The black iron sword slashed, and the sword body threw out a string of tiny beads of blood in the air.

Looking at the corpses crawling on the ground around him, a sickening pungent smell lingered like a curse, and Cohen felt that the evil desire in his heart was being drawn to the urge again.

Returning the sword to the sheath, Cohen raised his eyes to look at the black shadow who had been neutral in the fight, and did not understand the position and identity of this monster, and for a while he couldn't find a suitable opening sentence.

"What does killing mean to you?" A bewildering voice sounded, and the dark shadow drifted closer: "Seeing that your killing methods are skillful and precise, without the slightest drag, it seems that you also have a desire to kill in your heart, right?"

"I'm not crazy, I'm not bloodthirsty. Cohen dismissed the Shadow's assessment, reminding himself of what little sanity he had.

"Bloodthirsty?" the black shadow chuckled, "Then what did I see just now?" The Divine Blessing Knight's sword stabbed people at the vital point, but it was not a place to kill people immediately, and they wanted the other party to die in pain and fear...... Isn't that the pleasure of killing?"

The empty voice was like a beautiful woman's red lips, and it made people's will soft and intoxicating, and this voice kissed Cohen's nerves in a thread, a wisp. The dreamlike echo is so enchanting that you want to indulge in it forever.

"I want to ......" Cohen had a weird smile on his face, "I don't need to explain what is in my heart." ”

"The pursuit of enjoyment, this is human instinct, when one thing can not satisfy you, you can naturally pursue others, when killing one person can not satisfy you, you can kill more ......" Black Shadow continued: "The pursuit of true self, this is a wonderful life." I don't think there's anything wrong with that. ”

The words of the black shadow are too revealing. Cohen's heart was already full of emotion. As soon as this urgent sentence came out, Cohen's mind cleared up a little.

"!" Cohen struggled to free his mind from the dark shadow, "You mean I was born to kill?"

"Does it make a difference?" the black shadow sighed in a regretful tone, "To kill or not to kill, how can it be your turn to choose?"

"I can't choose, you mean you have the right?" Cohen clenched the sword in his hand, "What are you?

"There is a power in this world that is much more powerful than you, and whether you admit it or not, it existed before eternity and into eternity. The erratic voice went straight to the depths of Cohen's heart. The already excited heart became even more unstable: "If you want to survive, if you want to do what you want – you have to submit to this power, and I am this power." ”

The soft words echoed in his ears, and the implicit message made Cohen's heart uneasy, his head swelling and numb, as if something was expanding, and his body was accompanied by a flurry of chills.

"You, you...... Count the fart!" Unable to stand it, Cohen drew his sword and pressed towards the shadow, but each step closer to the shadow. He felt his body getting weaker and weaker.

"You don't even know a little bit about me, so you want to do something rude to me?" said the dark shadow mockingly, "You are not only reckless. It's even more eye-catching. ”

Cohen snorted, his body tilted, as if something extremely heavy was pressing on him.

"Kneel! fool. The dark shadow's tone became stern: "Confess to me, ask me, swear allegiance to me!"

"To you...... Kneel? You dream. The weight of his body was increasing rapidly, and Cohen was very reluctant to support the weight with his fighting spirit, although he knew in his heart that he could not compete with the black shadow with his current strength, but he said with difficulty: "Young Master Ben is a man...... Of course, you have to be proud of the world!"

"You poor and small man, you still want to be proud of the world?" the black shadow laughed, and his ethereal body shook, "I have to be careful, or you will be proud of me, will you?"

"You...... Don't fall into ...... I ...... in my hand" Although his whole body was trembling, Cohen still stubbornly raised his head: "I will...... Let you ...... A dilemma of life and death!"

Hearing Cohen's words, the black shadow's shaky body froze in the air. After a pause, the black shadow replied lightly: "I want to try how I will fall into your hands." ”

"You...... OK...... Give it a try!"

"Forget it! Just kidding, the Blessed Knight is serious. ”

The black shadow raised his hand generously, and the pressure on Cohen's body disappeared suddenly, and the unprepared Cohen took a few steps back sharply, and involuntarily sat down on the ground.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, a slightly sweet liquid poured into his throat again, and Cohen swallowed the blood, staring at his opponent with a vicious look that he had never seen before.

"With such a look, have you begun to hate me in your heart?" As if something had alarmed her, the black shadow looked up into the depths of the woods: "It seems that we will have to talk again later." ”

After speaking, the black shadow waved his hand again, and a light purple light curtain enveloped Cohen, who was gasping for breath, and by the time the light curtain dissipated, Cohen's face was almost normal—this was the recovery magic of the upper position.

"As before, the person who came has nothing to do with me. The black shadow withdrew his hand, and his body floated into the air, looking lively.

Holding back the pain in his body that had not yet dissipated, Cohen stood up with his sword and pestle, and glanced at the black shadow in the air out of the corner of his eye, and a strange look flashed in his pupils.

A long whistle sounded in the dense forest, and it approached quickly.

A whistle echoed in the direction behind Cohen, and in an instant, whistles of varying lengths echoed in all directions, and it was very lively.

