"You, are you here to kill too?"

A man wearing a hat with a black gauze hanging from the edge of the hat to cover his face, and a samurai costume from the shogunate period looked at Ling Yun a few meters away, held the sword in his hand, and slowly spoke.

Ling Yun didn't answer, he stood quietly, his head raised to the sky, and he didn't seem to take him seriously.

"Huh? Bravado. But it seems that he is also a member of the New World camp. ”

The warrior man raised the knife in his hand and slowly approached Ling Yun.

"Although I don't know about the so-called 'new and old worlds,' I'm sure I'm not part of the 'new worlds.'"

As the words fell, Ling Yun lowered his head to the level and stared straight at the warrior man in front of him.

"Ridiculous, but I don't want to talk to the ignorant too much, you just have to answer me: Are you here to kill me too?"

The warrior man raised the knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife pointed at Lingyun not far away, and when he looked closely, he pointed to the position of his neck.

"No need to tempt, come on."

Ling Yun still looked indifferent, still not taking it seriously. When the words fell, the warrior man immediately held his sword and rushed towards Ling Yun.

"It's a pity, in this setting, 90% of the first to shoot will lose."

Ling Yun looked at the rushing enemy and said as if talking to himself. The distance, which was only a few meters, was shortened by the rushing samurai in an instant.

"Less of those who talk to themselves, give me death!"

The warrior leaped close to Ling Yun, jumped to the top of Ling Yun's head, and then slashed down with his sword in both hands.

In that instant, Ling Yun pulled out two black and white knives from the air—Slashing the Moon! "Wow!" The two knives crossed each other, blocking the slashing attack. "Boom-boom-" The weapons on both sides touched, making the sound of iron striking and grinding. "Bang!" On the last impact, the two pulled apart.

"You guy, do you also know the sword skills of the 'old world'?"

The samurai couldn't help but ask, watching his attack being repelled in the same way.

"I don't know what the 'old and new worlds' are."

Ling Yun shouted loudly, and there seemed to be some anger in his words. Indeed, Ling Yun obviously didn't know, but this person insisted on treating him as a person from some "new world", which made him a little dissatisfied. With that, the samurai shot out again.

"Cut~"

Ling Yun calmly prepared to meet this blow.

"Dwelling Soul Flash!"

The warrior groaned softly, and then his body changed into a pale blue light, and he headed towards Lingyun faster.

"Big Quartet!"

Ling Yun clenched the weapons in both hands, and the moment the opponent approached, he quickly danced two knives, forming a "shield" composed of sword light around his body.

"Wow! Yikes! Bite! The samurai kept ramming at Lingyun, and Lingyun didn't attack too much like a defense.

"It's boring! Do you dare to come and fight a good fight, what's the point of defending all the time here! ”

The samurai shouted, as if in battle. But the attack still did not stop.

“5”

Ling Yun said lightly. The samurai's brow furrowed, but then he thought:

"Pretending"

“4”

Ling Yun continued to count, and the samurai was still attacking.

“3”

Ling Yun looked at the opponent who was constantly attacking, and his mouth couldn't help but tilt up slightly.

“2”

Ling Yun held the knife in his hand tightly, but the samurai ignored Ling Yun's countdown and attacked frantically.

“1”

As the words fell, a white light burst out from Ling Yun's body, causing the warrior who was accustomed to the night to go blind for a short time.

"Since you are in such a hurry to die, then I will send you there."

Ling Yun slowly spoke, and the original black and white colors of the two Moon Slashers faded like rust and were replaced with black and purple.

"Material Replacement - Dark Gold"

"Kill you, just for a moment."

As the words fell, the surrounding air flow fell silent, and the violent murderous aura continued to surge.

"Dance Slash!"

Lingyun's body turned into a scarlet light, and shot out like a samurai before him, passing past the samurai, who was still blind.

"The battle, it's over."

Ling Yun put away the two moon slashes, and the samurai's head rolled down, separating from his body. Then it turned into data and disappeared behind Ling Yun. From beginning to end, Ling Yun didn't look back, just walked forward. The sky is getting darker because it's almost 12:00. At some point, the nebula on the edge of the sky was no longer visible, and even the moon was a faint waning moon.

(Note: In the novel, items in the inventory or inventory can be directly stolen by some stealing skills, so the safest thing is to hold it in your hand compared to the inventory and inventory.) ）

Killing City, in the crowded crowd, a middle-aged man in black was very conspicuous. He looked around, and there was a panicked look in his eyes. His hands clutched a notebook in his arms. Then looked at the time: 23:59:44. He became more nervous, quietly watching the time go on, his hands clenching more and more.

