Exchanging a head for a life, this is a last resort, after losing a snake head, Xiang Liu is not only scarred, but his strength has also dropped a lot.

When Xiang Liu chose a strong man to break his wrist, this duel, it had already lost, and all the rest of the time was just a lingering breath.

The autumn pool rain traveled through the clouds, and the flame dragon law left a long trail of flame behind her, and as her figure streaked, the noon clouds seemed like a red glow soaked in the setting sun.

"Infernal Hell."

The trajectory of the red clouds staggered back and forth, gradually intertwining into a flame cage that fell from the sky, and framed the wounded Xiangliu in the cage.

It is rumored that after a person's death returns to the underworld, he must first accept the judgment of the four judges of the Reward Division, the Punishment Division, the Yin Law Division, and the Inspection Division for the good and evil of the soul's life, and reward and punish according to merit and demerits.

Those who have been guilty of evil in their lives will go to hell and suffer the penal punishment until they have atoned for all the sins of their lives before they can re-enter samsara. Those whose sins are unforgivable will be sent to the final infernal hell, where they will be tortured at every moment and will never be able to live beyond the ages.

The mortal world usually refers to hell as the eighteen layers of hell, believing that hell extends down layer by layer, and the greater the crime, the deeper the hell will enter. Actually, hell is distinguished by time, the degree of suffering, and the size of the area.

The sixteenth layer of hell is called Sudugan Zhihu, also known as Volcanic Hell, and those who pay bribes, rob and set fire will be sent to the volcanic hell after death, and will be burned all day long without dying.

And at this moment, the flame cage is like a volcanic hell, locking Xiangliu firmly in the cage, and the violent high temperature scorches Xiangliu's body, and the beast blood that originally flowed out was also evaporated by the flames.

As Hell vaporized the water in Soyanagi's body, its body shrunk, and when it tried to escape from Hell with its shrunken body, it found that the cage had shrunk with itself.

Moreover, the speed at which Hell contracted was far more than the shrinkage of Xiangliu's body, and the Dao Flames had already tightened Xiangliu's body, turning into a sharp fire knife to cut Xiangliu's body into pieces.

As a last resort, Xiang Liu had no choice but to repeat the old trick and tear off one of his snake heads again, blocking the blow of Hell completely retracting.

After losing its two snake heads, Soyanagi was already crumbling, and its nearly completely burned wings could no longer support its body to move through the air.

"Look at how many heads you have left to give up."

Xiangliu is already at the end of his strong crossbow, and his broken body can no longer withstand the loss of another snake head, and the next sword is the final judgment.

At this moment, Qiu Chiyu's eyes only had Xiangliu's life, and at this moment, an inconspicuous light passed through the air.

Under the cover of the daylight of the day, this bright light was simply impossible to catch by the line of sight, it flew from the distant sky, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the blue cliff.

Until he was within three feet of his body, the needle sensed the danger coming, and before his brain had time to react, Qingya had already risen in advance to block his chest.

With a ding, the light dissipated, and a small silver needle hit the body of the Qing Ying sword. At this time, the tip of the silver needle was still rotating at high speed, as if it wanted to pierce the green shadow.

Although it is not known what kind of material the green underworld is made of, it is by no means something that ordinary blades can shake, and the high-speed rotating silver needle cannot even splash a trace of sparks, let alone leave any traces on the green underworld.

The next moment, the silver needle suddenly stopped spinning, and instead split out nearly a hundred nails as thin as cow's hair, and rushed towards Qingya's chest.

Just as the silver needle split and formed, a burst of ice mist blew in, freezing the tiny nails into bits of ice and falling to the ground.

"They're coming, be careful."

Hua Qing'er got close to Qingya, and the two of them were back-to-back, defending the next assassination attack from nowhere.

But through two assassinations, the other party seemed to know that no matter how hidden the hidden weapon was, it would be detected by Qingya, and after a short blow, the opponent stopped.

But Qingya knows that the other party has never left, patience is the most basic ability that a good assassin must have, and they often lurk in the shadows for days and nights, just waiting for a chance to kill.

The other party is waiting, waiting for an opportunity for Qingya to relax his vigilance, Qingya is also waiting, waiting for a chance for the other party to strike again, as long as the other party has a hint of wind and grass, with the needle's pursuit of the enemy and the displacement of Lingyunbu, Qingya is sure to pull out the lurker by surprise.

