The atmosphere has become a little strange.

The three members of the Arctic Continent team looked at each other silently, then silently gathered in a group, then shrunk, shrunk.

On the level of presence, it quickly forms the same appearance as the passing ants.

They pretend they don't exist.

Zhao Fukong, who had already slashed them to pieces, had no time to care about their presence—all the attention of the Assassin Captain of the East American Team had been withdrawn, and all of it was placed on the acting captain of the shield guard in Middle-earth.

The corners of his eyes were jumping at an amplitude visible to the naked eye.

He might do it the next moment, but he's more likely to go crazy before he does. But after all, he still tried to suppress the sharp restless emotions in his heart, and tried his best to hide the previous gaffe, and behaved as usual.

"I didn't expect the little apple I planted with my own hands to fall into the hands of a thief." He tilted his head, his gaze swept over Jiang Yu, but he didn't look at Jiang Yu's hand and Zhao Yingkong's waist as much as possible, although his tone had returned to normal, but there was an inexplicable depressing taste. "And my little apple is so self-defeating, it seems that you have forgotten the good times you spent with me in the past."

It's stupidly stupid, but it's usually very effective for men with high self-esteem. Because this type of man usually can't stand the fact that the other half has an unknown past. However, there is also a significant disadvantage of this technique, that is, if the subject of the conversation already knows the implicit secret and does not care about it, then it is probably the turn of the person who speaks to break the defense.

Jiang Yu tilted his head, and there were dozens of countermeasures in his mind that made Zhao Yu unable to come to the stage. However, before he could speak, Zhao Yingkong in his arms raised his head slightly.

"I know you, Zhao Fukong, who can't protect anything. You failed to save anyone, and you failed to save Zhao Yingkong. You stepped on the corpses of your brothers and sisters and beheaded the elders. You may be proud of this achievement? ”

Zhao Fukong's eyes, which were as gentle as possible, suddenly froze.

"You shouldn't know this." His disguise faded, and his eyes were as cold as frost.

"But I knew it from the beginning. Because I'm the side of Sakurakura, the residue of Sakura. You have the remnants of two sisters you couldn't save at all. And now, I've found my bearings. ”

Rui Kong.

When this word was appealed to his mouth, all the "luck" and "uncertain" parts of Zhao Yukong's mind were erased in an instant. People who should have known nothing know at this moment know everything that they have tried so hard to hide. And the premise of this incident made his heart almost stop.

“…… This secret is only possible for Zhao Yingkong himself to know. And you...... But it wasn't her. Zhao Fukong's face calmed down, and all the spilled emotions on his body faded in an instant. It's like a sturdy piece of plastic paper, encapsulating a lot of high-risk, unstable chemicals. As long as this layer of paper does not leak, then there will be no disaster.

But he's just a layer of plastic paper. His tightness and vulnerability, even if heavily concealed, will be known to his opponents.

"Where did she go?" He stared at Zhao Yingkong and asked word by word.

However, Zhao Yingkong didn't continue to pay attention to him, just raised his head and looked at Jiang Yu's face.

- It doesn't fit, it doesn't quite fit my plan.

Jiang Yu's eyes lit up and looked at the captain of the East American team in front of him.

- I didn't really intend to take advantage of my relationship with Sakura so bluntly. I will rely on the power in my hands and cooperate with the combat power of the team to repel Zhao Fukong, and not completely break this layer of the master's personality. In this way, the Middle-earth team can occupy a comfortable position while winning allies.

- Defeat Zhao Fukong, but not completely drive him crazy. Let him throw a bogey, make him undecided, and even let him be able to work for the Middle-earth team even if he is repelled by me once, so as to maximize the interests of the team...... I should have planned to do that.

The plan is good, but the plan can't keep up with the changes.

Zhao Yingkong's actions caused the situation to run wild in some unknowable out of control direction from the beginning. What's even more noteworthy is that with Jiang Yu's understanding of Zhao Yingkong and a more reliable third-order simulation, she would not have taken the initiative to look like this.

- I was deceived.

The master deceives him...... Anything that is said to be asleep and not awakened again is completely false. Because it was obvious that when Zhao Yukong's breath was perceived by the master's personality, she woke up a little from her slumber, and as the true master of her body, she was naturally able to make a certain degree of influence on the current Zhao Yingkong in the incomplete sleeping squadron.

- But...... Why?

Jiang Yu's thoughts were sluggish for a moment, and in the depths of his mind, he immediately remembered what the master Ge Zhao Yingkong had said to him.

【You...... I don't believe you can defeat the Fourth Order at all. Even if you can actually do it. 】

Indeed it is.

