From the stalemate in the afternoon to midnight, when the sky was dark, three attacks came without warning. One came from the water in the lake. There was no gorgeous skill light bursting out. What broke through the water was just a transparent water line as thick as a thumb.

The other two were one on the left and right, one on the left, a slender sword light that was as dark as the sky, and a thin black sword light that cut vertically on the right rear.

In just a short moment before taking action, Duan De was disturbed by three different Dao thoughts. Black vines were locked from the waist down, the surface of his legs was petrified, and a water xuan on the sole of his foot was sucked on the top of his foot.

Both eyes were blind and dark, both ears were deaf, all five senses were lost, distracting thoughts appeared in my heart, I was shocked but not panicked, and my face, which had remained dull for the whole afternoon, showed a sinister smile of relief.

The fishing rod in his hand was thrust forward, and a section on the water surface exploded. Purple fluff floated out from the fist of his left hand, and the butcher knife in his right hand cut across and brought out the same thin scarlet knife light, which happened to be the same as the vertical slash of black hair.

The awns form a cross.

Duan De reacted and was unable to move even half a minute. An iron felt was blocked in front of his chest, and was penetrated mostly by thin water lines. He hit Duan De in the chest, but even with such a huge force, he couldn't be knocked away.

The crisp sound of the bones on his feet being disconnected was combined with the crackling sound of the ribs on his chest. The dim sword light coming from the left moved backward due to the impact on Duan De's body in a ten thousandth of a second. The sword light came slightly forward from the left chest.

It broke into Duan De's chest.

Under the pressure from the front, the thin sword bent and broke out of the body from the right chest. There was a clear and crisp sound on the right, and in the sound of "click", half of the short sword lost its accuracy. It sliced ​​Duan De's waist and abdomen, and completely cut off the right buttocks and thighs.

Cut open, including the pelvic and thigh bones. The sword broke through the flesh and sank into the ground, disappearing.

The assassin in the water stopped moving as soon as Duan De stabbed him. The masked assassin in black on the left was about to make a crosscut, but his armpit and right chest had already hit Duan De's left fist, and he shot out in an instant. His thin body exploded with a bang.

Zhongfei fell dozens of feet, smashed a whole line of wood, and fell into the soil, losing his human shape.

On the right is a tall and lanky man. He also slightly changes the direction of attack while charging forward, drawing a beautiful trajectory from the back right to the right to draw the sword.

Unfortunately, even with all his strength, Duan De's tyrannical strength and high-end butcher's knife were not enough to cut him and the knife into two pieces. The first half still caused damage to Duan De along with the broken knife.

He fell headlong at Duan De's feet, and the back half crossed over the front half and hit Duan De. When he fell, he just happened to ride on his head.

The entire attack was extremely short, lasting no more than a moment, before everything settled and a strange harmony mixed with various sounds floated out.

There was the sound of the assassin's rapier in the water breaking into the iron felt, the bone cracking of the iron felt hitting Duan De's body, and the muffled sound. There was the sound of the fishing rod in Duan De's hand bursting, and the sound of broken weapons. Various sounds followed.

It ended with the sound of the scrapped iron felt falling into the water in front of Duan De, but there was no sound of weapons breaking through the air.

Mo Yingying had already stood up the moment Duan De attacked her, but she made no next move. Her eyes behind her sunglasses were firmly fixed on a tree ten feet away from her.

A figure in a black robe and mask appeared there at some unknown time, without words. Since the other party appeared, it meant that he was not fighting with Mo Yingying, but to stop her from going too far, so Mo Yingying did not move again. This person was better than her.

More than just a little bit higher, an existence above distraction!

When it was all over, Duan De's chest collapsed and a thin sword penetrated it. His left lung had passed through his heart and broken out of his right chest, which was already bent.

The right butt to thigh were divided into two pieces, but not a drop of blood fell from the middle. The horrible wound was filled with smoke and made a squeaking sound.

Duan De's face was pale, he could no longer breathe, his heart was struck by the iron felt, and a fatal wound had been opened by the thin sword. It no longer beat, and his lungs were shattered into pieces. It was strange that they could be used.

