Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

The sunlight shone obliquely on the earth, and all kinds of dust were frozen in the sunlight. The sunlight shone on the faces of Lu Jin, Lu Ci, and Tian Jinzhong, who were either surprised or angry. The birds frozen in the sky cast a shadow on the ground.

If this scene appeared in a painting, it would certainly be very beautiful, but at this moment it is hiding a terrifying murderous intent. Two killers are taking action, and except Zhang Zhiwei, no one else has reacted.

Zhang Zhiwei stared over there and he could still hear the two killers talking.

"How much bullet time is left?" one of them asked.

Another person replied: "Five seconds left. In our alchemical field, I can slow down time ten times, which means we have fifty seconds."

"That's not the case. This is only for ordinary people, or ordinary wizards and alchemists. Eastern barbarians who practice Qi like this have a much faster reaction speed than ordinary people, so we need less time."

"That's true. Those Eastern barbarians are still moving, although a little slowly. The tallest barbarian even turned his head. It seems that the bullet time has limited effect on him!"

"It's normal. This barbarian is called Tiantong Sect Leader. He once destroyed an entire fleet of Japan in the Magic City by himself. His strength is so strong that it is difficult to estimate. In fact, our alliance does not want to take action against such a guy, but who can blame the Shasun family for offering such a high price? Moreover, he has spent a lot of connections and favors, so it is not easy to refuse. Speaking of which, I am a little surprised. How can a small Shasun family know so many big shots and persuade a few old men to take this order?"

"They have been operating for many years and have acquired a huge amount of wealth. It is normal for them to have some connections. As for this Tiantong Sect Leader, although he is very powerful, our Assassin family has killed many powerful people. Brute force is nothing compared to our art of killing!"

This is a powerful assassin sect, whose sphere of influence extends from the Middle East to Europe, Africa and East Asia. They have repeatedly assassinated kings and even nobles of some countries, threatening royal nobles of various countries and making them feel terrified. In order to save their lives, they are willing to pay huge "protection fees" to the Assassins every year.

If anyone dared not to give, their king would often be beheaded. This terrifying killer organization shrouded the surrounding countries in a cloud of terror. No one dared to resist because anyone who did would die.

Not only that, this organization also dealt a heavy blow to the Catholic Church. During the Catholic Crusades, almost all of its top leaders were killed, thus hindering the Crusade.

But in the end, they fell into the hands of the Golden Family, known as the Whip of God, and disappeared from the scene.

However, how could such a powerful organization of aliens that was feared by dozens of surrounding countries be easily wiped out? It was undoubtedly normal for there to be survivors.

"I didn't expect that I would actually encounter an Assassin assassin!" Zhang Zhiwei said to himself, "From the current situation, the Assassins seem to have mastered the art of controlling time. No wonder they were able to overwhelm a lot of countries during their heyday..."

He imagined that if a large sect had disciples who all knew the Fenghou Qimen, it would indeed be a force so terrifying that it was unimaginable.

Of course, controlling time is just one of the applications of Fenghou Qimen, but it is also one of the most powerful applications.

Judging from the fact that both of these Assassins' assassins can use the ability to control time, it seems that there are many people in the Assassins who have mastered this ability.

If this is true, even if this ability is far less powerful than Feng Hou Qimen, just because it can allow many people to learn this, its value is far greater than Feng Hou Qimen.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the two approaching Assassins, and an idea flashed through his mind, which activated the strange pattern.

In an instant, he found that a square alchemical matrix had appeared around him, and the matrix was covered with various complicated runes and numbers.

This is something that is somewhat similar to the Qimen pattern. The principles may be similar, but the way they operate is completely different.

Zhang Zhiwei had never studied alchemy and did not understand the underlying logic of alchemical knowledge, so it was difficult for him to understand the reasons behind it.

However, it doesn’t really matter whether you can understand it or not.

Time is actually change, and he, in his own field, is the king of all changes. He only needs to gently turn the four plates to set the disordered changes right.

