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Chapter 89 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (42)
Chapter 89 The Young League Mainly Loves and Kills Me (42)
The attacker was dressed in black, with his head and face wrapped in black cloth, similar to the corpses buried in the broken bricks and tiles in the temple, but more advanced and refined.
He is a seasoned assassin, he has wielded a sword for ten years, and he has never had the time to make a second sword, but at this moment the rough touch of the sword piercing the ground made him startled for a moment, and suddenly became alert.
However, it was too late.
At the moment when his whole body was tense, a silver light flashed, the tip of the sword was inserted from the back of his neck, protruding from his throat, and a fountain of blood flowed out.
The assassin stared at his dull eyes, and fell down with a reluctance to die.
Han Yu flicked the blood from the tip of the sword expressionlessly, and bent down to pull the cover on his face, but before he touched the cloth, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a light from the corner of his eye, was startled, and instinctively stepped forward point, back quickly.
Almost at the same time, flames lit up from the corpse, and exploded like thunder!
The heavy airflow hit like a heavy hammer made Han Yu's internal energy churn, and a fishy sweetness surged up from his throat.
The long sword was held horizontally in front of him, dancing into a dense sword light. This was just an intuition, but it was this intuition that saved his life again.
There were four or five "ding" and "ding" impacts, and several sharp iron pieces splashed out with the explosion, rolling up a deadly wind. After blocking it a few times, the tiger's mouth holding the sword was already slightly numb .
Han Yu pursed his lips, and a little cold sweat trickled down his tense back.
If the blades were not flying in all directions, but were running towards him... Even if he didn't die now, he would be seriously injured and would be slaughtered.
Thinking of this, something flashed through his mind, his breath stopped, and he looked up hastily.
The smoke all over the sky was gradually blown away by the wind, and the dust settled.
The killer at the center of the explosion had already been blown to pieces, his body was covered with dots of fire, and the exposed skin was all scorched.
Han Yu only glanced at him, then looked forward hastily, and then saw the mad monk lying motionless on the ground, his eyes wide open, showing a bit of hollow anger and horror.
—He seemed to recognize who it was.
But he could no longer tell Han Yu.
——A butterfly-shaped blade was deeply inserted into his heart, blood oozed out along the clothes, dyeing the entire front of the front in deep black, against his distorted face, like a scene from hell.
... Now, not to mention the words "Qingyumen" and "Liu Qing" that made him worry, there is not even a direction for the next investigation.
Han Yu stood in a daze for a while as if he had lost his soul, and then suddenly kicked the ground hard under his feet.
The smoke and dust scattered, and he slowly squatted down, burying his face in his hands.
It was rare for him to be so weak and depressed, but this time, he seemed to instinctively know that he had missed something extremely important, and sadness and loss filled his body bit by bit, oozing out from his bones.
Han Yu didn't stay for too long, and since those people had silenced the monk, there was no reason to let him go.
Although I intend to meet with them for a while, my current situation... is really not good.
He raised his hand to press on his lower abdomen, a few strands of blood quickly flowed through the pale fingers, flowed down in a thread, and fell to the ground, mixing with the scarlet under his feet.
Next time... never give them a chance to pull the fuse!
……
It was late at night, and the pale moonlight passed through the clouds and quietly shone on the bodies of the two corpses.
Many secrets were forced back to the ground following their deaths, but only a thin layer of soil separated them, and the time to see the light of day... is not far away.
(End of this chapter)
The attacker was dressed in black, with his head and face wrapped in black cloth, similar to the corpses buried in the broken bricks and tiles in the temple, but more advanced and refined.
He is a seasoned assassin, he has wielded a sword for ten years, and he has never had the time to make a second sword, but at this moment the rough touch of the sword piercing the ground made him startled for a moment, and suddenly became alert.
However, it was too late.
At the moment when his whole body was tense, a silver light flashed, the tip of the sword was inserted from the back of his neck, protruding from his throat, and a fountain of blood flowed out.
The assassin stared at his dull eyes, and fell down with a reluctance to die.
Han Yu flicked the blood from the tip of the sword expressionlessly, and bent down to pull the cover on his face, but before he touched the cloth, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a light from the corner of his eye, was startled, and instinctively stepped forward point, back quickly.
Almost at the same time, flames lit up from the corpse, and exploded like thunder!
The heavy airflow hit like a heavy hammer made Han Yu's internal energy churn, and a fishy sweetness surged up from his throat.
The long sword was held horizontally in front of him, dancing into a dense sword light. This was just an intuition, but it was this intuition that saved his life again.
There were four or five "ding" and "ding" impacts, and several sharp iron pieces splashed out with the explosion, rolling up a deadly wind. After blocking it a few times, the tiger's mouth holding the sword was already slightly numb .
Han Yu pursed his lips, and a little cold sweat trickled down his tense back.
If the blades were not flying in all directions, but were running towards him... Even if he didn't die now, he would be seriously injured and would be slaughtered.
Thinking of this, something flashed through his mind, his breath stopped, and he looked up hastily.
The smoke all over the sky was gradually blown away by the wind, and the dust settled.
The killer at the center of the explosion had already been blown to pieces, his body was covered with dots of fire, and the exposed skin was all scorched.
Han Yu only glanced at him, then looked forward hastily, and then saw the mad monk lying motionless on the ground, his eyes wide open, showing a bit of hollow anger and horror.
—He seemed to recognize who it was.
But he could no longer tell Han Yu.
——A butterfly-shaped blade was deeply inserted into his heart, blood oozed out along the clothes, dyeing the entire front of the front in deep black, against his distorted face, like a scene from hell.
... Now, not to mention the words "Qingyumen" and "Liu Qing" that made him worry, there is not even a direction for the next investigation.
Han Yu stood in a daze for a while as if he had lost his soul, and then suddenly kicked the ground hard under his feet.
The smoke and dust scattered, and he slowly squatted down, burying his face in his hands.
It was rare for him to be so weak and depressed, but this time, he seemed to instinctively know that he had missed something extremely important, and sadness and loss filled his body bit by bit, oozing out from his bones.
Han Yu didn't stay for too long, and since those people had silenced the monk, there was no reason to let him go.
Although I intend to meet with them for a while, my current situation... is really not good.
He raised his hand to press on his lower abdomen, a few strands of blood quickly flowed through the pale fingers, flowed down in a thread, and fell to the ground, mixing with the scarlet under his feet.
Next time... never give them a chance to pull the fuse!
……
It was late at night, and the pale moonlight passed through the clouds and quietly shone on the bodies of the two corpses.
Many secrets were forced back to the ground following their deaths, but only a thin layer of soil separated them, and the time to see the light of day... is not far away.
(End of this chapter)
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