"Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho-Ho......" A low, hoarse laugh, with boundless weirdness, rang out simultaneously in all directions of Jacques Dorian.

The sound reverberated through the canyon, penetrating the heart, making people feel extremely cold and frightened.

"Come out, bastard!" The twin blades in Jacques' hands shone through the cold light, and he roared loudly: "If you have a kind, fight me to the death." ”

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!" The owner of the laughter seemed to have heard the funniest thing in his life, and became more and more wild, shaking the mountain wall, and the rubble rustled and fell.

"Can't you just be above board?" Jacques looked around warily, but there was nothing, for the first time since the "King of Assassins" debuted, he had not spotted his opponent.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......" The owner of the voice seemed to have done something extremely proud, and was hiding it and snickering.

"You Kutakutu demon, ** and dog-born mongrel, devil's manure digger! What kind of god are you, you can't even beat a snail! ”

"You watchdog of hell, the fool of England who plays horse urine, the big dung heap of Scottish goats, the snot of your boar, the ass of a mare, the mongrel of the slaughterhouse, the maggot that has not been baptized!"

"You! Eat the same food as your pigs. You son who worked hard and raised with a handful of shit and a handful of urine, come out! I'm not afraid of you, this canyon will bear witness to me! When I catch you, I will definitely fight your mother and mother for 300 rounds in front of you! ”

"You're coming out!"

"Stand up!"

"You shit!"

Jacques uttered almost every dirty word he could think of, insulting his enemies with endless expletives.

His expression was mad, his eyes glowing with crimson, and he roared towards the gloomy sky.

On all sides of the canyon, Jacques's curses echoed.

"Click-click-click......" The laughter did not stop because of Jacques's swearing, but intensified.

Jacques was almost mad.

It wasn't until much later that a figure took advantage of the darkness of the night to gradually condense in front of Jacques.

It was a pitch-black figure, wrapped in heavy strips of cloth, revealing a hazy color, like a mummy wrapped in a shroud.

His dark eyes, which gleamed in the night, opened his weapon, a long whip that rattled ......

The god Negar, has come.

"Little one, you have succeeded in piquing my curiosity." Negar said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, I took advantage of your kindness and ignorance to attack you in the shadows, but don't think that this is the case, I, the god of death, Negar, will not dare to stand up in the open."

"You ......" When his opponent stood in front of him, Jacques didn't have much speech, he was so excited that he could barely speak.

It took him a long time to squeeze out a few words from between his teeth: "You despicable ...... Shameless ...... Villain! "War and slavery do not require a humble gentleman, and I am sure you and your people have learned this lesson."

"It depends on how well you whip it." Jacques took half a step, his figure flashed suddenly, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Then, his figure appeared behind Negar, and the black light of the dagger in his hand flashed and struck him on the back of his neck.

"Boom...... Negar's body was like a black dragon, full of power, his body moved forward like a thunderbolt, and with a shake of his hand, the whip in his hand wrapped around Jacques's blade.

"As a god, that's all you can do?" With a hint of sarcastic ridicule on the corner of Jacques's mouth, his right hand shook, and his figure suddenly turned into a stream of annihilation, and he suddenly struck forward.

Two daggers from antiquity flickered, piercing the sky and following Jacques's wishes, flying across the battlefield.

His blade seemed to be agile and light, his movements were as elegant and calm as poetry, and the dark night seemed to be torn apart by the light of his sword, and countless time and space were quietly shattered.

As he marched like a flamboyant dance, the strips of cloth around Negar shattered silently, turning into a cloud of crumbs, like fluttering butterflies.

Jacques is like an ink black dragon, his body flashed, he was more than ten meters away, and then he let out a low roar, and when he exhaled, his body was already like a sharp arrow off the string, and flew out with a roaring sound of lightning, and along the way, the two blades flew over, like a fire, like a wind and clouds, like a direct stab of ice, which was bound to shatter Negal's corpse into ten thousand pieces.

Two black lights mingled together, reflecting a darker color than the extremely dark night.