Duan De was not in a coma or dead, he smiled strangely and said: "Which way?"

As he spoke, his whole head erupted with soul-beating black light, and the terrifying soul pressure spread rapidly in an instant.

A hoarse voice sounded: "Hell Gate! Cancel the commission on you, I don't know if you can survive, the soul-calling flag, hehehe~~~"

Following a burst of harsh and weird laughter, the figure in black slowly broke into pieces. After a moment, the figure in black robe appeared a hundred miles away and looked back at where it came from.

"Hey! Fortunately, I didn't live in vain. What is this kid's background? Could it be that he is the descendant of some old monster from the Netherworld Sect?"

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The next second Mo Yingying appeared, supported Duan De and said urgently with a cry: "No, he has already left!"

She was able to shed tears last time, but this time there was only despair in her eyes. Her consciousness had already figured out Duan De's situation.

Duan De once again spat out a mouthful of dirty blood with fragments of internal organs, grinned and sneered, touching the broken chest, stretched out his hand slightly to push Mo Yingying away, grabbed the hilt of the thin sword and pulled it out, his body remained motionless, the sword was bent, and his left armpit

A three-inch bloody opening was opened.

Mo Yingying looked at Duan De in shock as he seemed to have lost all sense of pain. He had no breathing or heartbeat. He was the only one who could do such a thing. He treated his enemies arrogantly and treated himself arrogantly.

Duan De doesn't feel much now, but his soul in the sea of ​​consciousness is motionless, showing no signs of dissipating. The black light of the soul-summoning flag has been hanging down and covering his soul body, which is no different from before.

Pulling off the 'Great Wall' on his finger and throwing it behind him, Duan De turned his head and grinned at Mo Yingying, his pale and bloodless face even more hideous and terrifying.

"Just take me inside like this. Don't worry, I won't die. Hehe, last time it was even worse than this time. I almost rotted into dumpling fillings and didn't die. During my training, help me politely refuse outsiders. I'm here.

I hate assassins, even three normal Nascent Souls wouldn’t make me do this!”

Mo Yingying was dragged upright and floated three inches above the ground by Mo Yingying's magic power. At this time, the small lake roared and a big bubble appeared. A corpse with the tip of a fishing rod pierced between its eyebrows floated up. The one had no strength and turned over.

The big fish with a white belly was still pulling the body and shaking it.

Mo Yingying followed the instructions and pulled Duan, who was breathing heavily, into the last door in the belly of the aircraft, unlocked the restriction and opened the door. Inside was a blood pool that Mo Yingying was very familiar with. She also had one in the Demon Sect.

This blood pool is round in shape, and is not surrounded by metal walls, but by magic blood stone, the best material for building a blood pool. The blood pool is three feet in diameter and has a regular circle.

Duan Debao had a head left inside, and said to Mo Yingying: "This took most of my spiritual stones to create. Hehe, although the quality is not as good as the one in the magic ram, it will never let me die. I want to retreat.

Healing is left to you."

Duan De, who had been prepared in Yuan Yuancheng, how could he not prepare this thing when he knew that the road ahead was very worrying? It was a treasure trove of healing and physical training that he had been jealous of for a long time.

After he was rescued by the Demon Sect, he began to prepare to make one by himself. The materials came from the Demon Sect. Everyone knows where they came from. This pool was already built after the Great Wall was refined. There were never enough medicinal materials.

The blood essence is one of the prices Modutian paid for borrowing his soul-calling banner. It comes from the 'Black Water Black Snake'. It is obvious that its blood energy is abundant. I went to the Alchemist Association to purchase a complete set of auxiliary medicinal materials and threw them into the pool.

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What is the one in his mouth that is not as good as the magic hammer? It has already exceeded by an unknown amount, but the blood of the black snake still lacks enough precious medicine to neutralize it. It will be very painful, is it painful? Can Duan De not feel pain now? It will be painful no matter how much it hurts.
Chapter completed!