Instead of pulling out the bar, Richard let go of his hand and instead gave the killer a push in the back, allowing him to fly higher and farther. And he himself moved like a shadow against the killer's body. The killer's limbs were all out of the control of the central nervous system, but he could barely think in shock, and when he saw himself flying through the alley, he suddenly thought of his companion hidden inside!

With a muffled thud, two daggers stabbed into the killer's body at the same time. One stabbed through the gap between the ribs and into the heart, and the other into the spine from behind, striking with precision and precision, killing with a single blow, but unfortunately he got the wrong target. This is a fatal mistake.

Richard flashed out from behind the killer like a ghost, and slashed his bare hand at the back of the assassin's neck who pounced in the alley, but the hand that belonged to the magician revealed an extremely sharp energy, and the assassin's head immediately flew lightly, and blood spurted out of his neck like a fountain!

Richard reached out and grabbed Goofy's head, then bent over and pushed it out like a rolling ball. With shock and horror still on his face, the Assassin rolled into the depths of the alley, stopping in front of a thick shadow with his eyes still wide open.

The shadow, as if uneasy, finally writhed slightly, cracking two thin slits, like the eyes of a beast, and meeting the eyes of the Assassin. It's just a very slight change, almost imperceptible. In Richard's field of vision, however, was a set of jumping numbers. The shadow was out of place in its surroundings and was immediately recognizable to Richard.

With a snort, a flaming fireball flew into the alley, and then exploded! In the semi-sealed space, the power of the fireball was stacked to several times, and the magic flame of nearly fifty energy levels could kill any professional below level ten with a single blow. A terrible roar rang out from the surging magical flames, and then a flaming figure began to dance wildly in the flames.

The heat wave is blowing in the face, even if it is more than ten meters away, it looks scorching. Richard didn't avoid it, but walked into the alley against the heat, and then stood against the wall at the entrance, reining in his breath. His right hand slowly raised, his palm aimed at the entrance of the alley.

The gushing heat had finally come to an end, and the magic flames were gone, but the half-charred body in the depths of the alley was still writhing, letting out a terrible wail that was nearing the end. At this moment, a thin man appeared from the entrance of the alley, he stretched out his head to look into the alley, and a heavy one-handed axe in his hand that did not match his stature was shining with a faint cold light. The first thing he saw was Richard's palm, the palm that was beginning to breathe flames!

A wisp of flame erupted from Richard's hand and hit the man's face right on. The man wailed, his face burned, and his eyes were even darker, and he staggered backwards. With only two levels of power, the first-order magic flame hand was originally a chicken-ribbed magic, often playing a key role such as lighting fire in wild adventures, but when used properly, it can also exert great power.

The man took two steps back, and suddenly felt a chill on his abdomen, so he roared, and the heavy axe slashed out like electricity, almost grazing Richard's scalp!

Richard, who took advantage of the sneak attack, was instantly shocked into a cold sweat, he didn't expect the man to be able to make such a swift and accurate counterattack after being hit hard in the eye, and the heavy axe was attached to the surging fighting spirit, at least a warrior above level ten!

Richard immediately Litton lay down in a strange motion, and then swam close to the ground in a lizard crawling position, and in an instant it was ten meters away! This decision was extremely timely and correct, the man's counterattack was a series of heavy axes, and the heavy axe had already swept over Richard three times in succession, and at the same time constantly adjusting the direction of the attack, each time getting closer and closer, and even cutting through the clothes behind his back at the most dangerous.

Richard lay close to the wall, not moving. His chest ached like a burn, and the feeling of suffocation continued to attack his consciousness, like a fish on the shore, forcing him to breathe wide. Richard, on the other hand, restrained himself, endured the pain in his chest as if it were cracking, and breathed slowly at a rate several times slower than usual, lest the sighted warriors discover his whereabouts.

The first ability from the bloodline, the effect of the 'explosion' has passed, and the consequence of bursting out of the usual strength several times in a short period of time is the fatigue of wanting to sleep, even if you drink the powerful energy recovery potion immediately, it will take half an hour to relieve your breath. And during this half hour, Richard was barely able to move.

Richard's eyes focused on the ground at the warrior's feet, observing only his movements. This is a small trick in the dark world to avoid direct gaze and alert the person being observed. Richard silently calculated his mana at the same time, his body was close to collapse, and he had used magic in a very short period of time before, and now the remaining mana was only enough to send out a fireball spell of normal power. However, against fighters above level 10, fireballs below 10 energy levels are only as powerful.