Suddenly, an extremely sharp sound sounded, and at the place where the weapons were handed over, a cold light burst into the air; Then, with a "snort", a blood flower rose into the sky, floating all over the sky, and under the light of the stars and moon, it looked colorful and rotten.

Jacques clasped his arms and stood aside in pain.

Negar stood firmly, a wicked smile on his lips, and he turned, striding forward, the whip in his hand clicking.

Negar shouted, "I, the god of darkness, my whip can tear the sky apart, and when it wields, even the gods tremble!" ”

"Mortal, how can you dare to go against me?"

Jacques wiped the wound on his shoulder with the fist he clenched into the dagger, and spat at the mouth: "Because I'm the father of your cheap daddy, I have to teach you a lesson!" ”

Negar grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and the whip in his hand shot out countless black winds like a huge wave towards Jacques.

The waves were overwhelming and incomparable, hitting the ground with sand and gravel.

Jacques exhaled slowly, staring in Negar's direction, and when the whip reached his body, his shadow suddenly faded, as if a landscape painting had lost its luster in an instant.

Jacques's apparition once again appeared silently beside Negar, who bent over and placed his blades at his waist, avoiding Negar's gaze and standing in a standard stealth stance.

Then he turned around and striking, "poof", a little blood bloomed, flashing a strange blue.

Then, as if captured by a black hole with strong suction, Jacques turned into wisps of black wind and re-condensed more than ten meters in front of Negar.

Negar looked at his waist in astonishment, the bubbling blue blood flowing, and he looked up at Jacques with indifferent and stunned eyes.

"Oh, little one, it looks like I'm wrong about you." There was only a hint of curiosity in his voice, but it remained in its previous state, as if it didn't take it seriously.

"You don't have to be mistaken! Immediately! Right away! I will poke your eyes, cut out your tongue, castrate your birds, and avenge my innocent comrades! Jacques exclaimed angrily.

"But......" Negar slowly lowered his head and looked at his waist, "You seem to have lost your weapon?" ”

"I've killed more than 50,000 chickens, and I don't need so many daggers to kill you, a dog offal!" Jacques looked at the dagger that had fallen on Negar's waist and said stubbornly.

"Oh...... It's a shame that it's an artifact with an ancient aura, and it lives even longer than the great Anu......" Negar grabbed the dagger and slowly pushed it into his body. "Then I'll laugh at it......"

Jacques's pupils contracted suddenly, and he watched as his blood stopped flowing as the dagger was swallowed up by Negar's body, and after a few moments, his body returned to its original state, not even a single scar remained.

"You...... This monster. ”

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha." An assassin with only a single dagger is like a lame dog. Negar laughed mercilessly at Jacques.

"Don't insult a dog like that!" Jacques rushed forward again, jumping, slashing, kicking, slamming, and shuttling like a long wind and lightning.

"Ho-ho-ho." Negar resisted and smiled: "I had hoped to solve the problem in a more secretive way, but now it seems that a head-on conflict is no longer inevitable, and your destiny will come to an end once again, Jacques Dorian, the descendant of Assasin, you and your nosy friends will all die!" ”

When Jacques heard this, his expression changed sharply, and he suddenly leaped backwards, and his body was like a dragon's curl, and he flew into the air, repeating this three times, and stood far away in the middle of the air on a cliff.

"You...... How do you know? Jacques asked.

"Because, I ...... I am the Lord of Hades, and I am the god of oath and destruction, Negar! Negar's whip swung and kept attacking Jacques.

His body flickered with black light, obscure, but full of power, and after a while, his figure seemed to have absorbed enough dark light, and it became bigger and bigger.

His voice grew louder and louder, and every word resounded through the sky like thunder, and the whole canyon began to split and collapse.

Negar's huge body, looking around, like a real god of death, the long whip in his hand stirred the wind and the moon, like a black dragon flying in the sky, sometimes flying to swallow the clouds, sometimes falling into the abyss to get water, after a while, it was already dust and sand, everywhere, only heard its sound, not its people.

