Flowers, trees, lakes, the Crow's Assassins can infiltrate any environment.

Shadow had heard of this description in the mouth of the hundred winds, and he scoffed at it for a while, but the pain of a torn ankle forced him to revisit the passage. On top of that, he had to replenish and replenish - the soil, the walls, the more they could fit into, and for the Crow's Assassins, nothing in the world could stand in their way.

And after countless years of baptism, these assassins who came and went without a trace gained more powerful abilities.

Immortal.

With this gift, they can attack their targets with even more brazenness, and they will not hesitate to exchange injuries to achieve their goals.

"Boy, you go first, and I'll leave it to the old man here. Shadow said quietly.

The giant sword he pestled on the ground deliberately blocked his injured right foot, and in the case of a broken hamstring, he would undoubtedly become a burden, and it was tricky enough to protect Richard, plus an old man with "inconvenient legs and feet", it can be described as ten deaths.

I really have to serve the old.

Shadow sighed.

If he was young, no matter where the opponent came from, he could subdue them in an instant. The wine gradually hollowed out his body, and after learning of the death of Hundred Wind at the end of the Hundred Years' War, he became devastated and willing to live out his old age under Albert.

But he could see that the crow's goal was not just Richard, nor was it just to eliminate the last bloodline of the Henry family, and in the fleeting confrontation, he saw the flame of hatred in the eyes of the other party, and hatred would lead them to hunt all those who helped the Henry family.

This was both a yoke of hatred and the pride of the Assassins.

If he stays here, the Crows will see him as their primary target.

Victory or defeat, life and death, are all in one thought!

"What are you nervous about all of a sudden?" Lin Qiu was puzzled, they had just repelled a wave of attacks, and now was a good time to hurry.

"Don't be verbose, let you go, hurry up! The old man is going to make a break with these little cubs!" Shadow said toughly, "I will catch up with you in 10 minutes!"

Another reason for him to stay is also Baifeng.

Ying felt that he had two regrets in his life, one was that he couldn't express his friendship when Baifeng was alive, and the other was that he couldn't compete with her in a dignified way until Baifeng died in the imperial capital. The Black Crow is an assassin that Hundred Wind recognizes and admires, and he decides to seize his last chance.

In a moment, Lin Qiu felt that the atmosphere on the shadow had changed suddenly.

His cloudy eyes became extremely sharp, and his whole body erupted with an unstoppable momentum, and the cold sword qi shattered several stone pillars and trees, and several black shadows fell to the ground with the sound of the sound - all of them were assassins lurking in the shadows, but they were not black crows. The assassins were mottled with swords and wounds, all of which were killed in one move.

"It's only a hindrance for you to stay here, because ...... Next, it's a personal vendetta!"

As he spoke, Shadow's momentum formed a barrier, isolating him alone.

Seeing Lin Qiu reluctantly take Richard away, Ying smiled with satisfaction.

After a few years, for the first time, his mind was no longer thinking about wine and gambling, but in the darkness he saw a faint figure in the night, a woman with a thin sword pinned to her waist, walking in the night. The woman's back kept changing, and the shadow watched the other party evolve step by step from a slender woman to a hunched and aging woman.

The familiar conversation lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Baifeng, you wait, the person who loses next time when I don't get drunk will be you!"

"Hmph, don't you give up, I'll fix you after I'm done with this mission!"

......

I don't know when, the wind started.

"Boom...... Choosing to stay alone and wait for death?"

A hoarse, low sneer came into Ei's ears with the night wind, and his eyes closed seemed to the Assassin as if he were waiting for death. The victory or defeat of this level of competition is just a thought, a cold voice, and the victory or defeat may be reversed when the moment of hesitation is possible. But unlike Ei, he has countless chances to fail, even if he is beheaded, his heart pierced, and even if he is burned to ashes, he can return to this world again and again.

This is both a gift and a curse.

In order to obtain such power, they endured unimaginable pain and torture, the experiment tore his body apart countless times, and the original thousand people who were sent to the Musa Consortium experimental facility are now only a few people - they have exchanged their pain for unimaginable power for ordinary people.

Shadow was special to him, this old man was different from the dead soldiers, so he planned to satisfy his small competitive spirit when the victory was decided. Destroying the dignity of your prey head-on is much more interesting than never-ending raids and assassinations.

"A little reminder ......"

It took a few seconds before the assassin's voice rang out again. And when it sounded again, the sound was already close at hand.

"Even this evening breeze is my weapon!"

The breeze gradually condensed into a human hand, which held a short knife, the tip of which was less than an inch from Ying's throat. The night breeze sketched out an ethereal figure, as well as the Assassin's facial features, and the smile he was determined to achieve. The smile was mixed with murderous intent—invisible, the highest skill an Assassin could master.

Die, old man!

At the same time, Shadow's eyes suddenly opened, and his right hand grasped the blade of the short knife like an unpredictable prophet, and his fingers were so hard that the blade that was as sharp as clay was directly broken in two! The shattered blade cut his palm, and the scattered beads of blood seemed to be connected into a string, and before the assassin escaped into the wind again, he suddenly felt his body sink, and Shadow took his hand after breaking the blade, and he dragged the whole person towards him.

The assassin gritted his teeth, and three silver needles still appeared between his fingers.

"Invisible?"

Shadow snorted.

He had never been one of those old men who had a bad heart, and what he was trying to recall was not the Hundred Winds themselves, but her amazing swordsmanship. The sword is invisible, and the sword wound on his body is not even noticed before the target bleeds to death, which is the strength of Baifeng at the peak.

"You're a long way from that dead old woman. ”

The Assassin's eyes widened, and he saw Shadow use one foot as a support, forcibly lifting his right leg, which had been cut off from the hamstring, and the knee of his right leg was pressed against the greatsword, and he used the blade as a shield to block the three silver needles he shot at Shadow's lower abdomen.

In a single thought, life and death are reversed.

"I don't know where you got this deformed immortal power, but from now on, you don't want to go. ”

The greatsword pierced the Assassin's body, pinning him to the ground.