The warrior was visibly stunned after several axes in succession. He never thought that his successive killings would all fail, although his eyes were blind, but his perception and skills were still there. With the memory of the attacker's last position and the sense of being attacked, he can judge the opponent's speed and evasion direction. His combo skills had clearly blocked a possible escape path, and one of them had even touched the other person! Unless Richard crawled away like a lizard.

He held his breath and turned slowly, ready to find out where the damn boy was hiding. But as soon as his body moved slightly, he suddenly felt a chill on his abdomen again, and a forty-centimeter-long tear appeared, and blood, intestines, and other unexplained fragments poured out. The warrior shook in disbelief, and as soon as his hand loosened, the heavy axe fell to the ground with a thud, and his body fell limply like an empty sack.

At this time, the distance was already lit up with a flickering magical light, the noise of people was noisy, and the sound of hurried footsteps quickly spread from far to near, and the changes in this place had already alarmed the law enforcement mage. Even in the marginal zone, it is forbidden to openly cast area-of-effect magic. Fireball, on the other hand, is a typical example of area-of-effect magic. The arrival of the law enforcement mage was obviously a good thing for Richard, and as soon as he was relieved, he exhaled a hot breath.

At the moment when Richard relaxed, a series of hoarse and low laughter was suddenly heard in his ears, and then a seductive female voice almost whispered in his ear: "You can die in peace, Richard!"

The killer himself did not come as close as the voice, and before she could finish speaking, a dull dagger poked out of the void three or four paces away and stabbed Richard in the back. The dagger is a strange dead gray color, and the poison applied on it is not to say that it pierces the vital point, as long as it can cut through the skin, it can kill Richard in half a minute. And just as the dagger was about to touch Richard's heart, the silhouette of the killer's body loomed, like a translucent creature.

However, the blow she was determined to achieve was not successful, and a short knife with a strange shape and dark red blood light wrapped all over the body appeared in the air, and came first, blocking her dagger.

It's not a nameless dagger, on the contrary, its eerie blades connected to blood grooves and its signature blood-colored glow have earned a reputation in the dark world.

"Scourge Blade!" the female killer let out a startle, her figure becoming clearer, and even her face faintly visible. She was shocked to see a ray of dark red light shoot from the blood-colored dagger, which instantly disappeared into her body and disappeared. The female killer instantly remembered many legends about the Calamity Blade in the past, although they were all old things that had been sealed in the dust for more than ten years, but now they all came to mind.

The most terrifying thing about the 'Calamity Blade' is not the sharpness of the dagger itself, but his superb art of assassination and the unpredictable curse of Calamity. Every time the short knife kills a person, it will absorb part of the opponent's soul power and store it, and use it as the power to unleash the curse of calamity. There are a total of 6 Calamity Curses in the 'Calamity Blade', and although they can only be activated once a day, those who fall under the curse will hardly be able to realize that they have been cursed. Therefore, the longer the time dragged on, the more dangerous it becomes.

The dark red light that shot from the short knife didn't feel anything at all after entering the body, but the female killer knew that the calamity blade must have been launched to track the blood mark. This is the most well-known curse of Calamity, and its function is to know the whereabouts of the cursed person at any time within three days.

The female killer flipped back in the air and landed silently ten meters away, crouching on the ground like a shadow leopard, staring at the blood-colored short knife with a pair of dull eyes.

A hand appeared at the handle of the dagger, then a somewhat thin arm, then an ordinary and even a little shabby clothes, and finally a plain face, but the smile on the face was a mercenary and obscene. If it weren't for that hideous and terrifying short knife, Naya would be completely like a boss trapped in a small restaurant and bar, who could only rely on a meager income to keep his stomach filled, and rely on fantasy ** beauties to pass the boring time every day. In any case, it is difficult to associate him with the handsome man who shone in the dark world more than ten years ago.

Naya didn't have the posture of a female killer at all, but instead juggled a few knife flowers to show off, and then walked around the female killer's curved and powerful body with the lewd gaze of a middle-aged lascivious man, while saying, "It's you, what's your name?" Let me think about it, is it a blood parrot or a gray sparrow...... It doesn't matter what it's called anyway. I haven't seen you for more than ten years in a blink of an eye, I didn't expect your figure to be so hot! But your level, tsk, how can I say it, why hasn't it changed at all after so many years, and it's still level fourteen? Could it be that you have been busy sleeping with the nobles all these years, and you can't care about cultivation?"