"Knock~"

With the ringing of a bell that resounded throughout the city, the time reached twelve o'clock.

"Huh~ha~"

Looking at the arrival of twelve o'clock, the middle-aged man couldn't help but gasp for air, and sweat dripped down his cheeks one by one. The hand holding the notebook gradually relaxed. After waiting for his emotions to calm down, he quickly ran up and began to leave this bustling place.

"0:00:49, as long as it's not twelve o'clock and one minute, it's still twelve o'clock."

A white-haired young man leaned against the edge of an alley, the alley that the man had to pass through before. Holding a notebook in his hand, the man before was lying on the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness, obviously, he was dead.

“Note of HolyPressure，get。”

The white-haired young man said lightly, and then prepared to leave without looking back.

"Note of HolyPressure, the Divine Punisher's Note, one of the artifacts that a makeshift team found at the 'Ruins of the Gods' five days ago. Most of the people in this group of people come from some big guild members, so the strength of this team is strong, but because they come from different guilds and have their own will, they each start a war, and all the artifacts they get are grabbed by different people. However, the usefulness of these artifacts has not yet been revealed. So what are you robbing this useless thing for? Robber. ”

Just as the white-haired youth was leaving, a calm voice sounded from behind him. When I turned my head, I saw that it was a young girl, with a knife hanging on her right side, and a dragon pattern carved on the scabbard.

"Or have you discovered the usefulness of the artifact?"

The girl asked unhurriedly.

"I can choose not to answer your question, and correct the saying that there are no criminals in this city, or in this world, if there are, it would be a crime to come to this city."

The white-haired young man looked at the girl and said with a smile, as if trying to see something.

"He's very good at making senses, and he's a thief known as a 'ghost thief'."

The corners of the girl's mouth crossed an arc, but her tone still had a hint of politeness. Hearing this, the white-haired young man put away his smile and narrowed his eyes.

"I advise you not to get in my way."

The young man said coldly, but at the same time, it meant that I recognized the title.

"I didn't say I was going to get in the way of you, I said it at the beginning, I'm curious about what you used to rob this artifact."

The girl was not surprised and continued.

The ghost thief frowned, and said in a voice that was light, but felt like it could penetrate the soul:

"If you want to sleep forever, then I think I'll tell you."

"In other words, there is no room for negotiation."

The girl smiled and said, not seeming to care at all.

"That's how it should be."

The ghost thief looked back, thinking that the girl would not ask any more questions.

"Ding-"

A cold air swept by, and the ghost thief quickly flashed forward, and then turned around, only to see the girl holding the knife in her hand, and the inscription on the blade was: Reflecting the moon and three souls, clear and shining. Looking at the inscription, the ghost thief seemed to think of something, and said:

"The three souls of the moon are shining brightly. If I'm not mistaken, this knife would be the 'Soul · [Chop]' ”

Then he moved his lower limbs, as if ready to fight.

"Looks like we're going to get ready for a fight with me next."

The ghost thief made a gesture of letting the horse over, but he was a little helpless, and he didn't seem to want to fight.

"Death (let's die)!"

The girl shouted, and then struck forward, the blade in her hand marking a crimson trajectory. The ghost thief was not in a hurry, and with a clapping of his hands, the white ghost light intertwined, covering the ghost thief's whole body. In the face of the girl's attack, the ghost thief just raised his right arm, and the blade slashed at the arm, making an incredible sound. The ghost thief waved his hand, and a white air current rushed towards the girl.

"Slash!"

The girl shouted, and then the inscription on the blade emitted a red light, and the girl swung forward, and the red sword qi would split into two halves, as if it was about to slash at the ghost thief.

"Sword Qi. It's ridiculous, it's naïve to compare long-range magic to a mage. ”

With that, the white air currents in the ghost thief's hands formed a scattered ball.

"I call this a magician popper."

The ball rushed towards the sword qi, and the two collided together, and then the ball began to crack, and after a breath, it burst open, but many white doves flew out from it, flying towards the sky. Just when the girl looked at these flying white doves, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but when she came back to her senses, the ghost thieves had disappeared.

"Damn~!"

Looking at the alley where the ghost thief disappeared, the girl roared loudly, her eyes were full of pity, but strangely, there seemed to be another emotion in her eyes.

