Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 107

"Huh? I remember that there seemed to be someone standing there just now, why is it gone now?" A third-rank monk opposite asked suspiciously.

The man's companion sneered: "Who is there? You must have seen a ghost, right?"

"Should... no?" He clearly remembered that the man was still the leader just now, and even the fourth-rank monk had to stand behind him.

He scratched his head, it's better not to think about things that he can't understand, lest he be hacked to death if he gets distracted.

But sometimes, you don't want others, and they come to you, for example, at this time...

The third-tier cultivator suddenly felt a chill down his back, and a gust of cold wind hit him. The fighting instinct he had developed over the years made him subconsciously bend down, and a lazy donkey rolled over to hide.

"what?!"

After evading, he touched the back of his head, and a large piece of hair on the back of his head was cut off neatly, as if he had been directly wiped off by a sharp tool that sharpened iron like mud.

He looked around, but there was no one in front of him, and the third-rank monk shuddered suddenly.

"Could it be true that I have hit a ghost today?" He thought so.

The shaved hair reminded him all the time that what happened just now was not an illusion. If he had been at night for even half a second, the mysterious thing would not have shaved off his hair, but his head.

"Who's here?! Come forward if you can!" he asked loudly, looking around.

After all, he was a mid-level third-level monk, and he was not too frightened to be able to live until now. In his perception, that thing just now might be a hidden weapon.

It is said that weapons made of some materials can form an invisible effect, which makes people hard to guard against. He probably encountered such a situation just now.

There were less than a hundred people in the Zhanlong Pavilion, and the number of coalition troops brought by the White Shark Gang this time was more than five times that of theirs, and the number of third-tier monks was about twenty more than them.

Therefore, their attacking pace is not fast, and there are still many people left to clean up other personnel in Zhanlong Pavilion, this third-level monk and his companions are two of them.

The companion of the unlucky monk frowned and said, "What the hell are you doing? Come and help!"

His opponent was Zhanlong Pavilion's One Eye, who was wearing a blindfold and two golden hooks on his hands, with a tinge of purple on them, obviously poisonous.

One inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. The two golden hooks have played well in the hands of the one-eyed man, forcing the opponent into danger many times.

Just now this person was still in the mood to joke with his companion, but now with the speeding up of the one-eyed attack, he had no choice but to ask his companion for help.

It is not embarrassing to ask your companions for help. It is much better for two people to deal with One-Eyed together than to fight alone. In front of life, everything is a cloud.

However, the imaginary rescue did not come. The man who was fighting with One Eye glanced at his companion from the corner of his eye, and was startled.

The cultivator in the middle stage of the third rank really seemed to have bumped into a ghost, his body was half kneeling on the ground, and the knife in his hand was raised above his head, as if he was desperately resisting something.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and the knife in the middle-stage monk's hand burst open a gap.

Immediately afterwards, the spreading cracks spread quickly like a curse, and in less than three seconds, the blade was covered with dense cracks.

"Help, help—"

"There's a ghost—"

What he was suffering at this time could no longer be viewed with the eyes of a normal monk. He could be sure that what was attacking him now was definitely not a hidden weapon, but an invisible enemy.

MMP, he doesn't even know what his opponent looks like, or even if he is human, so how can he fight?
An indescribable force pressed on him along the blade, and now he seriously doubts whether the enemy is human. After all, how can a normal monk have such a weird ability?
At this time, he was already in a state of stimulating his life potential, but he still didn't take advantage of this person, so he could barely support it.

After the golden light flashed, the mid-third-tier cultivator found that something strange had happened to the thing in contact with the knife in his hand.

Then, with a "click", his knife actually started to crack! !

"no no--"

In the end, he could not escape the fate of death. A monk in the middle of the third rank fell, and Fu Jiu only made two swords from the beginning to the end.

"What the hell?!"

The monk who was fighting with One-Eyed saw that his companion was on the road without knowing why, and his mind was in chaos.

Did you agree to be each other's angels?Why did you leave before me?
One-eyed seized the opportunity of this man's stupefaction, one golden hook blocked the weapon in front of him, and the other golden hook slammed into this man's body.

A deep wound appeared like this. It would be okay if it was the only wound, but the terrible thing was that the old cunt with one eye was poisoned on it.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect. After the monk reacted, he always felt that the wound that was torn open was numb, as if he had been given anesthesia, and his reaction speed was unconsciously slowed down by half a beat. It didn't take long before Cyclops seized the opportunity to solve it completely.

On the other side, Fu Jiu has already started hunting the No.4 third-tier prey. The invisibility ability of the Caesar monitor lizard is not very powerful in this kind of melee.

The two parties were fighting fiercely. He sneaked nearby and stabbed them accurately.

As long as he was careful, the monks at the early stage of the third level would not even notice his approach, and the monks at the middle stage of the third level could barely avoid one sword, but only one sword.

Fu Jiu had previously learned a unique skill called Yan Fan in a kendo martial arts school, which focused on the second-stage attack. The first attack was just a false move, and the second-stage attack was the real purpose.

The only flaw of this trick is that it is easy to be seized by people with quick reactions to counterattack. Fu Jiu kept it in his memory because he disliked it.

Now with stealth skills, this problem has been completely solved.

When ordinary monks use tricks such as swallowing back or returning to the carbine, experienced opponents can judge the trick based on the enemy's weapon-holding posture and attack trajectory, so as to seize the gap and counterattack.

Fu Jiu doesn't have to worry about this at all, let alone those people can see his moves clearly, they can't even see them anywhere.

The buff of the River God is also quite powerful. At this time, the golden halo attached to the Qingming Sword represents sharpness, which can increase the cutting ability of the Qingming Sword in his hand by a large amount in a short period of time. His weapon will be shattered a few times when it hits the hanging Qingming sword.

These are the reasons why Fu Jiu was able to hunt and kill four third-tier monks in a short period of time. He even summed up a formula for this——

Stealth ability + swallow return + river god buff = little expert sneak attack
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