Above, Xiangliu's howl when he was dying enveloped the four fields, and there was no way to retreat, and it burned all the few blood of Xiangliu in exchange for short-term strength.

The shriveled flesh and blood gradually plumped, scattered feathers and scale armor covered its body again, and the two heads that had been abandoned by himself also grew again, and in a moment's effort, Xiangliu had returned to its original appearance.

At this moment, the blood of Xiangyanagi that restored it was rapidly depleted, and if it didn't last half an hour, the beast would die completely, and after the blood was exhausted, it would never be able to reproduce it again.

Either way, its defeat was already doomed, but for now, its mission was only to hold off Akichi Rain as much as possible, so that she could not be distracted from interfering in the Blue Cliffs.

Seeing the movement of Xiangliu above, Qingya also realized that the other party couldn't help it, and they had to kill themselves within this time, otherwise when Xiangliu fell, they would never have a chance to make a move.

Just as Qingya was engrossed in staring at the movement in all directions, he suddenly sensed a dangerous approach, and when he subconsciously pulled Hua Qing'er to take a step back, a crescent-like curved blade broke out from under his feet.

The blade almost brushed against the tip of Qingya's nose, and a figure jumped up from below, turned the blade, and slashed head-on towards Qingya.

After losing the best opportunity, the knife was easily blocked, but to Qingya's surprise, the assassin was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't fail to see his figure.

It was as if he had put on a cloak that matched the background, and Qingya could only see a vague humanoid silhouette filled with the colors of the sky, houses, and streets, which dazzled people in a blink of an eye, and took advantage of this brief gap to burrow into the ground again, and where he fell, the streets were still intact, leaving no traces, as if the assassination had never happened.

"This is the Five Elements Escape Technique, a new kind of assassination technique that has emerged from the coast of the East China Sea in recent years, and the assassin can hide himself in any environment and take him by surprise. You two must be careful, damn it, why isn't this evil beast dead! ”

Qiu Chiyu transmitted a message to the two, and Qingya knew the reason.

Everything in the world is made up of matter, and since ancient times, people believe that all the materials in the world can be roughly divided into five attributes: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. As early as ancient times, when people were still in the primitive totem worship, the initial exploration of the world was born, but in the following thousands of years, the five elements have been in the category of people's philosophical discussion.

Until the rise of the hundred schools of thought, the Yin and Yang family began to integrate the law of the five elements into the cultivation, forming a complete set of cultivation methods, they can convert their own aura at will according to the battle situation, the golden fire master kills, the water and wood master healing, and the thick earth master defense, they set a variety of attributes in one, can attack and retreat, and can defend, invincible in battle.

After the First Emperor swept the Six Kingdoms, the Yin and Yang family never appeared in the rivers and lakes again, and the law of the five elements gradually became a swan song.

The Five Elements Escape Technique that Qingya saw today has a trace of the charm of the Five Elements Technique of the Yin and Yang Family, and they adjust their concealment techniques according to the changes in external things, resulting in a kind of visual error and deception, so as to achieve the effect of "black under the lamp".

Dodging a blow from the underground, a light from the sky firmly locked on to the green cliff below, and at the moment when the light was about to penetrate the green cliff's body, the green cliff that had been on passive defense finally found an opportunity.

The assassin in the sky with the wings of the trap was about to return after confirming that the light had hit the target, but in the next second, he saw a black sword tip piercing his chest.

In the Polar Ridge, there is no eternal prey, there is no eternal hunter, inadvertently, you will fall into the trap of the enemy, seize the opportunity, one blow to defeat the enemy, this is the law of survival in the jungle.

The special trap wings were able to rise to a height that the Jindan monks could not reach, and the intelligence said that the target of this assassination was only the late cultivation of the foundation building, and after he had seen the light penetrate the target's body with his own eyes, he relaxed the tension in his heartstrings.

The distance of a hundred zhang in the sky is beyond the reach of Qingya, but it is easy for Qingming. When Qing Ming flew back into Qing Ya's hand like a meteor, hot blood still dripped from the tip of the sword.

The death of their companions does not motivate the remaining assassins who are hiding in the shadows, and from the moment of their debut, their only criterion is to kill the target, and the companion is just a borrowing force to complete their mission.

