Even though my eyes had already seen the killer's neck become a sac, the fingertips were touched by nothingness. Is this a failure?

Chen Tang was shocked.

Even if the incarnation Wuyou is far less powerful than the original, he will also hold hands to deal with ordinary middle and high-level martial arts warriors. No matter how special the killers have, the difference in their realm and combat experience are here.

The result was that she failed.

Little did I know that the killer was more shocked than her.

Not to mention that his warrior's intention was born entirely for assassination, he had no flaws to deceive the target just now, and the timing of the operation was just right. The target suddenly became alert only because of his own murderous intent! He had the absolute first move and had the advantage of sneak attack. He could see the King of Hell in three or two rounds. How many so-called masters died in his hands in a confused manner? The person in front of him is an exception.

Not only did he barefoot and stomp his specialty, he also made the illusion that his hidden body was cold!

He calmed down secretly.

"Of course, it's the one who takes your life!"

The sound is weird, it is difficult to distinguish between men and women, and it is difficult to distinguish between ages.

Suddenly it turned into a wisp of strange blue smoke, like a ghostly ghost shadow sticking tightly to Shen Tang's blind spots. The moves were unpredictable, and the limbs could flexibly twist into any terrifying shape, attacking from any inhuman perspective that is unimaginable to common sense.

"What the hell are you?" Although Chen Tang could deal with the moves, he could not get rid of the killer and could not kill anyone. He also had to concentrate on his attention to avoid being attacked by the other party, which made her feel uncomfortable.

The enemies she has come into contact with on the battlefield over the years are either a big opening and closing like Gong Xiqiu, who can break through all the skills with one force, and use absolute strength to suppress the enemy, or a technical flow like Yunce, who can subdue the enemy with a clean and neat means, and rarely encounter killers. After more than twenty tricks of entanglement, her patience has been completely exhausted.

The blade suddenly turned and stabbed backwards.

The killer almost touched Shen Tang's ears to mock him.

“It’s useless!”

Chen Tang was not affected at all.

Unbiasedly, one knife pierces the palm of the killer and tear apart half of it.

The palm fell to the ground, but the killer's wound splashed blood without expectation. Instead, it melted under the sunlight and turned into a wisp of dark blue smoke: "Idiot, it's useless, what can you do to me?"

Chen Tang glanced at the broken limb of the other party, and his black mist surged outward, and he instantly recovered as before. The killer used Chen Tang's strength to ejaculate, but there was a gap in his next move, and he slashed her neck with his backhand.

The sharp and weird laughter was alien and nearby, and suddenly it was empty and solid, and one after another tenaciously penetrated into her eardrum. It seemed that she was affected by the strange laughter. Whether Chen Tang opened his eyes or closed his eyes, he could see countless double overlapping yellow eyes and black pupils quietly opening from all directions.

These eyes gradually twisted into countless killers.

Seeing the sharp blade covered with special poison getting closer and closer to the target, the killer's eyes were filled with excitement, excitement, and trembling light!

Just a little bit short!

"Well--"

This trace became his insurmountable natural barrier.

"Although it was a little bit off, the shadow at noon is not big, it should have hit him, right?" The killer glared at Chen Tang in disbelief. The latter's right hand holding the knife was stabbing the knife at the heart of the shadow, calmly saying something that made him feel cold all over.

Although it is a question, it is a sure tone.

As if to confirm her words, a gurgling of dark red liquid poured out from the blade, turning into several winding snakes and flowing out of the shadow range, completely exposed to the sun. This is fresh human blood!

"With such a little skill, I dare to steal my head?"

It’s a pity to not go to Fengluo Liyuan crew to produce special effects as a hot spot to attract customers.

He could make money safely, but he just played with her with his life.

The killer was almost vomited blood after being angry.

His body melted from the top of his head and folded, gathering on the ground into a pool of asphalt-like things. Chen Tang frowned slightly, moved his naked right foot away in disgust, for fear of being contaminated. Her strong defense does not mean that her shoes have a full defense. She was attacked by a killer just now, and she was caught off guard and could only use her feet to force her to hold it in a hard way. As a result, the clogs were scrapped on the spot and forced to barefoot.

The shadow under your feet swallowed the "asphalt" quickly.

Chen Tang stabbed him again but only hit the bricks and stones on the ground.

The feel is completely different from the previous knife.

"Tsk, I didn't kill it with one knife."

When stabbing the shadow with a knife, although the tip of the knife has an insensation to break the ribs, it is slightly different from piercing the heart, and it should be one inch tilted.

This injury cannot kill the life of a brave warrior.

"Master——"

Liao Qian's voice came from beside the carriage at the door.

Oh, no, it should be said that it was the meat bun made by Cui. Liao Qian's vest is still in use in Liao Jia's hands, while the real Liao Qian himself stays by Shen Tang as a dog-legged supervisor and thug. He acts in a low-key and introverted manner and has almost no sense of existence.

He looked suspiciously at Chen Tang standing at the door.

And, a sudden ball of blood came out from her feet.

Liao Qian's pupils suddenly shrank: "Master, you--"

Chen Tang asked back: "What's wrong with me?"

Liao Qian: "..."