Cohen knew he wasn't in a good position – he was surrounded.

"Do you have what it takes to get out?" the dark shadow looked down at him for a long time, "When you can't hold it anymore, shout 'My lord!' and I'll come to your rescue." ”

"Maybe in the next moment, maybe never get a chance. Cohen snorted coldly: "You wait!"

"I just like your character. The black shadow smiled: "You are worthy of my salvation." ”

". Cohen straightened his weapons and looked at a figure leaping out of the forest.

The visitor stopped twenty arms away from Cohen and unleashed a large lighting magic. Bright light illuminates the clearing. The corpses of the previous samurai are particularly prominent.

The man was emaciated. Pale skin. The hands are even more skinny, and only a pair of small eyes reveal vitality. A long, thin one-handed sword was wrapped in animal skin, seemingly casually inserted into the belt behind its back.

"It's you. It took a long time for the person to squint his eyes slightly open and say: "A team planted in your hands is a tough guy." ”

"Fuck you! you pee on what you are, dare to pretend to be handsome in front of this young master!"

was robbed by Cohen for a while. The muscles on the face of the person who came couldn't help twitching, but this person should know his weight very well in his heart, it is not good to advance for a while, and it is not good to retreat, holding the hilt of the sword on the spot, his momentum and confidence have been greatly hit, and he has long lost the arrogance when he whistled.

He didn't move, Cohen did.

Before the black iron sword was unsheathed, Cohen raised his hand and stabbed, and the distance of twenty arms was leaped by him in two steps. In an instant, the scabbard was in front of the emaciated samurai—and he didn't want to think about it. Is Cohen's character something he can deal with alone?

The samurai was so frightened that he leaped backwards and drew his one-handed sword.

The two swords clashed, and there was a muffled sound.

The samurai suffered a great loss, and his retreating body suddenly accelerated—accelerating and tumbling backwards.

Samurai with this one-handed sword are generally good at attacking and parrying without being too high-level, and it is precisely because of this that Cohen will rush to attack. In terms of combat effectiveness, this emaciated samurai is very different from the rookies who did the chores just now, and if this kind of person surrounds him, it will be a big trouble.

There was another muffled sound, the samurai's sword flew out of his hand, Cohen took a few steps forward, leaped over, and kicked him in the spine, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the samurai's mouth with the sound of bones breaking with a "click".

In mid-air, Cohen opened his arms like an agile bird, and his body quickly slid into the dark night.

"Well done. The black shadow floating in the sky laughed softly: "Look at you running so fast, don't you even want to get rid of me!"

After saying this, the black shadow flashed in midair.

A quarter of an hour later, the clearing, which had regained its peace, was once again illuminated by magical lights.

Several guys of different shapes, strange costumes, and different faces stood in the clearing, carefully examining the corpses at their feet. Those corpses are using their wounds to report the strength of their targets to their masters, doing their last bit for their masters.

"Night Stalker Mercenary Regiment, there should be three search teams this time, right?" A fat man with a meaty face smacked his lips, revealing a look of regret: "It's really pitiful! ”

Hearing this, a middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground to inspect the corpse raised his head, and his miserable face was full of smiles: "They are useless! They deserve to die, I am sorry for your subordinate who was kicked off the back, it is not easy to cultivate a first-class night agent!"

"Alright, alright. A bewitching woman next to her, who was touching up her makeup with the help of magic lights, interrupted the two of them sneering at each other: "They are all neighbors who look up and don't look down, what's there to be noisy...... Is it worth dying a few pieces of waste?"

"Sister Phoenix said it well. The fat man accompanies each other: "We have to stick together and take the idea...... There are still more than a dozen mercenary groups and countless killers here, you can't let them take advantage of them!"

"The three major mercenary groups of Night Stalker, Phoenix, and Streamer join forces, and still let others take the lead?" The bewitching woman put down her foundation and took the wooden comb from the hand of the equally bewitching lady: "We! ”

"Our target this time, the method of killing, is really weird. The thin man sighed, straightened his waist, and was half a body taller than the fat man: "There are two people here, and there are no scars on the surface of their bodies, and there is a particularly strong physique, who was actually killed by a punch." ”

The fat man was a little surprised by the news: "How do you know that you were killed with your fist?"

"Can you use your 'thing' to poke a hole the size of a fist in a person's sternum?" said the thin man with a sincere smile on his face, "If you can, I'll listen to you from now on." ”

"Just kidding, who is going to poke the barren mountain and night ridge?" replied the fat man, lingering on the body of the bewitching woman with a little obscene eyes: "Or, Sister Phoenix......"

"I don't care, I'm afraid of you! The bewitching woman turned her head and smiled, and teased everyone with the spring love in the corners of her eyes: "The combat power of the target! Combat skills are practiced on the battlefield with a sword and a sword. Otherwise, his bounty wouldn't have been so much. More than 20 mercenary groups participated. ”

The fat man smiled flatteringly: "Sister Phoenix means ......"