All the plans he had made before were all based on the premise of 'repelling Zhao Fukong'. Whether it is Jiang Yu who is a mortal, Jiang Yu who is a reincarnation, or Jiang Yu who is the captain of the Central Continent team, they all think so. And this will obviously make the Middle-earth team tend to be conservative in their tactical style in the future.

It may have been a mistake.

But more importantly, even if you make amends now, it will not help—no matter what kind of calculations the owner of the influence has in mind. At this moment, at this moment, the all-out conflict between Middle-earth and East America has only left a dispensable declaration of war to make up.

So...... Broken cans, no matter what.

"I killed her." Jiang Yu's thoughts arrived in the lightning and stone fire, and then handed him the response that Zhao Yukong least wanted to hear. "I eroded her body and dug out her heart. And at the same moment, I arrived at her inner world, in the palace of her heart, to take her heart down for the second time. ”

"I know all her secrets. It's like her evaluation of you is actually 'unsuccessful'. ”

The hue of Zhao Fukong's whole body dropped by about three or four shades.

He tilted his head to look at Zhao Yingkong, his neck rattled when there should not have been such a sound of friction against the backward mechanical structure.

He saw that the assassin girl's face had become charming in an instant, the corners of her lips were like a smile rather than a smile, and her eyes were full of frost. In his soft breath, he spoke in a tone he was familiar with.

"[Although that guy is not a weapon, he is still very good at it as an object of cultivation equipment. It's funny to kill him, or to be killed by him, and I'm curious to see how he looks in that scene. 】”

Language, will, accurate communication.

And the next sentence, the weight is heavier.

"[I'll give you the name 'Zhao Yingkong'...... It doesn't matter if you have a duplicate name or inherit it. This is my gift to you, my legacy to you. Just call yourself by it, and from now on, you will be the owner of that name. 】”

Tear down the head and remove the tail, this is the last word.

Then, it is the current Zhao Yingkong, what he wants to say.

"I'm not your little apple, not from the beginning. I am Zhao Yingkong's side, Zhao Ruikong's residue. And now, I am Zhao Yingkong himself. And the little apple you really expected is rotten and broken, and you can't even taste a mouthful of the residue. for I have given him all that I have. ”

"You're no longer needed."

Words are the sword, and truth is the sword.

It is better than the trampling of thousands of horses.

The captain of the East American team took a small half step back as if he had been hit on the top of his head, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, revealing a strange and twisted smile.

"So...... You killed one of my sisters and toyed with my other. And now, you dare to stand in front of me and brag about everything you have done? ”

"It's not a show-off, it's just a statement. Zhao Yingkong is dead, and I will give her a burial. And you're the last remaining residue of that junk memory. If you can die obediently, that's better for everyone...... Perhaps, you have the hope of accompanying her below? ”

Jiang Yu tilted his head.

"Or do you really want me to call you Uncle?"

A taut string has finally broke.

"You ......"

The three empty figures disappeared together at the same moment.

“…… Shut the fuck up for me!! ”

Knives, light sabers and daggers slashed at Jiang Yu from three different directions!

The power of construction, which has been carefully prepared since the first word is spoken, is fully open.

The knife is broken, the light sword is crooked, and there is a huge amount of power in the dagger.

No rules, no tricks. The most terrible power of direct death was completely useless. Obviously, someone at this moment is really angry and crazy.

Poor man. Pathetic man.

He didn't know that the masterpersonality still existed, and he didn't know that it was because of the masterpersonality behind his back that he fell in this direction.

And as an assassin with pure agility skills, when he sacrifices his greatest strengths and strengths. It's really hard for him to compete with the experts of the defense department here.

The hand wrapped around the force field shattered the chest of one of the Assassins.

The sword that haunted the divine power of death pierced the heart of the second assassin - the scattered eyes of the third assassin were even somewhat condensed at this moment. He looked at Zhao Yingkong's gaze with disbelief and disillusionment.

How much hatred did he have at this moment?

Or did he actually want to die here?

The spear of judgment, slashing upwards. And the Immortal Slash Blade, which was overflowing with the fire of red and black death, also swept in perfect harmony.

It was a pretty perfect combo.

If this combined attack has not gone through thousands of drills, then it can only prove that the tacit understanding between the two is unimaginably high.

- Perhaps...... Just die...... Not bad either......

Zhao Weikong, who was not needed, sensed his demise at the moment when the gun blade hit his body. And the dark abyss that dwells in the depths of the soul is rapidly expanding and expanding.

He seemed to hear a word.

Jiang Yu may have said this.

"It seems that you are not worthy."

(End of chapter)