Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

Facing Wanyan Lingxu, who easily revealed the mystery of his previous defense methods, Wen Ling's expression at this moment also had a rare slight change.

Wen Ling is an assassin.

He is also the deputy leader of the [Death Battalion]. Even the deceased who knew him best could not see the mystery of his move.

From this point of view, the woman in front of him is indeed consistent with what the leader said.

Wen Ling thought in his heart, and he also had a little more real respect for the person in front of him
He stretched out his right hand again, and now his left hand was quietly placed on his waist, as if he was ready to go all out.

Wanyan Lingxu glanced at Zhu Gongqi, who was half kneeling beside him, from the corner of his eye, and said——

"You go to help the envoys and protect the letters of Master, this person"

As Wanyan Lingxu spoke, his eyes gradually focused on Wen Ling, "Leave it to me."

Zhu Gongqi looked at Wanyan Lingxu with some doubts
Of course, he would not doubt Wanyan Lingxu's combat strength. I am afraid that in the entire Yaoxian sect, even if Master Xie Fuyi is counted, Wanyan Lingxu's strength can still be ranked in the top three, right?

just
Zhu Gongqi was a little surprised that Xie Fuyi's letter was the most important item for the envoy this time. She didn't even carry it with her body?
Some doubts.

But under the signal of Wanyan Lingxu's eyes, Zhu Gongqi didn't have time to think too much. After all, most of the assassins are still fighting with the Yaoxianzong monks in the envoy team.

they are at a disadvantage
We must ensure the absolute safety of Master's letters as soon as possible!

Thinking about it, Zhu Gongqi forced himself to stand up, took out a small bottle of healing elixir that he had refined from his bosom, and took out one of them and fed it into his mouth.
"Senior Sister Wanyan, be careful with the opponent's weapons, their blades are highly poisonous, and their strikes are extremely ruthless.
"

Zhu Gongqi whispered a reminder beside Wanyan Lingxu, and at the same time secretly handed the bottle of elixir to Wanyan Lingxu, "...guess that they should be assassins from the notorious [Death Camp], don't be careless. "

Wanyan Lingxu raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't expect Zhu Gongqi to say words that cared about his own safety.

Zhu Gongqi said no more, turned around and went straight to the pavilion where the envoys kept their valuable gifts.
Wen Ling, who hadn't moved before, saw that Zhu Gongqi wanted to leave, so he immediately stepped on the stone bricks of the courtyard with his feet.

The stone bricks shattered instantly.

Among the layers of flying gravel, Wen Ling chased and killed Zhu Gongqi with a machete in a ghostly manner.

Wen Ling is confident that no enemy can escape in front of him.

Besides, he used this method to successfully bypass Wanyan Lingxu before and directly attacked Zhu Gongqi!
It's just that the pursuit scene that Wenling expected didn't happen as expected.
"bump!"

With the sound of metal blades hitting, Wen Ling was stopped.

Wen Ling struggled to use the scimitar to resist the sharp knife from the woman in front of him, and the opponent's skill in using the scimitar was far superior to his own.

Even the strength of the opponent is far from being able to match.

Sweat dripped from Wen Ling's forehead
The staggered scimitars trembled because of the opponent's constant pressure.For the deputy leader of [Death Battalion], this is an extremely shameful thing!
Wen Ling had no choice but to immediately change his gestures and hold the knife in both hands, trying to suppress the trembling, but with little effect.

His eyes gradually moved up, and it was at this moment that he realized that Wanyan Lingxu only used one hand.

"Is the footwork practiced by you deceased also so special?"

Wanyan Lingxu's narrow and beautiful right eye carefully looked at Wen Ling, who was struggling to resist, "...it should be regarded as a low-level dark footwork. I'm a little curious, how do you, as a human race, practice this kind of footwork?" Footwork?"

Many dark skills actually come from demons
They are not suitable for human cultivation.

And obviously, every assassin in the attack team who called themselves "the dead" had practiced this kind of footwork, this kind of weird asynchrony that allowed them to hide in the dark and move quickly.

Wen Ling knew that the other party was asking out of curiosity about martial arts.
But Wen Ling is not a person who is willing to answer all other people's questions.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent had no intention of pursuing, Wen Ling retreated decisively, and at this time Zhu Gongqi had already disappeared, presumably to protect the letter and support other battlefields.

Wenling didn't say much
He really underestimated the opponent. He thought he could fight two with one, but now it seems that he can't even beat the woman in front of him.

But he still wanted to give it a try, driven by his innate desire to fight against the strong.

almost invisible movement
Wen Ling pulled out the hook lock weapon from his waist with lightning speed, like a magic snake with wisdom, the hook lock rolled in his hand.

Wen Ling was about to throw it with one blow.
But all of a sudden, he could only smell a strong and gentle fragrance of golden plum, mixed with the fragrance of strong wine, sweeping in front of him.

When he looked again, Wanyan Lingxu, the God of War in Northern Xinjiang, who was dressed in animal fur armor, had already stabbed the ring in the iron chain with the tip of the blade in his hand, and stopped straight at his throat. Down.

The distance between her and her was so close that Wen Ling could even smell the special fragrance she hid under the leather armor. That kind of faint fragrance unique to northern Xinjiang.

Wen Ling swallowed slightly, he thought his speed was fast enough, but unexpectedly, the other party was even faster than him.

In that instant, if the other party didn't intend to keep his hand, he would have died.
What's more, the opponent only used one hand from the beginning to the end.

The method that I used to increase the difficulty of the competition in the past has now become a way for the other party to humiliate me.
"It seems that your strength is nothing more than a seventh-rank warrior. You practice Taoism, but you major in martial arts."

Wanyan Lingxu revealed his true cultivation strength in one word.

That's true, but in the past, relying on the magic weapon that the leader gave him to shield the detection system, as well as the high-level dark system skills and footwork he practiced, he was always able to confuse the enemy greatly. .

This once made him all the better.

"That's the end of the competition."

As if sensing that there were no other Yaoxian sect monks around, Wanyan Lingxu also let go of the threat to Wen Ling, and retracted the scimitar in his hand into the ring.

"Wen Mingting, you were sent here?"