The position of this blood ball is more like Chen Tang's barefoot, and he was accidentally cut by a sharp weapon. This behavior may be a bit outrageous when putting it on an ordinary person, but it is normal for the lord in front of him. Over the years, Liao Qian doesn't remember how many things the other party did, which are very different from common sense. He has had more than once barefoot.

Can he say this?

Chen Tang looked around.

Her hand holding the knife was empty.

If it weren't for the warm human blood on the beach under her feet, she would have suspected that the assassination just now was just her illusion.

"Zun Guang, what did you see just now?"

"Just now? There was only one lord."

Liao Qian only saw Chen Tang coming out of the government office with one foot, one foot deep and one foot shallow, like a stupid pillar standing at the door without moving, as if she was distracted. At first, she thought she was sad about spring and autumn, and was reluctant to leave her post that had been struggling for hundreds of days and nights, but soon she found something was wrong - even if she stood at the door and missed her sadness, it wouldn't have been so long, right?

Liao Qian felt his scalp numb.

He repaired the problem of the sheep and kept his mind on guard, and he did not find any abnormalities, but according to the reaction of the lord, there was something happening just now.

"Someone is coming to assassinate the lord again?"

"Don't look for it, I've run away when I see the situation is not good. I hope you will find the enemy situation, you'll have already eaten my first seventh mat." Chen Tang patted his shoulder, looked at the original position of "asphalt", and calmed his thoughts, "It's just a sneaky little mouse."

Something that crawled out of the gutter!

"I have temporarily repelled the person. I just don't know which force sent it. This person's moves are weird, and his ability is a bit interesting. Initial judgment, the other party seems to be able to hide his body in someone else's shadow for personal assassination, and his breath is perfect. It's either a special warrior speaks the spirit or what kind of warrior means... This ability is really a waste of resources to be a killer."

"Hide your body in the shadow of others? Wouldn't you kill whoever you want? Wherever the shadow is, you can lurk wherever you are?" Others may be furious when their boss has damaged their work ability, but Liao Qian can be shameless when nothing happens. He focuses on the ability of the killer. His scalp is numb when he looks at his shadow under his feet, and said, "Isn't this ability a natural killer?"

Subconsciously imagine the role of this ability on the battlefield. If it is used to kill the main general in front of the three armies, I dare not think it will work.

It is simply a powerful tool to reap military merits!

"The opera troupe lacks such special talents. Four performances a day, and the dividends are higher than his votes, and he has no worries about his life. This ability can only be used at noon, because when you meet me, you will have to kick the iron plate sooner or later." Chen Tang said a few words to relieve Liao Qian's nervousness. Not to mention being worried, she was left with laughter and crying at this moment. She became serious, "He should have great restrictions on using his ability, otherwise he would have become famous."

Killers are the most special group of warriors. Other warriors pay attention to the fact that one master is famous for his actions. Only killers are different. Killing people does not distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, and only depends on the reward order.

The more famous the killer is, the more business it is.

The fastest way to become famous is to step on the target corpse and let the employer see the efficiency of assassination. If the killer can use this ability unscrupulously, being a killer is the king of the killer king, and being a general is a famous general who is terrifying... neither of them can only prove two points - the ability limit is very large and you cannot do whatever you want; this guy may belong to a private force.

"Next time, let this sneaky little mouse turn into a gutter dead mouse!"

Chen Tang didn't show his face and was still depressed inside.

It is reasonable to suspect that the deity and incarnation have been comfortable for too long, so that their skills have deteriorated, and even a crisp killer who is engaged in assassination dares to make her feel uncomfortable! Sure enough, the sharp blade needs to be polished at all times to maintain its state. And she hasn't fought for two years!

I sit on duty every day and make memorials every day.

If she hadn't lived a self-disciplined life, her abdominal muscles would have run away from home one by one. Liao Qian would only know which pot he would not open.

"The lord has no future killing?"

This was a bit beyond expectations. Although Liao Qian didn't know that the lord in front of him was actually just an incarnation, and he didn't know that Chen Tang's real strength level, after the past two years of contact, he knew that Chen Tang was very strong. Whether it was a martial arts competition that cheated people, or later suppressing the temptation of using force to secretly try to make mistakes, she was at ease, and never missed, let alone suffered losses.

When I asked normally, it changed the taste when I fell into Shen Tang's ears.

He kicked him in anger.

Liao Qian avoided it directly, and there was a natural look of pride between his eyebrows and eyes, as if he was saying - Hey, you can't beat him!

Chen Tang: "..."

Liao Qian looked at her barefoot and made a sincere suggestion: "I'll get a pair of wooden clogs for my lord? The ground is bumpy. Even if my lord's feet are invulnerable to swords and guns, walking barefoot will still hurt your feet."

"If you don't speak, I won't think you are a mute."

Liao Qian and Liao Jia are indeed related.

When Liao Jia didn't smile, she was also a serious young man. She became a treacherous traitor and a treacherous trafficker with just a smile. Liao Qian had no such flaw in appearance, but this mouth cooperated with his habit of doing as much as he paid for, and had a sarcastic temperament.

After getting on the carriage, Liao Qian was still absent-minded.

"The master behind the scenes, do you have a clue?"

"Whoever makes a profit is the mastermind."

"It's really hard to guess when looking at the lord's social interaction."
To be continued...