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Spitfire thinks that he is incompetent as a Heavenly Machine Assassin, recalling that he was rescued by Wushuang at that time, and never thought that he would practice martial arts with Wushuang today because of his helplessness at that time.

Then he gradually became a member of the "Heavenly Machine" assassin, and finally was used by that day, I don't know what method Wushuang used, and forever transferred the mark of the Heavenly Machine Assassin to him.

Spitfire has no resentment in his heart, and it is not easy for a person like him who has almost no past to survive.

What's more, it is still worry-free, and the organization will secretly give away a number of nationwide exchange silver tickets according to the ranking every month to maintain the livelihood of the messenger.

On weekdays, you only need to take orders to kill people, and there are almost no restrictions on everything.

It wasn't he who chose the Assassin trade, and it wasn't the Assassin profession who chose him.

But it was doomed from the beginning, and from the moment he was saved by Wushuang, this bloody road has always been with him.

Although his hands have not been stained with the blood of innocent people, the murderer will always kill him, and one day he will also be in the wild.

He is so contradictory and complex, obviously he should be ruthless when he is stained with blood, but he is affectionate.

If you are still confused, it must be that you don't have enough blood.

If you are still worried about the trivialities of these children's love, it must be that your mind is not firm enough, and you have not yet gotten rid of the entanglement of the world, and you are still a yellow-haired boy.

Spitfire laughed at himself, and then returned to his room, he can still remember the scene of that night, Qingwen jumped down from the window, ruthlessly trampled on his original delicate pretentiousness, so he had a heart-to-heart relationship with that girl.

However, everything was wrong, at the wrong time, on another island, and at the wrong time she met and knew each other.

Human emotions are always wonderful, you don't know when it's coming, but it's hard for you to get rid of it.

No matter how strong a person is, he can't let himself be ruthless, only when he reaches the realm of "inhuman", can he not be disturbed by the emotions of the world, and can he be the strongest in the world.

to become the strongest assassin in history.

He had thought that way, when he was being tempered by the hellish of Wushuang, he always wanted to surpass Wushuang and surpass everyone in the Heavenly Machine, but now it seems that he has just made up his mind.

Determination is not the same thing as whether or not you can succeed.

But he had to succeed, and he couldn't be shackled by his own mind, and his hands were tied.

His eyes had been shrouded in darkness for a long time, and he had learned how to walk in the dark, how to use the "curtain", and to find his way even if he couldn't see the outside world.

However, this time, it was not someone else who restrained him, but he was self-contained.

The person who tied the bell was himself, and the person who untied the bell was naturally himself.

Feihuo got up and took off the thunderbolt sword at the head of the bed, it should now be called the Broken Steel Sword, the very heavy long sword had made him a little worried before, and the swordsmanship was supposed to match his body.

Now, he had to figure out how to dance the heavy sword like a light sword.

There are many swordsmanship in the world that are self-taught, some are smart, some are deep, some are true and illusory, and some are murderous.

But there is only one swordsmanship, which is different from the above, and everyone's understanding is different.

That swordsmanship is called a love sword.

"A sentient person makes a sentient sword, a ruthless person dances a ruthless sword, Brother Qin, you say that I am here, if I dance a sword, should I be affectionate or ruthless!"

Spitfire picked up the Broken Steel Sword and walked out of the door to the courtyard of Sunset Garden.

Even though he knew the weight of this sword before, it was still difficult for Spitfire to pull out the long sword and hold the sword in one hand, not because he couldn't hold it, but because he couldn't hold it for a long time.

The techniques of swordsmanship include splitting, stabbing, pointing, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping, etc., which are combined into a variety of moves, but if you can't even hold the sword steadily, then there is no way to talk about it.

The young man was calm, although the swordsmanship and the assassination technique were very different, but they were always a kind of weapon skills, and the real genius should be like Gao Liancheng, even if it was an extraordinary soldier, he could use it.

However, he is not a genius, he is a completely different type from Gao Liancheng, or rather, he is not as good as Gao Liancheng.

I may not have felt it before, but now every time I think of that Gao Liancheng, the nameless fire in my heart will surge.

He can be subservient to anyone, he can endure the merciless ridicule of the people in the organization, but he can't stand the high city.

The condescending son of the Gao family, who had almost all the advantages, was high-spirited above the ceremony, but secretly he was an empty-eyed, arrogant and arrogant person.

Spitfire struggled to shake off this thought, he had been influenced by Lady Iris, and his jealousy had turned into anger, and the more he struggled, the more he burned.

Only by constantly reminding oneself of one's identity can the flame be extinguished temporarily, but every time I think about it, it will be rekindled.

He thought he was a strong-willed man, sometimes yes, but more often than not, he wavered all the time.

Maybe after leaving Beshimjima, the situation will be much better.

Feihuo raised his long sword, concentrated all the internal strength and true qi in his left hand, and slowly covered the true qi on the broken steel sword, imagining the feeling of fusing himself and the dagger in his heart when he practiced the art of assassination.

He needed an imaginary enemy, a reason to stab the long sword hard, and in front of his eyes, in his mind, Gao Liancheng's high-spirited, empty-eyed figure appeared.

Whether it was anger or jealousy, the power of the flying fire ran through the sword, almost merging the entire body with the sword body, and he let out a loud cry, pouring out all the unhappiness in his heart.

He stabbed into the air, and in front of him, there was nothing, and nothing was seen, it was originally empty.

"Why should I, even if I want to treat Gao Liancheng as an enemy, but what qualifications do I have to challenge him, is it martial arts, or determination?"

No, he has neither martial arts nor determination now, only some indignation makes him constantly wander here, those things will end eventually, although this sword is pierced in the air, but it is not necessarily a good thing.

He had never set such a goal for himself so clearly, whether it was jealousy or something else, if people had a goal to move forward, defeating Gao Liancheng was not one of them?

"Count, even if I don't do anything else, defeating such a guy with financial resources, armed force, and intelligence will always be one step closer to the strongest goal!"