rifle, and stabbed his face with a long knife.

The hoodie dodged sideways, and the other party bounced up again, widening the distance, this time he did not turn around and kill, but waited for the hoodie to kill, calmly accepting the move.

Ginger is old and spicy in the end.

The Assassin Leader saw that the hoodie was deliberately leading him away from Yamamoto Eko, and knew that he was worried about her safety, so he switched to this tactic to give the other party the feeling that he would kill Yamamoto at any time.

The hoodie was really fooled, his emotions were affected, his heartbeat gradually increased, his breathing gradually sounded, and his body became faster and faster, while his physical strength and will were also consumed.

The leader of the assassins couldn't help but snort proudly, and the distance was getting wider and wider, and he gradually had the advantage of taking the initiative.

"Death—"

The leader of the assassins burst into a roar, and the human sword was united, and shot in a straight line like an arrow offline, and the sword light suddenly hit Yamamoto Teko.

The hoodie chased after him, and he was about to block the other party with his knife, but he saw the other party's body flash, and then drifted away, turned around and kicked a corpse on the ground and smashed it into the hoodie and Yamamoto Eko.

The corpse was covered in blood, and the hoodie jumped lightly, and in disgust raised his leg and kicked it to the side.

"Ahh

The hoodie fell to the ground, his legs limped, and the blood moon long knife supported the ground, and only then did he stand firmly, and he saw a bloody hole in his thigh, and the blood was gurgling out.

"Be careful."

The hoodie gave a quick order, and the horizontal knife was protected in front of Yamamoto Eko.

He kept an eye on the Assassin leader in the distance as he looked at the corpse that he had kicked away.

"Hehe, little brother, you can speak." The leader of the assassins sneered, and turned to look at the corpse as well: "Get up, poke a hole as big as someone's house, and pretend to be dead." ”

"Oops, hey, do you still need to pretend," the "corpse" actually clutched his stomach and staggered to his feet, complaining: "You two kicked each other, you can kick me to death this time." ”

"Stop talking nonsense, I kicked your ass, he kicked you in the back, why are you covering your stomach." The Assassin leader quipped.

"You-" Eko Yamamoto looked horrified, unable to believe the facts in front of her.

Although these people were wearing masks, they were still able to deduce which person was coming back from the dead in front of them.

The person who was disemboweled, they had already put him in the car, and the rest of them had their heads cut off by hoodies, and the only one who still had his head was the one who was stabbed in the chest by himself.

Could it be that he just found out that there was a master foreign aid, so he cheated to death? However, this is also incredible, although he is not an old man, but the knife just now, the feeling of piercing the flesh is absolutely real.

Eko Yamamoto is full of suspicions.

The leader who came back from the dead seemed to see through Yamamoto's thoughts, and laughed and flicked the clothes from his wounds a few times, the clothes and the blood on his body were still not dry, and they were sticky.

He grabbed a piece of clothing and wiped the blood from the wound, there was a scar that had completely healed.

He did not do this recklessly to show off, but to deter the enemy and increase the psychological pressure on the opponent. After all, whoever fights with a person who can come back from the dead will be afraid of three points.

"Demons." Eko Yamamoto scolded in a low voice.

These guys are all ninja outfits, maybe some kind of powerful ninja that brings people back from the dead, or maybe it's just some kind of illusion - a trick to deceive people.

The hoodie pulled the rope out of the brim of the hood and pressed the wound tightly to stop the bleeding temporarily.

One leg was seriously injured, and his body and speed were almost completely suppressed by the opponent, so he could only take a defensive position at the moment, seeking opportunities to break through in the opponent's attack.

The hoodie grabbed Yamamoto's slender waist and jumped desperately to the wall, he covered up Eiko behind him and stood against the wall, blocking himself in front of the enemy with a single strike.

In this way, at least there are no worries, and it can also protect Eko as much as possible.

"Let's go together." The two Assassins spoke almost in unison.

Wow –

Wow –

The blades clashed repeatedly. The hoodie poured almost all of its strength into the Red Moon Blade, and struggled to block, even blocking the two people who killed in unison seven or eight paces away.

The speed and power on the hoodie's arm are still there, and he must be slowly consumed, and when he has lost too much blood and is exhausted, he will be killed in one fell swoop.

Moreover, the speed of the three people is very fast, the sword has no eyes, and the two assassins attack at the same time, for fear of accidentally injuring their companions, there are some concerns.

The two Assassin leaders simply played a wheel battle, taking turns to the left and right.

I saw the hoodie waving the blade of the red moon in his hand, like a blooming firework, constantly welcoming the cold light that attacked him.

Yamamoto stood behind her hoodie, her heart pounding, and his breathing was out of rhythm and getting heavier.

Although this hoodie kung fu is powerful, it really lacks actual combat experience, and it seems that he has no countermeasures, and he just wants to protect himself desperately.

If it goes on like this, he doesn't know how long. Ten minutes? Or shorter.

Eko Yamamoto couldn't help but feel annoyed, feeling powerless and helpless again, and her heart was extremely resentful.

I suddenly remembered that I still had two pistols on my waist*, and I guess I could help a little anyway.

A gun shoots left and right, I'm afraid it will accidentally injure the hoodie, Yamamoto Teko thought, and then the person who shot was still higher, so he simply stared at one person and put a shot at the opportunity, which really helped the hoodie a lot.

The man panicked for a moment, and he couldn't stop it, and the wrist holding the knife was cut open by the Red Moon Blade.

When the long knife fell, it was caught by the man's left hand as fast as lightning, and he slashed the other leg of the hoodie with the tip of the knife.

Because of the distance, the wound was not deep, but there was still blood flowing out.

Seeing this, Eko Yamamoto hurriedly ripped off a piece of his underwear and helped him bandage his legs.

The scales of death have been completely tilted to the side of Eko Yamamoto.

"Hey, friend, if we don't help, we're dead."

The hoodie shouted in a suppressed voice, and everyone was shocked, wondering if there was really another master hiding in this tunnel, or if he was bluffing.

Just when everyone was suspicious, they only heard a melodious whistle in the long tunnel.

Someone was whistling leisurely, and the whistle was constantly echoing through the narrow tunnel, and it was difficult to tell where the man was.