The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and the assassin suddenly shook his body and disappeared without a trace in front of Pan Long's eyes.

(How is that possible?!)

Pan Long knew that the most powerful thing about assassins was stealth backstabs, and people like him who didn't wear armor were almost always killed. So he has been carefully watching the opponent's movements, his eyes are fixed on the opponent's body, and he doesn't even dare to blink.

Who knows, the other party will be able to launch a stealth in such a situation!

Before he could think about it, as soon as the other party disappeared, he felt a strong sense of crisis strike again, almost exactly the same as just now.

(Hell yes!)

The two sides were separated by almost ten steps, and in the blink of an eye, how did the assassin get behind him?

Pan Long was taken aback, and hurriedly dodged, but unexpectedly, the knife light suddenly appeared between his chest and abdomen, if it weren't for his instinctive leaning back, and at the same time exhaling violently, his chest sank, and he was almost stabbed by this knife.

(False Move!)

Pan Long didn't expect that his intuition was wrong, and the rhythm of his movements was suddenly a little deformed, revealing a flaw, and he was close to the assassin. I saw that the two knives flew up and down, the knives did not leave his vital point, and the whole person followed him inch by inch, almost sticking to his body.

In a master's fight, the winner or loser is often only a millimeter. The other party can even confuse his intuition, which is really amazing. He had never met such an opponent, and he never even thought of this possibility, if it weren't for the excellent basic skills, the body footwork had become instinct, and in the blink of an eye, it would be a big disembowelment.

Fortunately, after years of hard training, it still worked, and after dodging the most lethal blows, he was able to barely support himself by relying on the changes in body and footwork, waving his hands one after another, constantly resisting one knife after another that stabbed at the vital point.

At this time, his weapons became an obstacle.

The attack range of a weapon like a long sword is roughly between half a step to one and a half steps, and no matter how far or close it is, it depends on the skillful change of footsteps to change the distance between each other. And if you are stopped two steps away by a long weapon such as a spear, or if you are close to a short weapon such as a dagger, it will be difficult to parry.

Although the long sword also has the trick of inverting the hilt as a small hammer, this kung fu is a bit out of the way, and Pan Long really can't.

Fortunately, he is a master of punches and feet, and he still has a way to face this situation.

Even better, the Assassin of the One God Cult probably hadn't noticed it, and he still thought he was a nimble swordsman.

Pan Long soon realized this, and then woke up to the fact that this was his chance to turn defeat into victory!

Seeing that the long sword could not be used due to the distance, he made a panicked expression on his face, and his feet kept retreating, but gradually made room for his left hand.

Suddenly, his right hand loosened, and the Sword of Slaughter fell to the ground, attracting the Assassin's attention. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the five fingers of his left hand spread like tiger claws, and he grabbed the assassin's right arm, grabbing and twisting with force.

He has practiced the Iron Palm Skill for many years, and the strength in his hands is extremely fierce. A grasp can pinch a handful of soybeans out of oil, and a twist can twist an ordinary sword into a twist. Not to mention that the assassin was only wearing a black robe, even if he was wearing steel arm guards, he couldn't stop it!

The Pan family's iron palm has been passed down for seven or eight generations and is famous. Known as striking iron and crushing iron, grasping stones and stone cracks, although Pan Long is young, but this grasping power already has a bit of the essence of the Pan family's iron palm.

The Assassin's right hand was grabbed by him, and before he could break free, he felt a sharp pain, and half of his arm had been twisted into a strange angle, and he suddenly broke his bones.

Not only that, Pan Long threw his sword, and his right hand was also free. The body avoided the short knife that the opponent's left hand wiped towards his throat between square inches, and took the middle palace with one palm, slapping it heavily on the opponent's chest.

The sound of bones shattering, the assassin let out a dull scream, blood gushing from between his mouth and nose, and the whole person fell out like a bundle of straw.

Of course, Pan Long will not forget about it, the injured beast is the most dangerous, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, and ensuring that he does not pose a threat to himself again is the top priority!

He lunged out, following closely after the Assassin who had fallen out, who had just hit a tree and stopped, and before he could catch his breath, his hands were already slamming on the sides of the other's heads.

The blow was so fierce that the assassin's skull was completely distorted, and red and white flowed out. Until now, even if a priest with high magic power intervened, he couldn't save his life.

After killing this assassin of the One God Cult in a series of three moves, Pan Long breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his hair stood on end, as if someone had been splashed with ice water in the winter, so cold that even the bone marrow was frozen.

(And enemies!)

He suddenly realized that he was afraid that he had been attacked, and he bowed like a big stone thrown from a catapult, and rushed forward with a bang, and rolled into the grass seven or eight paces ahead.

There was a lot of dead grass in the woods, and he rolled into it at once, and hid himself against the half-man-tall dead grass.

It was only then that he felt the chill in the back of his heart, as if there was a piece of cold ice placed there, and even the cold was still emanating, spreading towards his internal organs and limbs.

He opened the character panel and saw two states: "Frozen, Poisoned".

(Sure enough, it's a sorcerer of the One God Cult!)

Pan Long suddenly realized that the only people in the world who could mix ice spells with poison were those evil warlocks who had something to do with the demon world. They relied on borrowing the power of demons to transform themselves into half-human, half-demon beings, so that they could control this demonic cold poison without killing themselves.

