Clenching the jumping knife in his hand, Emo looked around vigilantly, at this time, a leaf fell from his eyes, Emo frowned, his gaze fell to the ground along the leaf, and suddenly, the spot of light on the ground was shrouded in a gradually expanding shadow. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On top!

Shocked, Emo didn't think about it, his body immediately retreated, and the next moment, a figure fell on the place where Emo was standing just now, and the dagger in his hand with a pitch-black body with scarlet lines suddenly cut through the void.

Suddenly, a sharp blade light with red in black appeared in the void.

The difference between the cold blade and Ermo's neck was like a fraction of a second, and Ermo could almost feel the cold touch of the blade as it touched his skin, only a little bit, if the dagger had gone any further, he would already be a dead man at this moment.

There had never been a moment when he felt that death had been so close to him, and that suffocating depression almost made him breathless.

After taking a few steps backwards, Emo stood still, his eyes showing horror and rebirth, and underneath this, there was a subtle hint of hideousness.

Damn, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's move to that place with light just now, I'm afraid I would have been in a different place at this moment.

Thinking like this, Ero felt a sense of joy for the caution just now!

Weston didn't take advantage of the victory, in fact, with his agile skills, as long as he stepped forward and stabbed Ermo again, then Ermo would not have a chance to survive at all.

Looking down at the interplay of light and shadow under his feet, Weston's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, smiled, and sighed in his heart: What a cunning prey.

But wouldn't that be better? If it's over in the first place, then it's too boring.

Looking at the look of horror in Ermer's eyes, Weston licked his lips excitedly, and a trace of sickly pleasure welled up in his heart, he liked this kind of look, frightened, desperate, helpless.

Seeing Weston staring at him tightly, a sneer flashed at the corner of Emer's mouth, and the look of horror in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by the hideous malice hidden underneath.

Along with this layer of malice, there were also eyes that shimmered with a ghostly light.

Soul Eye!

Weston's expression froze, and his eyes suddenly became dull, seeing this, Emo knew that the Eye of the Dementor had succeeded, and his heart was overjoyed, so he naturally refused to let go of this hard-won opportunity, and rushed towards Weston as fast as possible, and the jumping knife in his hand stabbed Weston's neck fiercely, and he shot mercilessly.

However, when Ermo's blade was less than a meter away from Weston's neck, a pitch-black dagger with scarlet lines came first, striking at the blade of the jumping knife.

"Qiang ......"

A golden iron trembling sounded, and the huge force from the jumping knife caused Emer's body to retreat again and again, retreating to the place where he had stood before.

When Ermo looked up, he saw Weston's eyes closed, apparently free from the control of the Dementor's Eye, and his heart sank.

Is this hard-won opportunity just passing through the cracks?

Having lost this chance, Irmer didn't know if he had another chance.

At this moment, Emer only felt a flower in front of him, and Weston's figure disappeared in place, and instantly came to him, the dagger in his hand crossed and slashed.

A tingling pain came from his chest, and then he heard Weston say coldly: "I didn't expect you to have such a spiritual secret skill, this is a bit unexpected to me, and I almost capsized in the gutter." ”

As he spoke, Weston's figure retreated, and finally disappeared into the shadows, some angry words coming from the shadows.

"But next time, I'll silently wipe your throat with a dagger, and I won't give you a chance to see me again."

Covering the bleeding wound on his chest with his left hand, Emer staggered backwards, then leaned against a tree trunk, his chest heaving violently, gasping for breath, his eyes wandering, the knuckles of his fingers holding the jumping knife were a little white from excessive force.

As the minutes ticked by, Weston hadn't yet appeared, as if he had left, but Emer had been on the alert, putting on a defensive posture to deal with danger at any time, and the whole person was like a tight string.

The wound that Weston left on his chest was not deep, but it was very long, and with the wound left on his back before, the blood that had spilled had stained the white shirt red, which was a little glaring.

Don't you want to make a move?

Ermo was a little anxious in his heart, he hadn't slept all night last night, his physical and mental condition was not good, and now he had shed a lot of blood, if Weston didn't do it again, he could faint at any time due to exhaustion and excessive bleeding.

And if he makes a move, he may still have a chance of life.

A twig shook slightly, and Weston, who had just stood on it, leaped down and fell to the ground like a ghost, without making a sound.

Looking at the tree in front of him, at Irmer, who only showed one shoulder behind the tree, Weston smiled, this game of cat and mouse seemed to him to be over.

Now, Weston just wanted to quietly walk up behind Ermer, wrap the dagger around his neck, and gently wipe his throat.

Thinking about the warmth of the blood flowing from his neck and passing down the dagger to his hand, Weston couldn't help but tremble with excitement, he liked to kill, he preferred blood.

Every member of the Shadow Assassin family has to undergo very strict training since childhood, and through the baptism of blood, they have honed into the sharpest killing weapons.

