Time flies by like a white horse, fleeting.

The three-month period is almost up.

As long as Song finally survived the last night, he could go back to the mortuary and sleep comfortably on his bed.

The wind was not cool tonight, and it was slightly hot.

The wind struck the swordsman in the face, and the swordsman held it, leaning against the stone wall of the cave.

Ever since he almost died at the hands of the Assassins, Song had rarely slept at night.

Always lie awake, stay vigilant, and beware of assassins.

Today is the last night, and presumably the other party will send another Assassin.

A smile appeared on the corner of Song Zhong's mouth, these assassins were undoubtedly the best touchstones, they used a variety of weapons, and their martial arts were different.

In just three months, four Assassins had died at the hands of Song Zhong's sword.

Song Zhong's sword is getting faster and faster.

But Song Zhong was still no match for the first assassin to kill him, and although he was already dead, he was indeed very strong.

These days, the Yanhui Sword has been practiced by him like fire.

Not only that, Life to Death and Qin Jiajian have varying degrees of refinement.

The three forms of life to death are faster and more ruthless than before.

The Qin family sword is light and subtle.

And light work is the fastest progressive.

Being in the rivers and lakes, if you can't beat it, you can only escape, and the importance of light work is self-evident.

In three months, Song finally polished his light skills to the extreme.

It can be said that among all the second-rate masters in the world, his light skills can be regarded as the top.

"Stomp..."

Outside the cave, there was the sound of footsteps.

Song finally clearly heard the other party's feet stepping on the withered leaves, stepping on the sparse sand and gravel he had laid.

With a serious expression, Song finally opened his eyes.

"Here it is, this is the last time. Maybe it's going to be strong. Song finally warned himself in his heart that he must not take it lightly.

Clenching the sword in his hand, the swordsman is like a fierce and brutal beast, waiting for the arrival of his prey.

After waiting for a long time, the other party never stepped into the cave.

The swordsman was puzzled, could it be that he had heard it wrong?

It wasn't long before the swordsman heard a voice from outside the cave.

"Song Zhong, you are really powerful, the masters I sent are all folded in your hands, can you tell me, how did they die?"

After a pause, Song Zhong said: "In fact, they died in their own hands, they are not cautious enough, not steady enough. I caught on their weaknesses and could easily send them to their deaths. ”

"Then you have no way to catch my weakness. ”

"Why?"

"I have prepared a lot of oil, you can continue to hide in the cave, and if you don't come out, I will use the oil to light a firewood and smoke you to death. ”

"Your Excellency is a good means. ”

The swordsman shook his nose, indeed smelling the faint smell of oil in the air.

Thus, the swordsman no longer hid.

The swordsman walked out with his sword in his hand.

Thinking about the edge of the cliff, the man in black was waiting, and behind him were five large wooden barrels, presumably barrels filled with oil.

In front of the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, Song Zhong stood here.

Song Zhong asked, "You can take off the face towel, I already know who you are." ”

The man in black rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, I'll let you die tonight." ”

took off the face towel, revealing his face, and Song Zhong was slightly moved.

"Do you have no one? ”

"Isn't that because of you?"

"Thanks for the compliment!"

The black-clad assassin said, "I wish you were dead now!"

Song Zhong said: "Actually, I am also very tired of living. ”

The black-clothed assassin's eyes were bloodshot, and he hated Song Zhong very much, and Song Zhong killed a third of their first-class masters!

How much of a loss is this?

A first-class master can dominate one side and run rampant.

In just three months, four first-class masters died in their halls.

The hall master was furious, and he wanted to kill him directly to vent his anger!

In the end, he begged bitterly for this opportunity to atone for his sins.

As long as Song Zhong is killed tonight, he can return to Tangkou and continue to enjoy life in Tangkou.

The black-clad assassin unleashed the killing intent of his body.

A strong killing intent enveloped the entire Siguo Cliff, like a dark cloud covering the sun, and the suppressed breath made people breathless.

"Die!"

The black-clad assassin drew his sword, and it was unsheathed with a bang.

The assassin's body was as swift as a meteor, and in the blink of an eye he came to Song Zhong.

At this time, the assassin's sword was only two feet away from Song Zhong.

Song Zhong smiled slightly, and with his left hand, the sword cut the hidden hemp rope on the stone wall.

Immediately, Song Zhong quickly retreated with light skills and withdrew into the cave!

Seeing Song Zhong act like this, the assassin shouted badly, and when he looked up, dozens of huge stones fell from the sky!

There were also more than a dozen sharp arrows shooting from all directions!

These arrows were aimed at the Assassins' vital points.

"Ahh

The tragic and heroic voice resounded through the cliff, and it never stopped for a long time!

The boulder fell, and the Assassin had no time to dodge.

Even if he is a first-class master, even if he is physically strong, even if he is outstanding, it is too late.

A first-class master, the sword can break stones, and the strength can pull out trees, but now that the boulder has fallen, there is too little time left for him to react.

Moreover, there are many sharp arrows coming.

Since becoming a first-class master, he first felt a deep sense of powerlessness!

No matter which way you dodge, boulders will fall!

He is dead, and he who is dead cannot die again!

In the cave, Song Zhong stared at the assassin who was killed by the boulder, and sighed helplessly.

"To be a man, you must still be cautious. ”

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......

After returning to the mortuary hall, Song Zhong took a hot bath happily.

After that, Song Zhong pulled Wang Chengda, who was still gnawing on chicken legs, out of the door.

"Brother... Elder brother... Where are we going? Can we finish the chicken thighs first?"

"The Holy Sect is too dangerous, I want to take on a mission and go out to avoid the limelight. ”

"???" Wang Cheng's face was full of doubts.

Is the Holy Cult too dangerous?

The fat man felt that the Holy Religion was his home, not only was it not dangerous, but he had a strong sense of security.

However, Song Zhong is his eldest brother, and what the eldest brother says is what he says.

Pulling and pulling all the way, the two came to the entrance of the hall.

He entered the hall with a big grin, and the voice woke up the old steward.

The old steward got up with sleepy eyes, and after seeing Song Zhong, he suddenly came to his senses.

The old steward smiled: "You kid was released so soon." ”

Song Zhong said: "Damn, I have been locked up for three months, and I haven't taken the task, and my hands are itchy." ”

The old steward said: "It just so happens that the tasks have been updated recently, and some of the B-level tasks are still very good, and the rewards are very rich." ”

Song Zhong raised his eyes and saw that the small wooden sign on the mission wall had indeed been updated.

Pointing to a wooden sign on the task wall, Song Zhong said, "That's it, help me take it off." ”

The old housekeeper was stunned, turned around and took down the wooden card of the Rank A task on the task wall, and took out a piece of paper from the drawer, requiring the tasker to press his own handprint.

"You're still so bold!" exclaimed the old butler.

"Opportunity and danger coexist!" Song Zhong said.

The fat man approached, and the greasy fat hand took the wooden sign.

"Brother, are you sending me to death?" the fat man wanted to cry without tears.

"Lao Tzu, this is protecting you!"

Song finally glanced at the fat man, took the fat man's hand and pressed the handprint, and after he pressed the handprint again, he pulled the fat man who was crying and went out.

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