fallen devil

Chapter 185 Act 183 Liquidation I
"Ah."

Senior spit out a word, and the tyrannical power swam around his body.

The professional held the blade cautiously to suppress his actions. Their eyes were blurred, and the flying sword knocked the blade away in an instant, and scattered sparks burst out.

On the body of the flashing sword, there are inscriptions in Westmarch language.

Exhausted jade.

For Senior, it is a sword of extraordinary significance, carrying the honor of his mentor and his way of balance.

The mountains will no longer exist, but the jade will never cease to be exhausted.

There are so many stories hidden inside.

His fingertips trembled, his speed increased sharply, a sharp ray of light came out from his eyes, and fell on the tip of the sword like a feather, and the light wind was filled with life, surrounding him without stopping.

Flying, he took three steps in a row, scattered and simple several slashes were like magic, weaving them into a net, pulling all the cold beams to one side, like a rock wall that bound a wave.

Mastering dozens of skills with one-to-many skills is also one of the necessary skills for master assassins, Senior said silently in his heart.

"Damn it!" "How is it possible?!"

The weapons were thrown out of their hands, and the surprise on the faces of the professionals quickly turned into anger. They stared at the group of selected weapons suspended in mid-air, and retreated cautiously.

Incredible, unprecedented fighting skills?
The professionals in the Rogue camp pursued the simplest and most efficient combat techniques, but the skills displayed by Senior in front of them were dazzling.

For the first time, they felt that they needed to pay attention to the professionals from Westmarch. Although it was like a greenhouse compared to Rogue Camp, it could also breed strong people.

"speed."

Senior noticed that the footsteps of the opponents moved back slightly, their eyes narrowed slightly, and they whispered.

The group of weapons in mid-air flew out, arranged in a circle, spread out like a scroll, and shot at the front row professionals whose expressions changed drastically.

The sharp blade pierced through the skin, splashing blood, several barbarians retreated screaming, and suffered serious injuries immediately.

The wound was filled with the smell of corruption, it can be seen that those sharp blades were previously attached to the curse power of the necromancer - the professionals of the Luosuo Church knew that Senior was an assassin, so they did not take the obvious method of poisoning, it can be seen that they His intentions are sinister.

There was a large space around Senior, and it was obvious that these professionals were intimidated by his weird moves.

But some people don't.

"Rush forward with a shield, don't pay attention to his tricks!"

A certain paladin pushed away his frightened companions and sprinted towards Senior, like a wild bull, while shouting angrily, waking up a lot of professionals.

"Fancy moves have no power." "Ridiculous acrobatics."

Two other figures came from behind Senior. These three were holding huge shields, their eyes were red, and they tried to knock him to the ground.

Lv13, Lv9, Lv15.
Quickly judging the levels of the three, Senior tightened his sword tightly.

Boom!dong dong!

The dull crashing sound dissipated with the turbulent wind, and the Lv9 paladin stepped back several steps, looking forward with shocked eyes.

The giant shield in his hand has a clear depression, and a long black stick appeared in Senior's other hand, where the huge force just now came from.

The faces of the Lv13 and Lv15 barbarians flushed, their shoulders rattled, but they couldn't move the long sticks.

"It's not acrobatics."

Senior said in a deep voice, "It's called the Way of Balance."

The sticks and shadows staggered, the heads of the two were hit hard, and their vision blurred instantly. They had no choice but to let go and retreat, shaking their heads and staring at Senior.

Why does this guy have so many tricks?
The professionals looked at each other, and no one dared to move easily, including the mouse-faced paladin who was the loudest before. He stayed in the middle of the crowd, his palms tightly gripping the hilt of his sword were slightly sweating, his expression was very gloomy, and his eyes kept flickering.

For a while, he still couldn't take down the Westmarch assassin in front of him.

"kill him."

His face became ferocious, and the voice of the confided words shocked the surrounding professionals.

Phew, a sharp edge pierced the air, pierced directly into the head of the paladin, spurting a smear of bright red blood, splashing the dull-faced professionals around him.

This change was too sudden.

Crash, the chain wrapped around his neck was taken back by Senior in the blink of an eye, the red and white sharp blade was held in the palm of his hand, the blood-stained corpse under his feet dragged a large section of blood on the ground, his face was cold and hard , "Professionals in Rogge camp don't kill you, you really have plans."

"I've seen too many idiots."

The chains swayed, and the heads of several nearby professionals were cut off. The trembling headless bodies flew out spraying blood, staining the gray stone brick floor red.

"Kill him!" "Kill him!" "The bastard of Westmarch!"

The professionals were frightened and angry, fearful and frantically launched an offensive. At the same time, a blurry black shadow fell from the sky and hit Senior, splashing a small pool of blood onto his long sword.

Everyone was startled. In the extremely solemn atmosphere, including Senior, they lowered their heads and found that it was a head.

The heads of the super professionals, the pupils of several paladins shrunk into needles, and they took a breath of cold air.

"This is... this is..."

They are somewhat incoherent.

boom!The swift figure fell down, carrying a dazzling cold light, intertwined with Senior in an instant, the stone brick floor under his feet suddenly cracked, and countless fragments burst out.

The strong aura makes these professionals below Lv18 unable to approach at all.

The figures falling from the sky became clear. Among the chaotic rocks, the surprised professionals saw Senior's dignified face and Leslie's extremely indifferent expression.

"Exit the street on the left."

Leslie's tone was unquestionable. These words were addressed to the professionals of the Luosuo Church next to him. He calmly stared at Senior in front of him, and Senior also stared at him.

The professionals gritted their teeth and left, the footsteps were chaotic and gradually disappeared.

Soon there was only Senior and Leslie confronting each other, as well as blood and broken heads all over the floor.

"You're with them too, Leslie?"

Senior frowned. Although he didn't come to the Rogue camp not long ago, he knew a lot about what happened in the camp. "Who released you, and what's the situation now?"

"I thought you didn't talk much."

A look of surprise flashed across Leslie's face, "Or do you want to join us?"

As he spoke, he turned the dagger in his hand, and the aura of a super professional slowly dissipated, with an extremely strong sense of oppression.

"···"

After thinking about it for a while, Senior's frown suddenly relaxed, "Leslie, I don't understand your approach. As a super professional, isn't fighting the devil the first priority? Why do you want to hang out with these people? , or you..."

"A lot of people were on our side from the beginning, but it was too early for anyone to notice."

Leslie added a few skills to himself, his eyes burst into light, "You are right, fighting against demons is indeed the top priority, but before that, there must be a right person to guide the Rogue camp, that one One cannot be a cunning Westmarch, nor a pedantic nun."

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"Sorry, I don't understand."

Senior showed confusion, "Conceptual problems can be solved through communication, why are you so extreme..."

The sound of breaking through the air came, and this time, Leslie answered Senior's question with a blade.
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