Fortunately, he is a master of external skills, and when he fights, he is really angry, and naturally forms a layer of protection around his body. Although this layer of protection cannot be compared with the True Yuan Protector of innate masters such as Daddy, it also has a certain defensive power, blocking some of his attacks.

Otherwise, with just that trick just now, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Now, although he is injured, as the true qi is running, the cold behind him is slowly weakening, and I believe that it will not take long to return to normal combat effectiveness.

As for the loss of health...... That knocked out twenty of his health, which is barely a "break" for him with a total of more than fifty health.

Pan Long hid in the grass and remained motionless, vigilantly paying attention to any wind and grass around him, not letting go of a clue.

A moment later, he heard a voice coming from one direction.

(That's over there!)

He had already relied on his true qi to completely remove the frozen state, and he roared angrily, like an arrow from the string rushing in the direction where the sound came from.

It was an empty wood, and there was nothing.

Seeing him rush over, a sneer came from behind the big tree not far away, and several dark rays of light that were impossible to see in the dark night appeared in the air and shot towards the woods.

It's a trap!

But the person who set the trap was obviously too happy, and before the few dark rays of light flew halfway, Pan Long's body had already flown out of thin air and slammed into the canopy of a large tree.

He is not a fool, how can he be attracted to the past by the slightest wind and grass! To try to calculate him in this way is to underestimate people.

Pan Long made a calculation, hit the canopy, relied on the strength of the branches to defuse the impact, and his body turned upside down, rushing towards the back of the big tree that had just sneered and glowed dimly.

The man behind the big tree never dreamed that the relationship between the prey and the hunter would be reversed in an instant, and he was suddenly a little flustered, and raised his hand to cast a spell, but there was no time to do it.

With a roar of rage, Pan Long rushed in front of him with a violent wind, slapped him head-on, and hit him heavily on the forehead.

The thin figure wrapped in a black robe fell directly, and the fishy smell of liquid flowed all over the ground.

In the barracks tent of the Frese Army, a soft and calm voice, as if the sky was falling apart and could not make him change color, said lightly: "The thirty-first is dead, and the guy who set the fire really has some ability." ”

The guards who stood at the door of the tent, unmoved by the fire and the attack, trembled. There was no fear on their faces, but they were full of shame, which made the speaker unhappy and made them more uncomfortable than the punishment they might have received if they were successfully attacked by night while on duty.

"Don't mind, no matter how good that guy is, he will only hit a stone with an egg after all. The voice added, "Besides, if he really has the ability, why did he have to run away just now? wouldn't it be easier to rush in while the chaos and kill me directly." ”

"We will never let him touch a finger of the Golden Horde!" exclaimed the Captain of the Guard.

"Hehe, I trust your determination. So, let me see. The voice smiled, "The trash, too, has been around long enough to silence them." ”

The captain of the guard immediately bowed down to receive the order, and immediately announced to the surroundings: "The Holy One has an order, be quiet, and do not make noise!"

The words were immediately passed down one by one, repeated by one person. But if they did not repeat it because of panic and fear, the guards on patrol immediately drew their swords and cut them down.

A moment later, although the fire was still blazing in the barracks, there was no panic at all. The Frese soldiers, under the command of the Guards, put out the fire in an orderly manner and threw the corpses on the side of the road.

It's just that the number of corpses is far more than that of those killed by Pan Long and burned by fire.

Deep in the woods, Pan Long let out a long breath of turbid air, and the true qi that was boiling because of the fierce battle completely calmed down and retracted his dantian.

The battle just now, which lasted only a minute or two, was the only danger he had ever seen in his life. If he had to do it all over again, he wasn't even sure he would survive.

First of all, the assassin, his stealth kung fu is really unpredictable, especially the second shot, which actually made his martial arts intuition wrong. If it is placed in the real world, it must be a miraculous skill, enough to make people frightened.

Real-world warriors pay great attention to honing their instincts, and they rely heavily on them in battle. If he can learn the skills of this assassin and suddenly use them in battle, even if he is a master with martial arts two or three points higher than him, there is a great possibility that he will be overshadowed.

The master fights, and if he is so yin, he is almost sentenced to life and death. He was able to dodge the second knife at the last moment, and the element of luck was actually more than strength.

The assassin probably didn't know that there was a strange profession like him in the world who wore leather armor, but his movements were more agile than the assassins, and even more powerful after throwing weapons, and he must have not figured out where he came from until he died.

(According to the class system of this world, I should be considered a warrior monk, right?, no, I can use armor and weapons, and the weapon kung fu is okay, so I can't be considered a warrior monk...... ）

Pan Long recalled the situation of the battle just now, and remembered the little surprise in the assassin's eyes when he missed the second sword, and couldn't help but smile.

Then there was the evil sorcerer, who was cold and insidious, and was unmoved to see his comrades being killed, only patiently waiting for the opportunity to sneak up on him. The sinister intentions are chilling.

It's a pity that this person's hard power is a cut lower than that of the assassin, especially if he wants to play the trick of profit, otherwise, if the two of them join forces from the beginning, Pan Long will definitely die.

"There are really masters in this world, and just two unknown characters almost killed me. Pan Long breathed a long sigh of relief, and was secretly vigilant in his heart, "You must be more careful in the future!