On the other side, the killer has already started his attack.

These two Assassin killers, one is good at using a knife and the other is good at using a gun, and they cooperate with each other one at a long distance and one at a close distance.

The knife-wielding assassin was dressed in black, with a mask covering the upper half of his face, leaving his chin exposed, and held two scimitars in his hands.

In this alchemical matrix that affects time, he breaks free from the shackles of time by improving his own reaction ability, achieving the powerful effect of slowing down the enemy and increasing his own speed.

This allows him to kill people in the gap of time. Maybe you just blinked your eyes, but the enemy has taken off your head before you can react.

This is the terrifying thing about the Assassins. As an assassin, they are even more terrifying than the Tang Sect. The Tang Sect is just doing business. They collect protection fees, and the recipients of the fees are countries.

"Master Tiantong?! I accept your head with pleasure. I will make a specimen of your head and place it in the Assassins' Hall of Honor!"

The assassin howled with excitement. He liked killing people, and he liked killing the strong even more.

He swung the scimitar in his hand at an alarming speed. He was confident that no opponent could see his knife. In the eyes of his opponent, his knife was just a faint flash of air.

Behind him, his companion took out two revolvers. His guns were specially designed alchemical items. They were as powerful as cannons and had six barrels. Holding the gun with both hands, he could fire twelve bullets at the same time. There was only one gunshot, but it could create twelve trajectories that could cover all space.

He also has the ability to slow down his opponents and increase his own speed, allowing him to unleash a terrifying hail of bullets in an instant.

His nickname is "Silver Wing" and his companion's nickname is "Razor". These are their code names in the Assassins. They are not well-known in the outside world because all those who know them are dead.

And in the Assassins' Hall of Assassins, there has never been a record of failure behind these two code names.

Lu Ci, Lu Jin and others were not aware of the assassination attempt on the two men, or they did not react in time.

They sensed the murderous intent but did not notice the approach of the assassin. It was not because they were not strong enough, but because their perception of time was not on the same level as the assassin's.

Zhang Zhiwei's posture remained relaxed. The murderous intent of the two assassins grew stronger, but he just watched them quietly from beginning to end.

He had already opened the Qimen. If he used the Jindan, he could instantly destroy the opponent's alchemical matrix's influence on time, but he did not do so.

He felt the impact of the change of time on his body, just like a gear that was rotating at a constant speed and suddenly got stuck. Although it did not stop completely, it felt a little obscure. However, this obscurity was harmless, and he did not lose his ability to perceive and move.

He even felt that once he started to attack, his speed might be faster than those two assassins.

This is the benefit of having a strong life, all-round strength. Even without using any magic to resist, there is enough resistance in all kinds of occasions and situations.

The piercing sound of breaking through the air was distorted and deformed in the slow changes of time, and stretched into a line, just like tinnitus.

The assassin with a scimitar came closer, the clear sound of the sword rang out. He raised the scimitar, aimed it at Zhang Zhiwei's neck, and chopped it diagonally.

When the assassin swung the knife, Lu Jin and Lu Ci passed by each other. Lu Ci and Lu Jin caught a little trace and both of them exclaimed, but the sound was very slow and could not form a complete note.

At this moment, if you use a high-speed camera to shoot and then play it in slow motion, you will find that in the moment when the assassin passed by Lu Jin and Lu Ci, the assassin seemed to have only swung the sword once, but in fact he swung it dozens or hundreds of times in an instant. His movements were extremely graceful, and the sword swung out in a flash.

But it was useless. Even if Zhang Zhiwei stood still, his attack could not cut through Zhang Zhiwei's golden light.

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"I've heard that even a hail of bullets can't break through the defenses of the Tiantong Sect Leader. I thought that a surprise attack would catch him off guard and leave him no time to use his abilities before his head and body are torn apart. I didn't expect that I still underestimated him. However... this is far from the end!"