"Whew~ It's good that I haven't been found."

After watching the girl walk away, the ghost thief finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the ghost thief had just covered himself with a black cloth, leaned down against the wall, and then gathered all his magic.

"I didn't expect this to be able to dodge, and I thought I had to use other methods, but I also thought of 15 methods, really, this person is too easy to deceive."

The ghost thief scratched his head, as if he regretted that he had overestimated her.

"But it's a good thing that the things are in hand, so get them back quickly, otherwise that guy might be angry again."

The Ghost Thief tossed the notebook in his hand and put it back in his inventory.

"But it's not too late."

The ghost thief thought to himself, then looked at the time: 0:11:19.

"Anyway, the agreed time is 0:20, there is still some time, go play first, eat something, and it's not too late to leave at 0:15."

The ghost thief couldn't help but smile knowingly as he thought about the various delicacies.

Ghost Thief: is a top thief who haunts various cities, because he will send a message to the target before each theft, he will do what he says, and every theft will be successful, many people have died directly or indirectly at his hands, combined with the above characteristics, the thief is called a ghost thief, and his real identity is ominous.

Ruins of the Gods: As the name suggests, it is said to be the place where the gods lived, but the actual situation is uncertain. Due to the battle of the gods at dusk, the gods all died one by one, leaving behind this ruin, and there are many items left by the gods in the ruins, which are called divine objects, but all the divine objects are of no practical use at present.

In an underground casino in Kill City. People of all formats are gathered together, standing, sitting. The person standing had a look of concern to him, looking at the loser with a gloating expression on his face. And the person sitting on one is strategizing, as if he has seen through everything, waiting for the result of the person opposite, and the other is sweating, already afraid of losing a mess, but still did not stop, but continued to gamble, thinking that he would definitely be able to turn over next. But as everyone knows, the opponent has already seen everything. This sweaty person is purely the type of person who is stupid and has a lot of money.

"Mr. Yamashita, it seems that you have no money, what should you do?"

The strategizing old man looked at the opponent who had no chips on the table and had no chips, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and said jokingly. Sitting on the opposite side, Yamashita Tin clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and made a "click" sound, and the hair on his head was as messy as a bird's nest.

"I can trade things for chips!"

Yamashita pounds his hands on the table (HP-1 is funny) and stares at the old man with bloodshot eyes.

"Oh? So what can you come up with that interests me? ”

The old man suddenly became interested, after all, Yamashita was half a rich man, and there must be something good.

"I know you're not interested in things in general, but I happen to have a girl here who might be to your liking."

Yamashita said nervously, afraid to reject his suggestion, and then the man next to him brought a girl with her hands and feet tied. The girl was dressed very thinly and had red scars on her body, which were obvious signs of abuse. The girl is only about 140 tall, and the undeveloped chest indicates that this is a legitimate loli. The old man just smiled faintly in his heart and replied:

"Do you think I'm an old thing interested in little girls?"

The old man didn't explicitly refuse, but in fact, Yamashita Sawa had investigated, and this old man was actually a Lolita. on the table

"I'm sure you'll be interested."

The bloodshot in Yamashitazawa's eyes grew, like a dying man.

"Oh?"

The old man's expression did not change much, but he said:

“800w。”

Then he pushed some of the chips on the table to the front, Yamashita immediately hugged the chips in front of him, and showed a greedy look, he didn't expect a useless slave to exchange it for 800w for him.

"I'm not gambling anymore!."

Yamashita said loudly. His eyes were already red, he only brought 500w in this gamble, but he didn't expect a slave to get more money than he brought, and this time it can be said that he made money, so of course Yamashita thought about stopping.

"No more betting?"

The old man said lightly, it seemed that everything was expected by him.

"Yes, yes!"

Yamashita very much hoped that this existence that was out of reach for him would let him go, so he quickly replied.

"Gambling is just entertainment in the true sense of the word for me, since you don't gamble. Then..."

The old man stood up and said to the group of people in black sunglasses next to him:

"Kill him."

The old man's bland voice was a death sentence for Yamashita Sawa that was announced, a real death sentence!

......

Ain Litchman lives in Killing City, a place that is completely unsuitable for long-term living, in this city where there is only sin, his bloody life has been spent for a long time, constantly killing all kinds of characters, these characters have not much in common, only one thing, that is, they are all better than Ain Leachman.

