Ji Dang looked up and found that the hunchbacked old man was even more angry, he waved his hand back, signaling everyone to surround and kill Ji Dang together.

First the previous group of assassins pressed up, and then the two top assassins behind the old man also made a move, I have to say that Ji Dang's offensive was much slower, because those two top assassins were hiding in the crowd and walking around Ji Dang under the cover of other assassins' attacks.

Ji Dang had to divide most of his energy into guarding against the sneak attacks of those two masters at any time, so his subordinates naturally moved much slower.

"The current world newspaper came so fast, before using a sneak attack to kill one of the opponent's masters, but now there are two masters around him and ready to sneak attack him at any time. Ji Dang couldn't help but laugh at himself.

However, although the energy was divided, the assassins of the Killing Temple fell one after another, after all, how to say that Ji Dang's strength is indeed not at the same level as these assassins, the red sword in Ji Dang's hand is like a poisonous snake flying up and down, the offensive is elusive, and the screams show the results of each sword of Ji Dang.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a gray-robed man struck as Ji Dang dealt with the attacks of the other assassins.

The timing is very ingenious, and the angle is very ruthless.

The evil wind hit behind him, and between the lightning and flint, Ji Dang couldn't help but sigh at the other party's subtle grasp of the battle situation on the field this sneak attack, if he didn't turn back to block this blow, he would be succeeded by the other party, and if he turned around to block this blow, he would be stabbed by the swords of several assassins in front of him at this time.

"This blow is really seamless, it seems that the world can not be underestimated, although the strength of others may not be as good as their own, but this sneak attack is to throw themselves more than eight streets, as soon as the shot is caused by a certain death situation. Ji Dang sighed again and again in his heart.

"However, you must know that sometimes the difference in strength is too large, and some clever calculations can be useless. In a critical situation, Ji Dang was not in a hurry, he reacted quickly, and he chose to turn around and back.

Seeing that Ji Dang noticed this sneak attack and turned around to resist his iron hook, Hook Xin's eyes were not disappointed, but his expression became even more hideous.

"The battle is decided! ”

Ji Dang slashed his sword and pushed away the iron hook that was aimed at his left ribs, and at the same time, when he saw this weapon, he naturally knew who the other party was.

Hook Heart, one of the assassins at the peak of the rivers and lakes, is a level assassin with the snake bite killed by Ji Dang before. Good at using a hundred iron hooks, shot viciously, and likes to insert the iron hook from the target's left rib into the heart of the opponent directly, so it has the notoriety of "hooking".

And the purpose of the sneak attack on Ji Dang's left rib just now is naturally self-evident, "You actually want to hook my heart, but it's a pity that you are a man." Ji Dang sneered at the corner of his mouth, wanting to step forward and attack again.

Hook Xin also saw Ji Dang's intentions, but he also sneered in return, and did not take more precautions, but loosened the strength of his subordinates a little, because in his opinion, there was no need.

The assassins behind Ji Dang at this time were not stupid, seeing Ji Dang's back with the empty door wide open, how could there be any reason to keep his hands, and at the same time, four or five swords came towards Ji Dang's back with all their might.

The sound of the sword piercing through the air sounded behind Ji Dang, as if death was in the next moment, but Ji Dang didn't turn around to make amends, he still stepped forward with his sword.

"I feel that it is too late, do you want to die with me before you die?" Ji Dang's action became a dying counterattack in the eyes of Hook Xin, and the iron hook in his hand was raised, wanting to block Ji Dang's sword, but he didn't exert much force.

It is also the subtle grasp of the situation around him that makes Hook Xin do this, he has calculated that I am afraid that the sword behind Ji Dang will enter his body before he arrives, and at that time, even if Ji Dang attacks in front of him, how much power can he have.

Sure enough, as Hook expected, the sword pierced the clothes behind Ji Dang, but the situation changed after that, and a few metal crisp sounds fell on Hook Xin's ears.

"This voice, the sword is broken, how can it be?" Hook Xin looked at Ji Dang who was attacking at this time, and the sneer on his face seemed to have a hint of mockery in it.

Hooking his heart was shocked, the hairs on his body stood up, and he quickly wanted to add some more strength to his hands, but it was too late. Ji Dang's wrist flicked and easily knocked back the iron hook that was raised by the hook, and then the sword in his hand sealed his throat, and the master made a move, and the difference between one move and life and death was death.

There was still a look of disbelief on the face of Hook Xin, who fell to the ground weakly, Ji Dang put away his sword, raised his eyebrows, and muttered: "I think everything is under my control? ”

Ji Dang chose to turn around and block back because Ji Dang knew that it was impossible to break through Kunwu's defense with the few "little minions" in front of him.

Ji Dang just turned around and looked back, and the assassins who were holding the broken sword were so frightened that they couldn't control it and retreated again and again, and their faces turned white.

"Ahh

Frightened, Ji Dang's step was a sword, resulting in the lives of several people, and then he rushed straight into the crowd without stopping.

With the lack of a main force to sneak attack him, Ji Dang's pressure was greatly reduced, and he didn't have many scruples between shots, and a large number of assassin corpses fell between picking and stabbing and sweeping.

The hunchbacked old man standing outside the arena was also shocked by the scene just now, but he was not like those assassins who were frightened out of proportion, he recognized that this was Kunwu's not bad skill, and there was only that miracle skill in the rivers and lakes that could train the human body to be made of fine iron and difficult to hurt by swords.

At this time, the news of Hong Wuye's death had not yet spread, so the hunchbacked old man didn't think much about it, he just suspected that Ji Dang had anything to do with Hong Wuye. "Is it blood or master and apprentice?"

In fact, it's funny, the hunchbacked old man, who is the owner of the Killing Temple, has not recognized Ji Dang yet, and he is not a nameless master who came to smash the field, but a middle-level assassin of the Killing Temple.

But it's also normal, Ji Dang's strength is so high, where would the hunchbacked old man think about that.

The assassins in the field have almost been killed, and the top assassin has been forced to fight with Ji Dang, although strictly speaking, the two first-class swordsmanship that Ji Dang knows are not as exquisite as the other party's top-level swordsmanship that has been immersed for many years, but it doesn't matter that the swordsmanship is not strong enough to make up.

Ji Dang perfectly reenacted the situation when he fought with Hong Wuye, but unfortunately the other party did not have the chance to repair his injuries.

As soon as the weapon was handed over, the opponent's arm was shocked, and after more than a dozen moves, the opponent's was broken and it was difficult to lift up, and it was naturally sent to the west by Ji Dang's swift sword.

When Ji Dang looked at it again, there were already corpses all over the ground, and the blood flowing from the corpses was about to converge into a stream to spread the courtyard ground.

"Huh?" After a bloody battle, Ji Dang was surprised to find that the hunchbacked old man did not have the consciousness of being the master of the Killing Temple, and had already left his men and fled far away.