The assassin turned around, turned into a double shadow, and continued to attack. He flashed back and forth close to Zhang Zhiwei, pouring down a rain of sword light towards Zhang Zhiwei.

The scimitar hit Zhang Zhiwei's golden light, making a sharp low sound of metal. The sounds merged into one, overlapping each other, and sounded like a raging tide reaching the sky.

Zhang Zhiwei stood where he was, not moving at all, not even turning around, as if he was fixed in place, but the golden light protecting his body was unbreakable.

"How come?"

The assassin "Razor" was shocked. In his decades of assassin career, he had never encountered such a situation. Did he maintain such a strong golden defense all the time? He could hardly imagine how much it would cost him to maintain such an effect.

The way of an assassin is to flee thousands of miles away if one strike fails.

Maintaining the alchemical matrix and the attack just now had consumed a great deal of his energy. He could no longer continue with high-intensity attacks. He planned to retreat and leave the next attack to his companions.

But at this moment, Zhang Zhiwei, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly moved and spread out his five fingers.

With a loud "bang", Zhang Zhiwei's long fingers and knotted muscles smashed "Razor's" head into the ground.

He looked down from above and pressed the "Razor" firmly to the ground.

"I don't despise assassins who walk in the dark and launch surprise attacks. I just despise useless people who don't use the opportunities I give you!"

Zhang Zhiwei lifted him up by his head, held him high, and smiled faintly.

"Razor" was not killed by the slap, but blood came out of all his orifices. There was a salty and bitter taste in his eyes and mouth.

But his heart was filled with shock, and he didn't even have time to care about the pain in his body. He felt an extremely suffocating feeling. Right in front of him, a majestic and terrifying aura permeated between heaven and earth, oppressing him to the point that he could hardly breathe.

As an experienced killer, he had faced many powerful enemies, but had never felt such a level of pressure.

"Time can't affect him. The target of assassination this time is not just one person."

This was his subconscious reaction. Even though the hand only grabbed his head and lifted him up without any other restrictions on him, he did not dare to move at all.

Because he could feel that Zhang Zhiwei's majesty was pointing at his brow like a sharp sword. As long as he moved, or even if any bad thoughts popped up in his mind, his head might be crushed and explode like a burst watermelon.

“Fight back!”

At this moment, the killer "Silver Paper" in the distance roared, he raised his hands, and two specially made alchemical revolvers burst out with huge flames in an instant, as if they were not pistols, but two Gatling machine guns.

The bullets in his pistol are specially made alchemical bullets. Even if they are loaded into an ordinary revolver, they are powerful enough to blow the head off an elephant.

When loaded into the Alchemical Revolver, its power is multiplied. Most people cannot control these two weapons at all. The recoil of the shooting alone is enough to shatter both arms, but "Silver Wing" emptied the magazine in an instant.

The bullets formed a barrage, avoiding the "razor" while shooting towards Zhang Zhiwei from all directions.

But it was still useless. Zhang Zhiwei's body was covered with a layer of golden light as thin as a cicada's wing. The bullets from the alchemical revolver hit the golden light. The bullets emitted bright white light visibly to the naked eye and rotated at high speed on the golden light, but could not penetrate even one centimeter.

They spun and shattered at the same time. The layer of golden light that looked very thin and fragile was actually harder than the alchemical bullets that could easily shatter steel.

This was a terrifying scene, but "Silver Wing" had no time to be frightened. He gave up on his teammates and ran away at the fastest speed in his life. He only hoped that his teammate, who was being held in the hand, could buy him a moment.

Looking at the assassin who was fleeing for his life, Zhang Zhiwei did not chase him, but a huge strange pattern unfolded with his heart as the center, and quickly caught up with the fleeing "Silver Wing".

At the same time as the strange pattern unfolded, the alchemical matrix covering the surroundings that affected time suddenly collapsed, and Lu Ci, Lu Jin and Tian Jinzhong, who had been affected, instantly returned to normal.