Chapter 1046 Not an Assassin

I have encountered secret attacks by the Elf Assassination Team several times, and I already have a certain understanding of their crossbow shooting techniques and assassination martial arts. Generally speaking, the first batch of crossbow arrows fired by the Elf Assassination Team are in a surrounding posture. The purpose of existence is only to block the target's action, and the second batch of crossbow arrows are the real fatal weapons; and the three crossbow arrows just shot, whether it is angle, strength, or arrowhead The three balls of light gunpowder wrapped around me are undoubtedly seeking to completely destroy my mobility with one blow!

However, the members of the Elf Assassination Team who have already been in contact with me will definitely not make such a reckless attempt, so I can be sure that this group of people is not that group of people!

Feeling the approach of the three crossbows and judging their positions, at the same time, a thought came to my mind: Could it be that Akahavi felt that the elf assassination team was not doing well, so he changed a group of people to deal with me?

On second thought, I dismissed this possibility. If Akahavi wanted to change people to deal with me, he would only find someone more powerful than the previous guys. And the three people attacking me in front of me are very professional. He is obviously not as skilled as the members of the assassination team - especially when it comes to his killer moves in a fight.

The moment he held the sword, the voice of the Odachi sounded in his mind, but it was mostly complaints. When he unsheathed the sword and prepared to fight three crossbow arrows, the complaining words of the Odachi stopped at this moment. It turned into silence, and then into confusion: "Are you even exempt from the temptation? A killer move as soon as you take action? How confident are these three guys?"

"I'm thinking about this too," I said silently in my mind: "The performance of these three guys is not like the Assassination Team, which is from a royal academic class. Instead, they look more like graduates who studied with second-rate assassins."

"Why not say he is a third-rate assassin?" Odachi asked.

"Their ability to hide their aura is worthy of praise. At least it was not discovered by me. For this reason, I gave them a notch."

The first magical crossbow arrow came straight towards my left leg with a whistling sound. I flipped my wrist and held the Odachi blade across my leg. There was a crisp sound and a heavy impact, and the arrow shattered on the big leg. On the body of the tachi sword.

What followed was a second crossbow arrow inserted into my right leg.

Keeping an eye on the distance between the crossbow and me, I turned my body, bent my legs slightly, and let it go lightly. Then I turned my body again, behind my right arm, my left hand reached out, grabbed it out of thin air, and directly pulled the first arrow that had just arrived in front of me. Holding three crossbow arrows in his hand, he threw them towards the ground and threw them one meter away.

The moment the arrow touched the ground, two explosions sounded one after another. It seemed that they were crossbow arrows endowed with explosive magic.

Remi, who was holding her neck and being protected in my arms, used inertia to lie on my back. She held my neck hard with one hand, and clenched her other hand into a small fist and waved it constantly: "Little Yi, beat them down, beat them down!"

I reached out and patted her little fist: "Hold on tight, don't let it fall."

Remi retracted her little fist obediently, hugged my neck tightly with both hands, and kept cheering me on.

I lowered my body, opened my posture, narrowed my eyes slightly, stared at the three of them, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

The three of them looked at each other quickly with cold eyes and surprise, then moved their steps to surround me in a fan shape, holding a crossbow in one hand and a dagger in the other.

"Are you planning to surround me?" I kept my eyes wary, never leaving the three of them, and said to myself, "Are you not even giving me a chance to speak?"

What answered me was not words, but the rapid sound of strings.

Three more crossbow arrows!

This time, not only did the crossbow arrows pierce my vitals, but three people also pressed towards me from three sides.

The wind was strong and the dagger light was cold. For a moment, I felt a sense of oppression.

Thinking back to the last time he encountered this situation, it was the time when he rescued Princess Aurora and Mi Lulu.

He thought about it for a second, then turned his murderous intention, concentrated it on his whole body, activated his combat skills, looked at the right moment, and slashed horizontally with his sword.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong. Before the three of them got close, I had already cut two of them in half. The third one ran slower and saw the black energy covering the blade. It was weird and extremely sharp. In the blink of an eye, he cut two of them off. The companion was cut into four pieces, and he immediately wanted to retreat, turned around and ran away.

How can I allow him to come and leave whenever he wants?

The legs were slightly bent, full of strength, and then suddenly exploded, rising from the ground, approaching the fleeing person at an extremely fast speed.

The former felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw me approaching. He was so frightened that he trembled all over and shot back with an arrow.

This arrow was extremely fast, but had no magic bonus. I raised my left hand with disdain, with my palm facing outward, using my palm as a shield to easily deflect the crossbow arrow, and then continued to chase.

In just a few breaths, I was so close to him that I could touch him. I wanted to play with him like a cat playing with a mouse, but there were more important things at hand, so I gave up the idea and stretched out my hand to squeeze his shoulder. .

The man was grabbed by my shoulder. In panic, he turned around and pointed a dagger straight at Remy behind me.

I was startled, and subconsciously waved my arm, and the Odachi drew a circle out of thin air. The man's hand holding the dagger flew up, and landed several meters behind me.

There was a scream of fear, and the man clutched his bloody broken wrist tightly and rolled on the ground. Big drops of sweat fell down like rain, all of which were cold sweat caused by pain.

I scratched my head and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to chop off your hand. Let's do this. You come back with me and I'll find someone to heal your arm. The reward is that you cooperate with me. What am I asking? You What's the answer, how's it going?"

The man was still writhing in pain, and he didn't listen to a word I said.

So I repeated it again and picked up his severed hand.

When I approached him holding the severed hand, the man finally stopped rolling. His whole body was wet with cold sweat, and his wide-open eyes tortured by pain stared at me. He held the bleeding severed hand tightly. Wrist, gnashing teeth, saying nothing.

"How?" I raised my broken hand and said, "I have a friend. He is a very powerful priest and can regenerate his broken arm."

The man remained silent, his lips moved, his cheeks made a few soft noises, his Adam's apple moved up and down a few times, then his head tilted, and he died.

How did you die?

I looked confused.

Odachi's voice sounded in my mind: "He committed suicide by taking poison. You should have stopped him from biting his own teeth."

"Broken teeth?"

I suddenly understood his chewing and swallowing movements just now, and thought he was just swallowing saliva.

"Really, you gave up your life so easily" I muttered and threw the severed hand aside.

"No wonder the strength of these people is much worse than before," Odachi said: "They are not assassins at all."