Just on the West Street of Killing City, a group of people gathered together, and it was the same person who gambled before. The man in the middle was Ain Leachman. It's already raining outside, it's not the rain capital, but it's raining more than the rain capital, and some people say it's because the spirits of those who were killed ascended to heaven and shrouded the place in the cold.

The rain fell on Ain Leachman's face and down his cheek to the ground, and this time the battle was started by himself, and he found that he was no longer satisfied with fighting one.

"Ain Leachman, an A-class bounty figure, according to the information, he specializes in killing those who are stronger than him. What to do with him, Oda-sama. ”

A man with long hair holding an umbrella said to the old man in the umbrella on the side.

"I like to fight with the strong, it's fun, try him, if it's strong, try to win him over, if it doesn't work, kill him."

Oichi Kawachi seemed to be a little interested.

"Let's all come."

Ain Leachman is already eager to try, and since his whole body is wet and cold, let's use the fight to boil himself!

As the words fell, the five people retreated dozens of meters at the same time, as if they were charging up magic, and the other three people rushed directly towards Ain Leachman. But Ain Leachman was surprisingly calm and unfazed.

The three of them approached together, and the blade was about to touch him, and Ain Leachman's figure flashed and disappeared in place, and everyone suddenly lost their target.

"Incognito?"

Oichi Kawachi muttered as he looked at the disappearing figure in front of him under the umbrella.

"Seems to be useful."

Ain Leachman's voice came from nearby, and Oichi Kawachi followed the source of the sound and turned his head to the left.

"Stealth plus acceleration, or teleportation?"

Seeing Ain Litchman, who had moved his body ten meters away, Oichi Hanoi began to think, but what can be known is that Ain Litchman will not leave him any opportunity to think, and it can be seen from this that this person's combat power is definitely not low.

"Kill the flames, hurry as the law!"

Ain Leachman pulled out a spell, sandwiched it between his index and middle fingers, and quickly recited the spell.

"Onmyoji?"

Oichi Kawachi watched as the spell formed into a pentagram. Ain Leachman's hair was completely wet under the rain, and Oichi Kawachi realized that his hair was yellowish-brown, and his pale blue pupils flickered in the night.

"Onmyoji."

The corners of Aoichi Kawachi's mouth curled slightly.

"What about the Onmyoji, it's not surprising that there are any professions in this world!"

Ain Leachman looked at the flame with a blank face, and did not look back at Oichi Kawachi. The flames scorched the bodies of the three of them like ghosts and beasts. They couldn't fight back, because the damage caused to their bodies by the flames alone was already too much to bear, let alone any physical action. The temperature of the flames also touched Oichi Kawachi, and the firelight reflected on his face, and his eyes were full of joy. The rain dripped on the flames, creating bursts of mist, but the fire did not decrease, but it did not increase, it only slowly tortured their bodies like a devil. This is the devil who torments others, but does not give pleasure.

Eventually, the flames faded away, along with the disappearance of the bodies of the three men. The rainwater no longer vaporized, and it was finally able to land safely. Ain Leachman stood in the circle of five, like a king, disdainful of everything, ignoring everything.

"It's very rare to believe in the so-called Yin-Yang Technique and become an Onmyoji."

Oichi Kawachi was still standing under the umbrella, not making any moves, as if all this was under his control.

"A little, a little bit."

Oichikawa thought in his heart, or it should have been like hope.

"I'm sick of this 'see through everything, everything is in your own hands' look, and someone like you who is under the protection of others once looked at me like that. But now he has lost everything. ”

Ain Leachman accentuated the tone of the last two words, a warning tone, but more of a threat.

"Your tone makes me feel very uncomfortable, wait until you survive this round of attacks and use this tone to talk to me."

Oichi Hanoi's face sank, he also didn't like to be pointed at, and there was a trace of similarity between the two personalities.

"Since you use fire, then I will let you try it, the pain of being burned by the flames."

As soon as the conversation changed, Oichi Hanoi said to the five mages on the periphery:

"Flame Shower, Rain Falling, Activate!"

As the words fell, a red pentagram array unfolded around Ain Litchman, and the boundary of the array formed a red barrier. The raindrops that fell in the array turned into rain flames one after another, and the red rain fell from the sky, but there was a very beautiful feeling.

"It's not a turn-based game, it's ......"

Ain Leachman's voice was also blocked out of the barrier, and the rest of the day could only wait quietly for the "rain" to fall. But Ain Leachman didn't panic.