The people who were originally sitting and watching the battle couldn't help but stand up at this time, leaned forward, opened their mouths, and stared at Itomu's final blow. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Itogi, whose momentum and strength had reached its peak, finally moved the dagger in his hand, and under the already unimaginable speed, the dagger moved like the wind.

The wind cannot be seen or touched, it does not know where it arises, and it does not know where it will go out.

Although everyone knew that Itomu would make a move, when he actually made a move, it still made people feel abrupt and incredible, as if the knife appeared out of thin air.

Fast, fast people can't see how that knife is cut at all. Even if it was on the viewing platform, people couldn't help but snort, and their bodies were cold, as if they had been stabbed, and even their faces were a little pale.

Although they didn't even see how Itomu came out with the knife, everyone couldn't help but have a picture in their minds, as if the next moment, Han Sen's head would rise with the wind, spraying blood in the wind.

When the wind rises, the knife has passed.

When you feel the wind, it's too late.

"The wind blows!" Mr. Takashi shouted, his eyes widening as he stared at Itoki's sword.

It's just that everyone didn't have the heart to listen to what he said, and all their thoughts and eyes were focused on Han Sen.

Everyone was waiting for the result, the terrifying momentum and power condensed by the one hundred and fifty steps of sacrificing their lives, coupled with this terrifying terrifying sword, they didn't know that Han Sen wanted to know how to resist.

Withdraw!

Except for retreating, they couldn't think of how to block this knife.

But when they thought of retreating, they thought of it and suddenly found that who in the world could retreat under such a sword?

I'm afraid that the head has been cut off without lifting the toes.

Irresistible!

Everyone put themselves in the shoes of God B, and their faces turned pale suddenly, and they couldn't even see the knife clearly.

The wind is invisible, but the knife is tangible.

Han Sen didn't have a blade in his hands, and in the midst of that great terror, he put his palms together, like a Buddha holding a precept, his eyes were not even looking at the knife, calm and serene, in sharp contrast to Itomu's violent impact, making the viewer almost vomit blood in discomfort.

While!

But the supreme blow, the incomparable blow, the last blow of sacrificing one's life, was forced to be sandwiched between the palms of the fold.

In an instant, the storm stopped, the knife was quiet, and the picture seemed to freeze instantly, as if even time had stopped.

The incomparably tyrannical attack was completely still between those hands.

Everyone opened their mouths wide and stared at the frozen picture in amazement, and no one could believe it, nor could they accept that the blow was over.

It's like a big truck sprinting at 200 yards per hour, and suddenly it freezes directly in place without warning, and the feeling is too weird and unacceptable, even if it brakes, it has to rub a long spark with the ground.

Even if there is a wall in front of you, it will be smashed to pieces.

But nothing happened, and it stopped abruptly.

The tip of the knife is only an inch away from the center of God B's eyebrows, but this inch distance is already like the end of the world.

God B is like a Buddha with flowers, there is heaven between his palms, and this moment is eternal, even if the heavens and the earth are shattered and the world is destroyed, his hands cannot be shaken by half a minute.

I can't imagine that there was no sound on the viewing platform for a long time, as if my brain couldn't react, and I looked at the two people who were still in a daze.

Itomu's hand holding the knife was already trembling, and this killing blow didn't even break through the opponent's hands.

The way of the assassin, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent, this blow has exhausted all Itomu, but I didn't expect it to be such a result, Itomu's battle intent collapsed instantly, his face was as pale as snow, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't even hold the knife.

Han Sen moved his hands, he had already taken the dagger in his hand, and returned it to Ito Mu with the blade: "I accepted the style of this knife, and there is only one knife in this life, this world, this world, and here." ”

Itomu's body trembled, he reached out to catch the dagger, and looked at Han Sen in front of him with a complicated expression.

The duel did not continue, and Han Sen directly withdrew from the virtual platform.

Seeing God B and Itomu leave one after another, although the victory or defeat of this battle was not determined by the battle platform, the victory or defeat was already in everyone's hearts.

"I accepted the style of this knife...... I'm going to cry...... It's a pity for Itogi ......"

"There is only one knife in this life, this world, this world, and here, Itomu deserves the reputation of this first knife, that knife is too strong, but it's a pity that he met God B!"

"Both Yu and He Shengliang, the sorrow of this generation. ”

"Itogi don't cry, we will always support you, in our hearts, you will always be the strongest king of assassins. ”

"God B is still the God B. ”

......

Fang Mingquan let out a long breath and said with some regret: "Cut off the road of life and death with a knife, and from now on the end of the world is a passerby." A duel, two legends, but never seen again. ”

Hearing Fang Mingquan say this, everyone was a little gloomy, because the agreement between Itomu and the gold coin was in the past, and there could be no next battle, and this battle had become a resounding battle.

"Mr. Long, what do you think of this battle?" Fang Mingquan turned to Mr. Long to the side and asked.

"In this life, in this world, in this world, in this world, there is only one sword. Mr. Long just repeated, and then got up and left the virtual platform.

Almost everyone who watched this duel watched the video several times, but no matter how many times they watched it, they had a feeling that they couldn't get enough of it, and they couldn't stop watching it again and again.

"Itogi, it's a pity. ”

"Can you see this knife style again? I really want to see it again. ”

"The sad little prince. ”

"I'm willing to use my ten-year life in exchange for the opportunity for Itomu to fight God B again. ”

"I accepted the style of this knife. I'm really about to cry, God B is so cruel that he took Itogi's soul. ”

......

After Fang Mingquan returned to the office, he sorted out the images of the battle, and there was no need to edit it at all, just with a title, and then wrote an article at the end.

It's just that this article of his is not written for God B, but for Itomu.

King of Assassins

Life and life never end

There is only one knife here and now

See all the ruthless guests for a hundred years

Weiyi style is the most moving

Dedicated to Itogi, the eternal king of assassins in my heart.

In this battle, God B is rarely mentioned, and basically Itogi is discussed, although he was not able to win, but the style of Itomu's knife has touched everyone's hearts and has been crowned as the king of assassins.

As for God B, he has become an invincible god in the minds of the people, and he is not even interested in discussing it.