On the other hand, the dialect that had a chance to escape because of the cover of Goemon was not much better.

While Goemon was defeating the enemy general in his crotch, the assassins who were with him did not let him go, but followed his tracks like hunting dogs.

"Damn!" Fang Yan didn't even have time to turn back, let alone resist, the piercing cold light behind him was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, just to escape, he had done his best.

In the blink of an eye, another turn was made.

This time to the right.

This time to the left.

Further to the left.

...... to the left

This is an alley that is very difficult for ordinary people to walk, but it is like a fish in water for dialect, or it is precisely because it is an alley, in the face of those professional assassins, he may have the slightest chance to escape from the alley like a lost dog.

Where to jump, where to turn, where to go to a dead end, everything is guessed with the accuracy of the dialect, which seems to be the favor of Lady Luck, but it doesn't seem to be like that.

The dialect had lingered for a long time in a filthy place like this, so he had experience in this area, otherwise it would have been impossible to escape from a dozen assassins who were proficient in assassination.

Although dialects are one of the best at escaping like mice, this kind of non-stop running journey always has an end, and escaping is not the same as escaping.

This point, even Saito Guidie was aware of it in the sound of the howling wind and rain.

"Brother Fang Yan, it's all my fault for putting me down, you can run away by yourself, leave me alone." Saito returned to the butterfly finally with a crying voice flowing in the wind, which made people feel pitiful.

"Shut up and keep your head down." Fang Yan drank coldly, his expression was terrifyingly cold, and his previous amiable appearance was completely gone, and the word 'pretend' could not accurately describe this bizarre transformation, which was like the difference between the first and second personalities.

But in fact, Fang Yan was very glad in his heart at the moment, the other party didn't cry loudly, which made him very relieved and satisfied, and sure enough, the daughter of the old thing of the pit viper was not a simple person.

The voice that was different from before made Saito Guidie's heart tremble, and he fell silent for a moment.

"Is this all there is to it?" Fang Yan was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst out of this murmuring whisper, and his pace slowed down, although it was raining heavily, with the help of the wind, he still let the other party hear very clearly.

yes, that's fine. Saito Guidie silently lowered his head, without any thoughts of complaining and cursing the dialect in his heart, but still praying sincerely for the other party.

"Gui Die, wait and I'll let you hide in one place, you are obedient there, you must be quiet, their target is only me, I will be back soon, you know?"

"Huh?"

Fang Yan instructed coldly, his tone did not allow the other party to refute at all, and even ignored the other party's surprised voice, he turned a corner again, and quickly stuffed the burden on his back into a place similar to the accumulation of garbage and debris, and then put on the clothes made of bamboo valley again, and turned around and ran wildly again.

Saito Guidie curled up in the corner with her legs bent, all the breath on her body was covered by the rotten and dirty breath, in this heavy rain, she seemed so small, she could only watch the sad back fade away.

"It's coming."

It seems that because of the removal of Saito's butterfly, the nearest black shadows have become closer, and even only a few meters apart.

Although Saito Guidie is no longer on his body, now is not the time to use the Swift Wind Walk, if he chooses to escape at this time, he can indeed save his life, but the other party will definitely search around here, and it will be difficult for the little guy to escape, and the previous efforts of Goemon will be in vain, this kind of action is obviously undesirable.

However, after Gui Die was unloaded, Fang Yan's skills became obviously much more agile, and it was not without the strength of a battle.

Squeak-boom!

While thinking, a wooden room in front of Fang Yan's side was suddenly knocked open, and a sturdy figure turned over on the ground in embarrassment, but the next moment it rushed towards him with all the momentum of knocking over, and the cold light flashed in his arms, and there was a dull liquid on it, which was a poisoned knife.

You must not be hit, not even if it is just a scratch of the skin.

Fang Yan took a deep breath, and such a thought flashed in his heart, but how to avoid that figure is another problem, this is an alley, not a street, not a bullring, and now the wolf and the tiger, can only ...... Choosing to die?

The figure that roared over like a tank saw that the target stayed in place, and his heart was happy, and his speed became faster, and he rumbled.

But the moment he bumped into the other party, the target disappeared mysteriously.

That's right, it's gone, it's not an exaggerated metaphor, it's like an evaporation, and it disappears without the slightest warning.

The sturdy assassin, who had lost his buffer target, crashed into the stone wall next to him, fell into a dog's, and was even more shocked in his heart, and when he realized that the situation was not good, the deadly cold breath from behind him ended all his life before he could turn back.

