The blood mist was swirling, and a huge fist shadow emerged from the blood mist, and as soon as it appeared, it blasted towards the thin man's face.

Recite!

A few wisps of cold light flashed, the fist shadow was quickly cut into several parts, dissipated in the air, the sword light stirred again, the blood mist dispersed, the thin man held the ice sword, and with a rush, he pounced and sealed Ye Wen's left side.

One is thin and one is fat, two assassins, one ice sword is entangled in close quarters, and the other fireball is smashed out, it is actually a combined attack, obviously a master of coordinated combat.

Ye Wen had anticipated this from the beginning, so he used the Blood Tyrant Fist, which had not yet been refined, in an attempt to stop the thin man's actions, but he was only able to stop it for less than a breath.

But also to fight for a glimmer of life!

The thin man stabbed out with a sword, pointing directly at Ye Wen's ribs, Ye Wen didn't dodge or dodge, sneered! The murderous sword blade pierced the skin in an instant, and the thin man was happy in his heart, although he was an assassin who had experienced a hundred battles, based on his bloodthirsty nature, he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart at the moment when he was about to kill the target.

Huh, can't stab?!

The thin man's face changed, he noticed the strange feeling of his hand, and he was about to withdraw his hand, but suddenly, the crystal ice mist was filled, and the ice sword piercing into the flesh instantly froze, and a larger frost power surged out wildly, freezing the thin man's ice sword.

A cloud of cold qi burst out from Ye Wen's body, spreading up along the opponent's ice sword, and in the blink of an eye, the thin man's shoulders were also frozen into ice sculptures, and most of his body was covered with frost.

The thin man looked at the ice on his body in horror, his heart was extremely angry, echoing the words "impossible", the talisman of the same attribute would actually be eroded by the other party, like a river swallowing a stream, not only could not cause harm, but even became a part of the other party's energy.

Almost at the same time, a scorching fireball, with a loud rumbling sound and a crazy aura, slammed into it.

Ye Wen only felt that he was on top of a volcano that was about to erupt, and he would be ignited by the hot flames at any time, he stood still, roared angrily, and in the frightened gaze of the thin man, he pulled out a trace of aura from the thin man's ice sword.

Then his feet sank, the ground shook, and the frost in the sky burst out, like a waterfall flowing backwards, from the bottom to the top, a layer of frost protection shield rose, click, the ice sword frozen by Ye Wen suddenly broke, isolated from the frost cover, and the thin man regained his freedom of movement, only to feel that his skin was hot and stinging, and he was ready to flee in horror, but it was too late.

Rumble!

The huge fireball was coming, and the fireball exploded violently, enveloping the space where Ye Wen was, and everything in the space was completely burned, and the small fire Jiao phantoms were smashed and danced with a bang.

"Ahh

A miserable scream sounded, and the moment the thin man was wrapped in flames, the whole person was ignited, due to the aura of the frost talisman that Ye Wen had withdrawn, the remaining strength was not enough to resist the killing moves of his companions, from the cortex to the muscles to the internal organs, at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was like black charcoal.

Bang!

The stone slab on the ground exploded, the cold light flashed in Ye Wen's eyes, with the frost mist, the figure rushed out of the flames, pounced, the sword light flashed, a cold wind blew on the ground, and the cold sword shadow stabbed straight away.

"Damn!" Seeing that his companion couldn't dodge and was burned into black charcoal by his own talisman, a chill rose in the fat man's heart, not due to the guilt of manslaughter, but a sense of horror generated in disbelief, the ice talisman of the same rank and genus would be swallowed and submerged in this way, and only the absolute difference in quality could happen.

Misjudgment of strength! Misjudgment of intelligence!

As soon as there is a panic in his heart, the calm surface of the assassin will be completely shattered, and even the calmest person will be confused and make wrong judgments once a trace of fear grows in his heart.

