It is said that the blood flowing from their bodies will be cold to the bone, as if they were born to be criticized by the world, as if they were the initiators of the invisible impetus in the long river of history.

A faint light set off Li Laifu's silhouette a dim yellow, and the calmness after the vicissitudes of life was inseparable from this child, and a few stubbles appeared on his chin very restlessly.

Bai Yu sighed, a trace of bitterness appeared on his handsome face, he didn't have the sharp teeth of the ladies of the kingdom, and he didn't need it.

The two most important requirements for being a follower are simply obedience and quietness.

He quietly stood behind Li Laifu.

"I'm weaker? Indeed, I'm weaker than all of you. ”

Li Laifu's voice was still steady and indifferent, he did not have the slightest cowardice in the face of three exiles with amazing strength, this courage could not be described only as 'well-educated nobles', at least ordinary kingdom nobles could not do this.

The lowest bottom line of the exiles in the concept of the 'Ninefold Class' recognized in the Eternal Continent is the fifth level, which means that the three exiles of the older generation of the chaotic capital in front of them must have at least six or more strengths, or even higher.

In addition, this group of guys belonged to the extraordinary category of people before they lost their glory, so when dealing with them, you need to always be careful whether your head is still intact.

The old killer's overflowing aura spread to Li Laifu's side, it was very cold, almost comparable to Shuoxue a few days ago in the chaotic capital.

Li Laifu narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "But, ten years later, I believe that your dagger can only turn into a few drops of molten iron in my magic flame." ”

"You think lengthy magic is better than assassination?"

The old killer's breath froze, and the killing intent was pervasive.

As we all know, a magician's weak body can make his life appear fragile, and the distance between him and Li Laifu is not far, as an exile, it is too simple to take off a magician's head.

Circumstances that can change the outcome

Loren White Feather, who is qualified to leave the City of Chaos but has been willing to follow two generations of black kings.

And the lost place behind him.

"No, assassination is more powerful than it restrains the magician's every move. ”

Li Laifu shook his head and questioned the old killer even more contempt for this child, because this was originally the answer in his mind.

As a killer, you need to always calculate the idea of each target, as long as the two ideas are consistent, then it is the best time to do it.

Obviously, now is such a rare opportunity, the old killer slowly grasped the gold-veined dagger hidden in his waist.

It was his first reward in the Killer Guild, when an elder smiled and stabbed his fingertips with the dagger, and he said to himself that the dagger was his lifelong buddy from now on.

No matter the downfall or the glory, in the endless darkness, only this old guy will always bloom with cold light to accompany each other.

Now, the cold light has not yet flickered, but it has quietly converged, and I saw Li Laifu's eyes becoming sharper and sharper, and he said word by word:

"But any assassination technique is weaker than my magic. ”

"Arrogant child, once I was just like you. ”

The old killer stared at the pair of resolute ink-colored pupils without giving an inch, and Li Laifu also competed against each other, it seemed that after a long time, the former quietly let go of the dagger on his waist, and said with a wistful smile: "A long time ago, I refused a task. ”

He looked at the other two exiles, their bloody eyes did not need to communicate at all, the tacit understanding between the slayers was enough to explain everything, and after receiving their confident promise, the old killer continued: "It was an assassination mission worth three thousand gold coins, and it seemed that the target was only a poor man. ”

"Pauper?"

Of course he couldn't be a pauper, but he was just a pauper. ”

"And then?"

"He's not dead. ”

"You've failed?"

"I won't be standing here if I fail, once the killer lets the target escape, he can only go to hell and kiss the butt of the Satan Demon King. ”

Li Laifu and the killer asked and answered, both lightly, there was no solemnity between the killer and the target, only from Bai Yu's increasingly depressed face could we see a clue.

The calm before the storm is nothing less than the promise of the aristocracy, hypocrisy, ridiculousness, and deception.

"Then I refused, and you must not know why. ”

The old killer's spitting appearance didn't look like psychological paralysis, but Li Laifu's listening seemed to make him really feel a little nostalgic for the past.

