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Chapter 135 High-quality group fight

The wooden sword wrapped in green light and the mercury-like blade separated at the first touch. There was no sound of metal clashing, but only a momentary collision, which made both sides realize the lethality of the other's blade.

The mysterious man wrapped in a windbreaker quickly changed his tactics. He pushed the handle of the knife diagonally with his left hand, and the blade suddenly turned in an unnatural arc and went straight to Feng Xue's ribs.

"The steps are Qingyun ancient martial arts, but the sword method is Hongying's..." Feng Xue, who mastered a full range of master-level assassination techniques, saw through this man's routine at a glance. He pushed with his toes and stepped back half a step to avoid the attack. He hit the spine of the wooden sword with the handle of the wooden sword in his hand to interrupt the combo, and then kicked him up and gave him a "pelvic-breaking kick".

But the kick was not carried out, because beside him, a grayish-white color carrying a strong sense of death had already arrived.

He changed his kick into a step, and the sideways movement without forward sway of the assassination step allowed him to avoid the gray-haired man's sneak attack, but the weapon in the opponent's hand, which was a combination of a dagger, a Haladi and an Emei thorn, made him frown.

"'Tist Dagger'? The Silize people? Wasn't that place destroyed by Shinra two hundred years ago?"

Feng Xue is now very suspicious whether there is something wrong with the background attached to the killer skills that Golden Finger instilled in him. Why is it that the weapon style of a small country that should have been wiped out by Shinra for more than 200 years is still passed down?

However, at this critical moment of life and death, he did not have enough time to think about the issues that only historians should consider. As soon as he thought about it, the blood-stained pencil fell into his hand. There was a flash of green light, and then there was a "duang" sound!
"You actually blocked it?!"

With just this one strike, Feng Xue realized the value of this assassin. However, when facing the attack of two people, Feng Xue did not care about the short white hair in the distance at all, because...

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous gunshots rang in his ears, but did not cause any ripples. Gray Hair, whose right hand was already numb from being hit by Feng Xue's pencil, cursed out in anger on the spot -

"You [西里泽废语] bitch! You can't even hit me from such a close distance? Are you really having an affair with this guy?"

"You fucking leg! I wanted to hit it, but why don't you try it yourself? I can't even aim!"

The short white-haired man also cursed angrily, and the unpretentious swear words immediately made Feng Xue smile knowingly.

Yes, although the mercenary with short white hair is also a master, it can be known from the equipment that Feng Xue got from her before that she is a mercenary specializing in hot weapons, and at most she has some infiltration skills. In front of Feng Xue who has the A Shuang doll, the more she wants to aim, the more she can't aim accurately.

As for the bomb?

Sorry, with the paper man here, indirect damage is exempted, so the indirect damage such as fragment splash, shock wave and even high temperature burning of explosion is invalid, unless you can accurately throw the grenade to his face, otherwise it will be useless! It will even confirm the suspicion of assisting Feng Xue.

But if you want to be precise, you have to pass the level of A Shuang puppet!

"The Source of Fear is a good trap, but the effect is really good!" He sighed secretly in his heart, ignoring the short white hair that posed no threat, and focused on dealing with the two melee fighters in front of him.

Although there was no attack speed bonus, Feng Xue did not feel too much pressure when facing "just" two killers. It was not because they were not strong enough. On the contrary, it was because they were strong enough that Feng Xue included their techniques in his grandmaster-level assassination technique!
For Feng Xue, just a tiny movement was enough for him to guess the opponent's attack method, and he could even force them to use the tactics he wanted through some inducement.

At this time, Feng Xue had to thank Mr. Wolf for his fighting training. If it weren't for Illusion's training over the years, even if Feng Xue knew the opponent's moves clearly, he would not be able to suppress two enemies at the same time like he did now.

Feng Xue swept the wooden sword across, using brute force to force back the weaker gray-haired man, and focused his attention on the mysterious man.

Compared to the "Tist Dagger" which is a weapon more suitable for assassination and raid, this guy holding a long knife is the most difficult to deal with.

"The configuration of warrior + assassin + firepower man is a good plan, but it's a pity that the firepower man was useless from the beginning..."

Feng Xue let out a slightly sharp whistle, and the green light of the wooden sword in his hand became brighter. Buzz!
Another collision that was just a touch away. The man who hid his face in his windbreaker pulled back and looked at the barely detectable gap on the blade. A hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

"In a place where G·I particles are so sparse, it can give the wooden sword such strength. It is worthy of being called Qingyun Baihong."

Feng Xue used his knife to slash away the gray-haired creature's stabs, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste your words?"

"It's just a pity that I can't fight with you in your prime." The mysterious man laughed a little sharply, and the long sword returned to the scabbard inch by inch. The gray-haired man who was wandering around Feng Xue and constantly stabbing her uttered waves of incomprehensible Xilize slang, but judging from her expression, she was obviously cursing.

That's true. It was clearly a battle between three people, but now only one person is losing. Anyone would be scolded.

However, the mysterious man seemed unmoved. A faint blood-colored air flow appeared on his body, an aura that was completely different from the common enhanced light effects of Qingyun and Hongying.

"This is really troublesome!"

Feeling the mysterious man's rising momentum, Feng Xue knew that he had to interrupt his opponent's accumulation of power. However, the harassment from the gray-haired man beside him was very annoying. He frowned, but an idea flashed through his mind -

"Hey you, give me a bottle of Chiron 13, help me kill this white-haired Silize!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the gray-haired man's face suddenly changed and he immediately flew back, while Feng Xue rushed towards the mysterious man.

He didn't need the short white-haired man to really turn against him. As long as the gray-haired man hesitated, he would succeed.

Seeing Feng Xue out of control, the mysterious man couldn't help but curse in his heart. It was very exhausting to use the structure technique in such an area with sparse G·I particles. An attack that normally could be completed in three breaths, now he had only charged half of it.

But he did not regret taking action in this area. With Feng Xue's current combat effectiveness, he could exert such power in such an area with sparse G·I particles. If he were to fight in a downtown area, he doubted that he would not even be able to last one round!
"If G.I particles are not enough, then use faith to make up for it!"

The eyes of the mysterious man under his hood flashed red. The experience accumulated from years of hard training, the record of killing countless strong men, and the belief that he could kill anything flowed in his mind, and finally turned into a ray of light, attached to the blade of his sword.

He took a step forward, exerted force with his wrist, and every inch of the blade that was unsheathed brought out a brighter and brighter light.

"Boom!"

A loud thunderclap exploded in the sky, and a sudden rainstorm enveloped the surroundings. The melody of the charge that was engraved in Feng Xue's DNA emerged in his mind, and the wooden sword in his hand was completely stained with sky blue.

"Shh!"

The gray-haired man had no dueling spirit. Seeing such a great opportunity, he immediately poured all his strength into throwing the short blade in his hand towards Feng Xue's back. He didn't expect to succeed with just one strike, but as long as he could distract some attention, it would be considered a success.

However, she was disappointed because her extremely confident knife went astray for unknown reasons!
At this moment, she finally realized that the short white-haired man might not have lied and she really couldn't aim accurately. But the next moment, as the mysterious man's body split into two, a bullet accurately entered her forehead.

The gradually dimming eyes reflected the playful smile of Short White Hair. In the already shattered brain of Gray White Hair, there was only one last thought left -

"You can't shoot accurately, right?"

(End of this chapter)