Xuan Wu is a killer, not a dead soldier. His job is to make others die, not to send himself to die.

The creed of the killer is to miss a blow and travel thousands of miles, not to fight to the death. Therefore, after the spirit sword was destroyed and the river of life was damaged, his first reaction was to flee!

Dante Zero didn't give him any chance.

The dark short sword is simple and sharp, although there is no spiritual power now, Xuan Wu has no doubt that as long as Ding Ling's mind moves, this short sword will shine again, and then ......

He couldn't imagine that image - who would want to fly his head into the air and watch his blood spurt two feet high from his neck?

Ding Ling's hand was clean, fair, and steady, and the short sword in his hand stopped at Xuan Wu's Adam's apple without a trace of trembling.

Xuan Wu's face was like ashes, and he finally knew the true realm of this young junior in front of him.

Like him, he heard the middle level...... No, it should be infinitely close to the upper level of the Dao!

If, if he didn't underestimate the enemy, if he could know that the short sword in Ding Ling's hand was at least a true spirit-level magic weapon, then he would definitely choose to strike a shocking blow from the shadows!

The true meaning of a killer is to never face the enemy head-on.

It's a pity that there aren't so many ifs, so Xuan Wu regretted it very much, and he regretted that his intestines were ruined. He lowered his gaze as he looked at the short sword in front of his Adam's apple, and suddenly felt that the lines on it were like his own intestines......

"I admit it. Xuan Wu smiled miserably: "I didn't expect you to have a helper who was on the upper level of Chu Ming, and I didn't expect you to have such a divine soldier." ”

"Do you want to know the name of this sword?"

Ding Ling finally spoke, a playful smile rising into the corners of his mouth—exactly the same smile that Xuan Wu had had smiled at him dozens of seconds earlier.

Xuan Wu's eyes froze, and he stared at Ding Ling's eyes, trying to figure out the meaning of Ding Ling's question!

As a killer, he knows countless ways of mindset and actions for the victor to execute the loser. If Ding Ling wanted to kill him, then he wouldn't say even a word to him at this time!

Because, the killing intent is the same as courage, it is the strongest at the beginning, once there is no danger and no stimulation, then the killing intent will quickly weaken and eventually disappear.

The desire to survive flashed in his eyes, and after thinking of countless answers, Xuan Wu finally chose to shake his head.

He shook his head slightly, lest his skin touch the blade.

Ding Ling laughed again.

He already knew that this man wanted to live. Fish intestines and bloodlines are his biggest secret right now - of course, it won't be a secret before it doesn't take long. Since this man says he doesn't want to know his secrets, then he just wants to live - because only the dead can keep them forever.

Since he wants to live, then it is very easy to do, but Ding Ling decided to stimulate him.

Ding Ling smiled and said, "But I want to tell you, lest you die in vain." ”

Xuan Wu's face showed despair again, and his hands trembled slightly, as if he was experiencing extreme excess