"We don't have to rush. Publish the message of the target's appearance and the direction of escape according to the agreement, let them go first! the more they die, the more tired the target becomes. The woman named Phoenix straightened her clothes with both hands: "It's cold on a cold night, let's have a drink to keep out the cold first." ”

"Okay! The sister said what to do, and the brother did it. The fat man replied loudly, turning his head to look at the thin man.

"Spread the word, expand the search, and set up camp in a different place. The thin man instructed his men carefully. He had to be cautious, the corpses all over the ground really made him nervous.

One by one, the dead men were dragged into the pit and hastily covered with dirt...... Being a mercenary is this life, and when you die, you have nothing.

The tent to block the wind was raised, and the leaders of the three mercenary groups lit a bonfire, drinking and chatting absentmindedly. Although it is said that it is necessary to pay attention to let other mercenary groups take the lead, the bounty for obtaining the target is too large......

If it succeeds, even if it is divided among the three temporary mercenary groups, each mercenary group can be disbanded immediately. Let these members go home to retire.

"Our goal, how far can we escape in the middle of the night?" said the thin man uncertainly, "It's all this time." Why haven't you received the news of the battle ahead? ”

"Wait! Word will come back. The fat man snorted a few times, and his eyes were aimed at the woman next to him: "It's a big deal, wait until dawn, and our own people will be able to send back the news." ”

"Yes......" I don't know if it was reflected by the bonfire or because of the red wine, the bewitching woman's cheeks were flushed: "The target's martial arts are very strong, what are you anxious about." ”

The thin man sighed and shifted his body.

The true identity of the target has not been revealed, only the head of the mercenary group knows. Although this is an ancient tradition, it also makes sense that if everyone knew the identity of the target, more than half of the people in this "hunting" team might run away on the spot.

"Where's the wine...... The wine is gone. The fat man shook the wine jar and shouted outside the tent, "Come, serve the wine." ”

The person who served the leader was outside, and he should have responded immediately, but after waiting for a long time, there was still silence outside.

"What about people!" the thin man was excited, and the whole person bounced up from the ground: "Where are they all dead?!"

Only the bonfire was still burning, and outside the tabernacle, the dark sky and the earth were dead silent.

The fat man squinted, the muscles of his face protruding outward, and he slowly stood up as he touched his weapon with both hands.

The bewitching woman, known as the "Phoenix", untied her belt with a slow movement, her eyes were misty, her face was full of extreme longing, and her two moist, bright red lips also made a coquettish gasp.

There was no sound outside the tabernacle.

In the tabernacle, the breathing of two people, one fat and one thin, became heavier, and there was an increasingly seductive wheezing female voice, and the atmosphere in the small tent gradually became strange.

"Who's out there?" the thin man asked in a loud voice, "What are you kidding with the Night Stalker mercenary group!"

No one answered the thin man, and he exchanged a look with the fat man, who nodded at the two cronies who remained in the tabernacle.

The cronies unsheathed their swords and took two sharp steps, one left and one right, leaping out of the tent almost at the same time.

There was a sharp sound of metal breaking through the air on the left side of the tabernacle, and a vague object flew high into the sky—and at the same time, there was the sound of feet hitting the ground on the right side of the tabernacle.

Before the three people in the tent could react, a dull crash of flesh came again, and the mercenary with his feet on the ground flew back to the tent with his whole body, and his uncontrollable body rolled several times on the precious carpet, stopping at the fat man's feet—the mercenary's whole face collapsed, and red and white flowed to the ground.

"!" the fat man shrank his feet, his sword and shield were protected on his chest, and his forehead was shiny and sweaty.

The round object that flew into the sky spun and fell, and several people were splattered with blood.

This time, even the phoenix temporarily stopped breathing, and the leaders glanced at each other, everyone rolled on the tip of the knife, and all three of them understood that they had changed from the identity of the hunter to the hunted.

"Don't hide your head and show your tail!" a mercenary who couldn't bear this fate shouted: "Come out and fight!"

He was answered by a dagger that effortlessly pierced the tabernacle and plunged into the throat of the shouter.

Blood "dropped" on the hard mat outside the carpet, and the shouting mercenary bent down, grabbed his neck with one hand, and knelt down towards his leader, his body twisting strangely all the way.

As soon as the thin man's gaze swept over the wound, he knew that the opponent outside the tent was more cruel than himself, and this sharp dagger could kill him with one blow, but the opponent made the dagger crooked a little, and only cut the blood vessels in his neck...... He wants the people here to die, but he won't let the people here die happily!

With a kick at the end of the dagger, the thin man ended the men's pain.

While the mercenary was still twitching unconsciously, when everyone's attention was being drawn, an unfamiliar voice sounded in the tabernacle.

"Killing and being killed, such fates are often linked. It will come suddenly, but this is life, and everyone has to learn to adapt. ”

The man closed his eyes lightly, and raised his chin slightly, as if he were searching for a trace of blood in the air, and the campfire reflected his shadow on the tabernacle, which was extremely tall.

The man closed his eyes lightly, and raised his chin slightly, as if he were searching for a trace of blood in the air, and the campfire reflected his shadow on the tabernacle, which was extremely tall. (To be continued......)