Weston knows nothing else, he can kill, since he was a child, except for the necessary training in various Chinese, all he can learn is to kill, and only when he kills, when the warm blood flows through the palm of his hand, he feels that he is still alive.

Of course, the fear of the enemy is also a good spice for him, so in the face of those who are weaker than him, he will slowly let them struggle in fear and finally die.

Stepping on the ground, Weston didn't make the slightest sound.

Five-meter ...... Four-meter ...... Three-meter ......

Getting closer, closer and closer, Weston could even hear Ermer's heavy breathing and a pounding heartbeat.

A bloodthirsty smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the dagger in his hand was slowly raised, and the scarlet lines on the dagger were also glowing with cold bloodlust.

Just when Weston was less than a meter away from the tree that Ermo was leaning on, Ermo, who had not been aware of it just now, suddenly turned around, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth that had succeeded in his trickery, and a pair of eyes that flashed with a ghostly light stared at him tightly.

Not good!

He screamed in his heart, but in the next moment, Weston felt that his consciousness was stretched by an invisible gravitational force and fell into a dark abyss.

The opportunity must not be lost, it will not come again, just now it only took a second for Weston to break free from his dementor eye, and at this moment, without hesitation, the jumping knife in his hand stabbed into Weston's fragile neck, and Ermo did not draw the knife, and directly pulled back.

Sure enough, the next moment Weston came back to his senses, his eyes widened, and he raised his hand in disbelief, touching the jumping knife that was still stuck in his neck, his hand trembled, but he didn't dare to pull it out.

Although he didn't pull out the knife, the blood still flowed irrepressibly down the blood groove on the knife's body, and his strength seemed to flow with it, and with a "boom", Weston fell to his knees weakly.

"How so? How so? I don't believe I'm Weston, the genius of the Shadow Assassin family...... Unexpectedly...... Will you die here? ”

Muttering in a low voice, Weston's face was full of unwillingness.

Ermo stood in the distance, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but sneer, "In our definition of Huaxia, an assassin is a person who misses a blow and travels thousands of miles, and a person like you, who has no ability and behavior that does not match the identity of an assassin, can also be called an assassin?" Talented? Not even more! In my opinion, it must be a neurosis. ”

"Shut up!" Weston's face, which was slightly pale from blood loss, suddenly showed a look of shame and anger, and he shouted angrily.

But this roar seemed to be a sign of his return to light, and after the roar, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and the whole person stopped.

Prostrate on the ground, Weston looked at Emo tightly, and said weakly: "Then you have to let me die, how did you know that I was behind you?" ”

Ermo shook his head slowly, and said lightly: "Mr. Weston, then I may have to say sorry to you, contrary to what you want me to do, I want you to be a fool." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, laughing wildly.

"You ......"

Looking at Umme with resentment, Weston didn't finish his sentence before his head tilted and swallowed.

Seeing that Weston was completely dead, Emo put away the smug face of the villain's victory, and sat on the ground like a deflated ball, secretly lucky.

Weston is agile and proficient in all kinds of assassination techniques and the mysterious and strange shadow escape arts, if it weren't for his cat-and-mouse banter attitude in his heart and his intention to prolong the game, he would have become a cold corpse long ago.

It was the demon's bewitchment, and this ability that had just been strengthened for a short time actually came in handy and saved his life.

This ability is capable of communicating with any living thing on a spiritual level, and has a certain demagogic nature.

The forest was full of trees, and although the trees could not be moved, they were indeed alive, and Eromo had the attitude of giving it a try, and mentally communicated with the tree he relied on, and tentatively asked where Weston was hiding.

The spiritual power of the big tree is weak, and the spiritual intelligence can also be said to be almost non-existent, so it is impossible to answer accurately at all.

But the tree connects its spirit with the spirit of Emer, and the spirit of Emer can be transmitted to every branch and leaf through the tree.

And the branches of this dense forest are next to the branches, and the leaves are next to the leaves, so that a perceptual network is enough to envelop the entire dense forest.

Weston's every move is under the watchful eye of Irmer, but that alone is not enough to defeat Weston.

Through the failure of the Dementor Eye last time, Ero discovered that Weston's mental power was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he was only temporarily unconscious under the influence of the Dementor Eye.

And after Weston suffered a loss, he must have an embankment in his heart, and if he wants Weston to be hit again, he must be taken by surprise.

When he noticed that Weston was behind him, and instead of striking immediately, he was slowly approaching him, and Irmo knew that his chance had come, and it could be his last.

Not raw! It's death!

Obviously, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, but Ero still pretended not to know, and only in this way could Weston's vigilance be lowered.

Presumably, at the moment before he was hit, Weston was still happy in his heart, laughing at the ignorance of the guy in front of him.

Hehe, it's a pity, in the end he died, and he walked out of this dense forest alive...... It's me!