"I told the union elders that my dagger can only be used against the strong, and that the end of this old fellow will be that he will die after cutting off the head of the Pope of Light. ”

The old killer actually took out the gold-patterned dagger on his waist and waved it with all his might, and the sharp sound of breaking the air made Li Laifu can't help but admire, and the cold light suddenly appeared, sprinkled on the faces of everyone present.

The old killer stared at the dagger and said slowly: "Later, I was expelled by the elders, because the publisher of that task turned out to be a certain great nobleman in the four empires, and of course, I lost my only home and came here. ”

"Actually, in hell, you can try to assassinate Satan, and if you succeed, you can climb out again. ”

Li Laifu muttered, and an ice staff quietly appeared in his hand.

The tranquility is over, and the storm is coming.

"The capital of chaos is a place where a second life has been given, and I don't want to lose it again, so, sorry. ”

"Kill!"

The icy and piercing killing intent suddenly dissipated like a receding tide, and after this unfathomable old killer roared, he actually retreated and rushed to the rear.

It turned out that his goal was not Li Laifu at all, but to stop the gatekeeper of the Lost Land.

The three of them worked together tacitly, twinkling like three meteors.

At the same time, the remaining two exiles, who had been silent, finally showed their bloody fangs.

"The darkness has been defiled and the light has been desecrated, and in the last month, only one newborn lamb has arrived in the capital of chaos, and it must be you!"

A huge skeletal battle axe swept in, and the white and eerie fighting spirit broke through the air like the wail of a dead man, and the exile's muscles were tense like a long snake, and it was clear that he wanted to kill him with one blow.

The other exile wrapped his body in a cloak was cautious, he didn't talk nonsense, he just quietly took out a magical scepter that emitted terrifying fluctuations, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Sure enough, it was a long-planned assassination, taking into account all the factors that might make the outcome changeable, and the most mysterious Lost Lands was stopped by the strongest of the three, the old killer, and then the warriors and mages with the most powerful and aggressive frontal damage dealt the target a fatal blow, destroying the withering and decaying, and interpreting the killing with absolute power.

Moreover, they were confident that even Loren Bai Yu, a guy who had followed the Black King for two times, would not be able to easily save a humble life in the hands of two sixfold and ninth-order powerhouses.

The long sword in Bai Yu's hand was taken off, and the elegant and agile fighting spirit was entangled with the skeleton giant axe, which were two completely different powers, and it was impossible to distinguish between superior and inferior for a while.

Bai Yu's expression changed drastically, and he was even a little desperate.

Fifth-Order Wind Magic, Wind Blade Death!

In the magical world of the Eternal Continent, wind magic implies carefree elves, but when this swift wisdom elf is angry, it will also erupt into a terrible disaster, even not inferior to the fire and thunder magic with 'sanctions' and 'killing' as the main colors, and the destructive power of the wind blade is enough to stand tall in the magic of the same level.

Li Laifu stared blankly at the whistling pale cyan wind blade, the wind blowing his black hair, for a child less than ten years old, this wind blade seemed to be larger than his body.

Maybe in the next second, fresh blood will flow from the black land.

"I've been studying magic for years longer than you, young man, you can't do anything but be arrogant. ”

Bai Yu laughed miserably, he couldn't do anything, unless the difference in strength was too big, otherwise no one could completely break free from the giant axe warriors, but Bai Yu's eyes faintly flashed a strange brilliance, that was the desire for a miracle.

On the other hand, the unknown exiled mage was much more relaxed, his body was slack, and he even mocked himself complacently.

It's just that in the next second, the smile on his old face suddenly froze.

The kid in front of him actually smiled, and the wind blade swept in, and his smile became more and more cheerful.

Suddenly, a simple but obscure chant of incantations resounded through the chaotic city.

"Ancient civilizations have said that in the first age of wisdom, incantations can be broken down at will. ”