The first one to bear the brunt is Princess Jing.

That blade shadow was difficult to catch with the naked eye, as if it was seeping from the void, and there was no way to hide it.

"Kill Princess Jing first, then capture Zhao Feng."

The blurry figure of the slender woman blended into the night moon void, with murderous intent piercing her heart and soul.

Princess Jing was unable to fight back or dodge at this level of attack, and her face turned pale.

"Jinger"

Su Lao, who was retreating from the shock, just spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and couldn't help but lose his voice.

Zhao Feng, who was leaning on Princess Jing, had no expression on his face, and his face was still full of fatigue and discomfort.

The tenth elder who came to fight had a strange look in his eyes.

Even in this situation, Zhao Feng remained indifferent and showed no fear at all.

"In that case..."

The slender woman's face turned cold, and the illusory blade shadow flew up, first cutting towards Princess Jing's snow-white neck.

That moment.

Princess Jing closed her eyes, and Su Laoji shouted angrily, with helplessness written on his face.

As for the Third Highness and others, their thinking and meaning cannot keep up with this level.

Ding Chi

A crisp and unusual sound sounded in the moonlit night.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Zhao Feng's face was still full of fatigue, he leaned on Princess Jing, half asleep.

The slender woman was only half a foot away from Zhao Feng and the two of them, and they could feel each other's breathing.

However.

Her steps were stiff.

click

The dagger in the hand of the slender woman was broken into two pieces.

meow

There was a silver-gray thief cat on the shoulder, playing with a dark and transparent dagger.

As the dagger swayed, it dragged the light of the illusory shadow blade in the night.

In the blink of an eye, the slender woman's magic weapon was cut into two pieces.

meow

The little thieving cat played with the dark and transparent dagger, with a look of color on his face.

"How is this possible? My 'Twilight Night Blade' is a rare mid-level spiritual-level inherited magic weapon, a treasure in the assassin world."

The slender woman was stunned and incoherent on the spot, completely unable to accept this reality.

"What"

Not far away, the "Twilight Night Blade" with a fat face, a bald head, and a chin that almost dropped, watching the slender woman, was cut into two pieces by the mysterious dagger of the little thieving cat.

The move "Illusory Sky Shadow Thorn" just now is the tenth elder's famous stunt. It is so fast that even the average Zhenxuan level can't react.

How could that thief cat be so fast? It could intercept the tenth elder's assassination stunt in a blink of an eye.

The most incredible thing is the origin of the dark and transparent dagger in the hands of the thieving cat. It is like cutting tofu and cutting off the spiritual-level magic weapon.

Even some gods find it extremely difficult to achieve this step.

for a while.

Both the enemy and ourselves fell into a brief sluggish state.

"Little thief cat, don't leak the scent of the weapon in your hand. Let me do it..."

Zhao Feng looked tired and rubbed his temples tightly with his thumbs.

That day in the Purple Saint Palace, when the little thieving cat got this mysterious inherited weapon, even the remnant spirit of the Purple Saint felt panic for a while.

meow

The little thieving cat nodded and instantly took back the mysterious dark transparent dagger.

As soon as the words fell.

Zhao Feng's lazy and tired body slowly stood up straight while holding Princess Jing's shoulders.

"Ignorant boy, you don't have the strength to restrain the chicken, but you still want to resist."

The 18th core elder was "fat and bald" with a gloomy look in his eyes. He came out of a brief shock and fell into a trance.

The cat's behavior just now really scared him.

But he soon realized that the power of the little thieving cat was mainly due to the mysterious assassin's magic weapon.

"Hand over that dagger..."

The woman in the black dress recovered from the extreme shock, and her face was replaced by greed and ecstasy.

Just imagine, if that mysterious dagger could fall into the hands of a true assassin, what kind of legend would it create?

Zhao Feng ignored the two of them. He endured the intense fatigue and looked impatient as he slowly gathered the power of his divine eyes.

call

Zhao Feng's left pupil glowed with a hint of aquatic blue, and exuded bone-chilling coldness, followed by a sharp green light.
Chapter completed!