"Poof!"

Fang Yan, who appeared in the air again, looked cold, and the military spur dagger that had been kept for self-defense crossed the air, mercilessly cutting the throat of the other party, and the blood spurting out of the artery instantly stained the water on the ground red.

Breaking the hidden blow, the fatal blow, and the double-click superposition instantly beats the opponent into a near-death state, like an assassin who has been drained of all his strength and attaches his weight to the dialect.

At the same time as Fang Yan killed this roadblocker, the jackal behind him arrived as scheduled, and a cold frost stabbed his back, which was enough to suffocate the murderous aura.

Fang Yan lifted the prey in his hand as he shifted positions and concealed it in front of him.

"Stop, stop... No! The last remaining consciousness of the assassin is instinctively asking for help, and it is clear that he is a murderer but does not have the slightest consciousness of being killed, which can't help but make the dialect a little funny.

"Trust your companion or not." Fang Yan smiled viciously and held the other party in front of him as a meat shield.

"Don't kill me, stop!" The hoarse throat of the assassin made the last sound. The light of the short-bladed dagger broke through the downpour, shuttled through the rain, and sped away.

Puff puff!

"Gollum ......"

Countless flying knives and hidden weapons caused blood foam of different shapes and sizes to emerge from the body of the meat shield.

Although the other party made a good buffer, but as a shield, the strength was still a little insufficient, and the daggers came out with front spikes, if it wasn't for the dagger being too short, he would definitely be pierced one after another, cutting through the skin and being poisoned.

"It's really useless, how about getting fatter in the next life?" Fang Yan smacked his tongue, but a cold sweat broke out in his heart, and after shaking off the meat shield in his hand, he swooped forward, and the military thorn in his hand took the initiative to attack the falling black shadow.

Knife to the bone, pull down hard!

The pain alone completely defeated the other party, and it seemed that his life would not last long, but the expression of distortion and shock because of the pain was still staring at Fang Yan motionlessly, completely unexpectedly that the weak person in this information would choose to resist, and he was so decisive.

The second ...... The dialect was silently recited, but plural footsteps sounded around him.

In the darkness, blades collided with each other, and along with thunder and roars, they erupted with a reverberating sound that could make people ring.

The blades collide like a jerky couple kiss and then quickly parry, followed by the very common hand-to-hand combat, side kicks in the abdomen, down the crotch, sweeping blocks, and slamming against the wall, which is a complete hooligan tactic, this is his own specialty, and he will definitely not lose......

Although this is what the dialect thinks in his head, it is not.

After a long run and the attack speed of the dialect that fought just now was obviously slower than that of the other party, not to mention, the other party was not just one person, and the previous ability to kill the second enemy was obviously a surprise and a fluke.

In the collision with multiple figures just now, Fang Yan's only effective attack was that one swing of the dagger, and the next moment he was kicked into the abdomen by a kick from nowhere, and he almost lost consciousness in pain.

As if expected, the opponent was so experienced that he didn't choose to block like a rookie at all, but chose the most incisive dodge and side kick.

Damn, is that all there is to it?!

Fang Yan frowned, his face was forced to show a deoxygen-deprived and depressed expression because of the severe pain, and his heart was still struggling and resisting, but his consciousness gradually became blurred.

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, and the loud voice was like a torch in the darkness, dispelling all despair in an instant.

"Lord Tongue, is that you?!!"

Fang Yan's heart froze, his eyes widened suddenly, and the rekindled survival ** made him subconsciously kick the box next to him vigorously, destroying it and making a loud noise.

The faces of the three assassins who stood within a meter of dialect changed, and they were also shocked, they didn't expect that it would be such a time, and the other party would still come to help.

The three blades swung at high speed in the air at the same time, cutting through the rain, forming a trap that could not be dodged, and stabbed at several vital parts of Fang Yan's body, namely the throat, chest, and abdomen.

But this distance, judging from the comparison of the strength of the two sides, the dialect has no chance to dodge, and the wind step is also in the cooldown, and the voice is obviously still some distance away from here, and it is impossible to ask for foreign help.

In other words, if you don't want to find a way to solve this game, you will still die! Realizing this, the pupils of the dialect shrank to the extreme, his back was cold, his brain was spinning wildly, and his heart was thumping.

Is there anything else I can do......