With the professional level of the fat man, he should not be so fragile, but the assassin is not a dead man, although he has the courage to surpass ordinary people, he is not born without love, as an assassin, he can live until now, and he has come over through all obstacles, and at the same time he has cultivated the confidence that no one can be killed, but also quietly buried the flaws in the survival psychology.

The newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, in the same way, experienced in a hundred battles, in a certain situation, it is a burden, because before the assassination, the intelligence source is wrong, misjudged the strength, carelessly, did not anticipate the consequences of failure, and did not have the determination to die, the result is naturally self-evident.

"Monster!"

Under the fear of death, the fat man roared angrily, his hands were closed, and a crimson fire dragon appeared, the dragon scales were burning with raging fire, and the scorching breath gushed out wildly, obviously urging the Dao power to the limit.

Rumble!

Time seemed to stand still, the ice sword stabbed the fire dragon, ice and fire were entangled, and then with a snap, the fire dragon's body collapsed inch by inch, and the sword light flashed again, but the fat man's left hand was cut off, and blood gushed out from the broken arm.

With a scream, the fat man covered his broken arm and retreated, the sword light crossed again, the sound of bones splitting sounded, and a human leg bounced horizontally.

He screamed and tried to turn and flee, but he found that his body was cold and uncontrollable, he lost consciousness under his waist, blood gushed like a spring, and he fell to the ground with a shudder.

When the dust settled, Ye Wen stabilized his body and exhaled, it seemed that there was a huge disparity in strength and won easily, but in fact, it was between life and death, if there was a little hesitation in reacting, the person lying on the ground was definitely him.

He stood in place, he could hear the sound of his heartbeat, thump, loud, clear, wisps of blood flowed out, dripping from his fingers, practicing so far, although he came from the killing, he was more or less accustomed to dancing with death, but this time the thrill was the most thrilling since the beast tide.

The Frost Sword, the Flame Dragon, the two eight-grade runes, and the combined attack of the two double cultivators are equivalent to the siege of two hall masters, and the reason why they were able to survive, reverse the situation, and kill the enemy was because they judged correctly at the beginning and interrupted the opponent's joint attack, and one of the assassins used the Frost Sword Talisman.

The same cannibalism, at the moment when the ice sword pierced the skin, it was devoured back with a stream of cold energy, which was the only way to break the game that could be thought of at the moment of life and death.

Of course, this decision is very risky, even if he is now, he does not dare to guarantee 100% success, this time he can succeed, the role of luck, accounts for a large proportion.

The fat assassin was not dead yet, but he was not far from death, and the pain before death made him a little unbearable, lying on the ground, and crying weakly: "Please, please, hurry, give me a happy ......"

From the moment he had a psychological breakdown, lost his courage, and did not dare to sacrifice his life to kill the enemy, he was no longer a passing assassin, but now he begged to die a happy death, so as not to suffer pain and suffering again.

Ye Wen calmed down, glanced at the fat man, squatted down cautiously, the Dao power of his body turned far away, without the slightest relaxation, if this fat man had the slightest sign of counterattack, he would open a blood hole in his heart.

"Who sent you?" Ye Wen asked calmly, "If you answer this question, I can let you die without the slightest pain." ”

As soon as these words fell, the fat man spurted out another mouthful of blood, but he gasped for breath and did not answer, the blood of the severed limbs gushed out like a spring, and the blood on the ground, mixed with the sewage of the alley, gradually expanded and disappeared, and the breath of death became heavier and heavier.

"The reason for your defeat is that you miscalculated my strength, is this someone deliberately sending you to death, or am I really hiding it well? Assassins like you should know very well that the struggle for power is bloody, and it will be sacrificed as cannon fodder by some people and for some ridiculous reasons at any time. Are you really willing?"

Ye Wen's eyes flashed with a ghostly light, and he continued to ask, he noticed that this fat assassin had lost some of the characteristics that an assassin should have just now, and now, he was just an ordinary dying person, and with a little guidance and provocation, he might be able to get the answer.