Therefore, the Assassins' greatest fear is not death, they live on the tip of a knife every day, death is a relief for them, their fate is already sealed from the moment they are born, and they will never be able to escape from this point of no return.

What they fear most is that they will be seriously injured, and once they lose their strength, the companions you relied on in the past will immediately abandon you, they will not leave a person who is slowing down the movement by their side, and more likely, they will divide up everything you have like hyenas, and finally end your life with their own hands.

But now, the identities of the hunter and the prey have been reversed, and the opponent's kills have been defended one by one and even counterattacked, and the offense and defense have changed shape.

Red clouds covered the sky under the sky, and the ice and snow drifted on the earth, and it had just been clear for half a day, and for a while it was a splash of snow falling.

No, it wasn't snowflakes falling from the clouds, with Hua Qing'er as the center, all the movements within a radius of more than ten miles were under the control of the frost.

They used the thick snow as their disguise and crawled under the snow waiting for the opportunity to assassinate. But now, the original protective color has become their talisman. The frost and snow that fell from the ice lotus swept this chill into the soul, and their bodies had been trained to the most severe, and they could endure the extreme cold, but they could not resist the frost that froze their souls.

As soon as they couldn't control their bodies and moved, the green shadows hovering above pierced the snow with the precision of a falcon, and a stream of blood spurted out.

There is only one way to hide again, and the killer's last card is to fight for his life. Layers of snow mist burst out of the snow, like a giant whale jumping out of the water splashing to obscure the view of the green cliff, they used the pure snow as a camouflage, hit all the power of the early stage of Jindan on the first blow, and sent the final blow with a decisive attitude of not looking back.

The Assassins' only credo is to complete assassination missions, and for that, they can easily gamble with their lives.

Six or seven transparent silhouettes walked through the snow, and even if you kept an eye on their tracks, you would lose your target in the moment when the figures intertwined.

As long as one person can hit the target, their mission will be accomplished.

However, they no longer have a chance to get close.

It was like the surging surge of the great river, thousands of phantom swords surging above the silver snake dancing in this mountain, the Milky Way falling for nine days above, and thousands of piles of snow rolling up below, and the indiscriminate impact brought by the sword tide covered all the surprise attacks from any angle. The Assassin who rushed forward seemed to be struck by a huge wave, and suddenly lost the motivation to continue moving forward, and could only let the tide push it away, and go with the flow.

But this is not water, but a sword, although they no longer have a strong lethality after splitting out so many phantom swords, they still fall to the ground as if they were washed ashore by the tide, and the camouflage on their bodies is also torn apart by the phantom sword, leaving only dense Dao blood marks on their bodies, and they have lost the strength to stand up again.

At this point, the monk who had just touched the Jindan Realm was no longer the enemy of Qingya's sword.

And at this time, the battle above was also coming to an end, and after the blood of Xiangliu burned out, the body of the giant beast instantly became scattered, and under the roar of the Yanlong Law Phase, it fell towards the ground.

Just as a meteor smashed into the sea and brought up a huge wave to the sky, the thick snow also raised high snowflakes under the violent impact, and the remnants of Xiangliu fell to pieces after falling to the ground, and then spontaneously combusted into a burst of fly ash mixed with the snowflakes, and when the snow melted, they would turn into the spring mud of the next year and feed new life.

And the assassins, who were already injured and lost their strength, also did not know where to fly under the violent impact, and whether they could survive or not could only depend on their own creation.

Whew, the crisis was finally lifted, and Qingya also spit out a long breath of turbidity. Fang had just lost too much of his spiritual power by turning into ten thousand swords with one sword, and now his legs were still a little staggering.

Hua Qing'er pulled Qingya's arm and let him lean on his arms to recover his spiritual power, Qingya raised his head and glanced at Qiu Chiyu in mid-air, and made a gesture that everything was fine.

Seeing that the two of them were unharmed, the flame dragon law behind Qiu Chiyu gradually faded, and the raging fire burning on his body also faded, this time he summoned the law phase for too long, and it also lost a lot of spiritual power, and it was impossible to summon the Eight Desolation Yan Dragons again in a short period of time.

When the dust settled, the three of them were ready to go home, and the monks of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple had already come here to settle the affected people, and everything was left to them.

There was also a motto in the Assassins' Creed: The best time to hunt is when people are tired after victory.