Jacques held the dagger in one hand, like a fly fighting a giant in the rain, struggling to cope.

Negar danced the whip so tightly that every time the whip fell, it burst into rock and rock and opened the earth.

And although Jacques's figure is suddenly magical, soaring high and prostrate on the ground, changing in all directions, but the whip circle is getting smaller and smaller, but the situation is becoming more and more cramped.

His figure flashed, and dozens of afterimages appeared in an instant, but the scene of the sky falling apart made it impossible for him to escape the rubble coming from all directions.

"Smack!"

Eventually, Negar's whip slammed into his back.

Jacques suddenly felt a tearing pain in his back, and took two steps forward, and with a whoop, spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the placket red.

He struggled with difficulty, sat up slowly, trembling hands and feet, and looked at the giant in front of him with a pair of vicious eyes.

"Can you survive under my whip?"

"But you ......" Negar was like a high mountain, looking contemptuously at the insects at his feet, his voice was deafening, resounding through the sky, like heavy thunder, and struck Jacques: "...... Eventually, it will cease to exist. ”

"Your people will still be our slaves!"

"The so-called expeditionary force, everyone will die, you ...... Failed! ”

"Tremble, despair, mortals, your end has come!"

Jacques struggled to get up slowly with his back moving, but as soon as his body moved, he suddenly pulled his internal organs again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, falling back into the dust.

Although he was no longer able to stand up, he raised his head high and stared at Negar: "I...... Never give in! ”

"Ho ho ho, it's beautiful, but it makes no sense!" Negar laughed loudly, shaking the wilds, and the breath he exhaled seemed to blow away the dark clouds in the sky, revealing a little starlight.

"This will be your grave!" Negar suddenly bent down and carefully wrapped her hands around Jacques's body.

His hands glowed with a scorching red light, enveloping Jacques's body as if channeling a powerful spell.

Negar's face showed a rare tenderness, but the strange smile on his face became more and more eerie and eerie, he lowered his voice as much as possible, and said in a whisper: "Little one, your death is not the final end, your mind will be blinded, your soul will serve me, you will join my army, eternal life, no catastrophe will ......be restored."

"Now...... Look into the darkness of your soul! Negar screamed, and the red light of his hands shone brightly, as if he was about to completely annihilate Jacques.

Jacques lay on the ground and pressed a finger to his ear with difficulty: "Rhaegar, it's ...... now"

"Understood."

At the moment when Negar tried his best to transform Jacques into his servant, a silver-white light and shadow slashed through the sky, like a long sword through the sky, piercing the inky sky and piercing the sky.

Jacques raised his head again and grinned the corners of his mouth with difficulty, revealing a bright smile: "Goodbye, dog mongrel." ”

For the first time, Negar's eyes showed a stunned color, and at this moment, Jacques's body suddenly burst out with a silver light, exuding phantom brilliance, and his body was like a long arrow that was full, and in an instant, it shot high into the air and flew into the vast universe.

Negar suddenly had a premonition that something was wrong, he reined in his spell, raised his head, and an aura of destruction came over him.

There was a sharp and ominous scream in the air, like a hungry monster, making a gluttonous sound.

With a loud bang, a dazzling light fell from the sky, completely destroying the entire canyon.

This ominous place began to burn, and black smoke came out. The flames raged in all directions, and within a few moments, they engulfed a radius of dozens of miles.

The blue glow shone in the sky, and even the black smoke from the burning could not hide it.

The surrounding mountains let out a low roar and began to slide, rocks collapsed, and everything was crushed to the ground......

Negar's massive body, struggling under the ravages of the flames, collapsed......

Jacques teleported himself seven times in a row, barely escaping the range of the explosion, leaning against a large tree and looking into the distance.

"Thank you, Rhaegar, and help me, thank you to the launchers of this fusion strike." Jacques thanked him with a sigh of relief.

"No problem, Jacques." In Jacques's headphones, a deep male voice came out, "Commonplace, Jacques." ”

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