Rumble! A wall on one side of the street was blasted open, and Senior's debris-stained figure fell out, flickering off a few slashes and taking a few steps back. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold light flickered and approached.

"Drink!"

Stampeding, hurrying, Senior's snort, and Leslie stopped his progress.

A look of surprise passed through Leslie's eyes, his dagger was held against the sword, and the sparks spread with the surging force, and the two froze, the hands gripping the handle trembling slightly.

"Your strength is not much different from mine, and you hide it really deeply."

As the number one assassin in Rog's camp, Leslie had not previously believed that Senior had the strength to confront him, and the battle might be over in a matter of minutes.

However, after a few moves, he did not gain an advantage, and it was only then that he realized that the assassin from Westmar in front of him had extraordinary strength, although his fighting style was a little unusual.

Judging from the traces of some of his moves, it is true that Seniors was originally from Canduras.

Ding! Bite! The air wave stirred up smoke and dust, and dispersed between the two.

Both sides stepped back in unison.

"Huh?"

Catching a glimpse of Senior's slight gasp, the corners of Leslie's mouth curled, and then he was a little surprised to find that his left arm had a shallow wound that was slowly healing.

Obvious wounds.

"It's unbelievable."

Leslie's voice was so low that he couldn't even remember how Seniore had hurt him.

"How fast you heal..."

There was surprise in Senior's eyes, "I thought you were just doing it for your own selfish desires... Now it seems that the reason for the difference in position. ”

Even a super professional wouldn't have such a healing speed without using potions.

Combined with the strange feeling Seniore felt from Leslie, he could already conclude one thing.

"You've become a degenerate, Leslie."

Seniore took a deep breath and looked solemnly at the calm and strange First Assassin in front of him, "So to say that the Church of Luosuo is also an evil under the shadows, I am too naïve. ”

If he had known from the beginning that evil had eroded the city so deeply and so complexly, he would have definitely faced Camp Rog with a different attitude.

Stepping on the cold stone floor, Senior's breathing gradually stabilized.

He thought it was a bright line of defense where justice was gathered.

"Don't you want to know the purpose of my journey from Westmar?"

Senior's voice suddenly spoke, confiding in Leslie's indifferent gaze, "I have come to banish evil, Leslie. ”

"Westmar has also suffered demonic erosion, but nowhere near as bad as Canduras, and I want to save my former homeland."

It sounded like a childish heroic dream, but there was no hesitation on Senior's face, and he was honest and rightfully so.

He is one of the few people who has the power but never changes his mind.

"Your wishful thinking can only comfort yourself."

Leslie sneered, "What Canduras needs is not boring redemption, but profound change. ”

"Human beings cannot survive under the oppression of heaven and hell, this is the general trend, and if you want to adapt and survive, you can only change yourself... It is not enough to become a professional, you must go further."

Leslie looked down at Senior, "There is no choice for this fate, you will understand it soon, soon, soon." ”

An indescribably rich aura flowed from Leslie's side like a roaring river, and a high concentration of evil breath wrapped around his arm, licking the wound to heal it quickly, and his eyes gradually replaced with blood red, a manifestation of the Fallen's use of evil power, which would strengthen the attributes of the professional and the power of his skills.

Skill [Acceleration], Skill [Cloak of Shadow], Skill [Energy Dissipation].

Flashing white light jumped, Leslie unleashed a ferocious slash to force Seniors back, before unleashing one last skill, Shadow Warrior.

Strengthened by the Evil Breath, the shadow warrior summoned by Leslie even has 80% of his strength, which is a terrifying statistic, and it also means that Seniors will face the siege of two super professionals, and the siege of two of the strongest assassins in Rog's camp.

The black shadow twisted and formed, and the two staggered figures held the same weapon, and the cold light approached, reflected in Senior's eyes, getting brighter and brighter.

Flames rose from beneath his feet, breaking through the stone bricks in the blink of an eye, blocking Leslie's attack on one side for a moment.

"What's going on?!"

Leslie frowned, and stepped back, dodging a swift flash of frost, Zlara, cutting deep traces of ice on the ground.

"Slay the Fallen! Senior! ”

An angry and clear roar came from behind Senior, his hair was scattered and a little embarrassed, and Zhu Lan, who was also injured on his side, was holding a magic staff with a cold gaze.

"Those fools can't even deal with poisoned mages."

Leslie's expression changed, his mind flickered, and the shadow warrior beside him continued to entangle with Senior, and then jumped lightly, leaving Zhu Lan's casting range.

"Don't let him run! Senior! What the hell are you doing?! ”

Seeing that Leslie intended to go away, her face changed greatly, her eyes flashed with anxiety, and she began to gasp weakly after walking a few steps, "It's just him and some mice, and I can't let him go." ”

Clang! A sword shook away the shadow warrior's slash, and Senior's expression remained unchanged.

"There's no way he really wants to leave me, this shadow warrior is very difficult to deal with."

Beyond the flames, Seniors looked at the slowly dissipating shadow warrior and Leslie's distant figure, and sighed and came to Zhu Lan, who had an ugly face, "Are you okay, I remember that you are also one of the super professionals." ”

"Alright, I'm fine."

Zhu Lan gritted her teeth and stood up, looking at Senior's gaze very cold, "You should have desperately left him just now, and soon you will regret your current move." ”

In her opinion, Seniors was undoubtedly greedy for life and afraid of death, and did not want to go toe-to-toe with the degenerate Leslie.

"You say yes, yes."

Seniore smiled bitterly, and then looked solemn, "Just now there was a group of professionals from the Luosuo Church, looking at your appearance, they were eliminated?" Can you explain to me what happened at Camp Rogue, and why Leslie, a super pro, would..."

As he spoke, he noticed that Zhu Lan was looking at a certain place, a little startled.

When I looked at it, it was the head that had been thrown off earlier, lying quietly in a pool of blood, and it was no longer recognizable.

"The unrest has subsided, the pro camp is in for a purge, and Leslie, who just escaped, is the last remnant... someone will tell you."

She took a deep breath, frowned and slammed Senior's hand away, and walked away with some difficulty toward the side of the street.

Seniore sighed, looked back at the messy streets and the extinguishing flames, and followed.