Mythology Starts with Childish Skills

At this moment, the once humble, ordinary, and inconspicuous waiter burst out with an extremely strong edge that overshadowed everyone in the tavern, like a meteor streaking through the sky.

The fierce murderous aura condensed into a long and thin straight line of nothingness, connecting the young man and Lu Haochun.

The sharp whistle of the sword is like the sound of a death knell, bringing a strong sense of decay and death.

The strength of his sword energy and the depth of his sword intent are actually at the first-rate level among acquired swordsmen.

It was too late to tell, but it was too soon. After all, Lu Haochun was also the direct disciple of the boss of Demon Lord Hall, and his kung fu was definitely not weak.

The opponent's aura was so strong and murderous that Lu Haochun rarely saw in the Demonic Path. For some reason, the opponent was not affected by the medicine and had plenty of internal energy, which should not be underestimated.

The sandalwood fan spread out in his hand, depicting mountains and waters, was flicked by him with delicate and gentle force. It was released instantly and turned into a rotating gear, whizzing through the air and heading towards the tavern like a rainbow penetrating the sun. The boy flew away.

The extremely fast speed produced an extremely quiet effect. Each blade of the rotating sandalwood fan was clearly visible in the air, but it carried a tyrannical power that could crush gold and iron.

The moment the dagger touched the rotating sandalwood fan, the tavern boy's face became serious. He raised the sword's edge and exerted a flexible force to knock the whirling incense fan away without any resistance. In general, he continued to fly towards Lu Haochun lightly but with infinite murderous intent.

There is no doubt that this ordinary boy is actually an acquired top master. However, different people have different understandings of what a layman sees and what an expert sees.

For example, those who are less skilled in martial arts or have less experience may just think that this waiter is a very sharp and skillful swordsman with excellent swordsmanship and high internal strength. If he hadn't been living in such an unknown tavern, he might have been killed long ago. It became famous and even famous.

However, Meng Zhao who was spying in secret, Lu Haochun who faced murderous intent, the bearded man who was pressed by a machete, and the bearded man holding a machete all knew clearly that this man was not a serious warrior at all, but a An assassin who is proficient in the art of assassination, a killer.

Killing the king in hiding, blood splattering in five steps, assassin, killer, there is no need to be famous.

His swordsmanship, which in the eyes of outsiders seems to be extremely exquisite and sharp, is actually a kind of killing skill. It can be done with a sword, a knife, or even an ordinary bamboo chopstick.

Moreover, this kind of assassins and killers are by no means fake assassins or fake killers who use force to suppress people with empty names, but real people who have received rigorous training and are professionals who cannot be more professional.

Especially Meng Zhao, Yang Jiu is the boss of the assassin organization controlled by the Meng family. The temperament and aura of him are strikingly similar to the young man at the moment, and even some of the two people's methods of using power. , are also quite similar.

However, Yang Jiunai is a master of this way, and his martial arts far exceeds that of this boy, but his inner spiritual core cannot be deceived.

Meng Zhao was interested in guessing the identity of the tavern proprietress, but Lu Haochun, who faced the sword directly, did not dare to be distracted.

I saw his feet stepping continuously, and between his steps, a trigram pattern was faintly formed. He changed his shape and body, and his body movements changed. It was difficult to predict the reality and reality. When the young man came to kill with a short sword and pierced twelve phantoms one after another, he finally came. Arrive in front of Lu Haochun.

Under the impact of the sword energy, Lu Haochun narrowly clamped it with a pair of fleshy palms. On his palms, red blood was rubbed out, and a layer of bloody skin was directly scraped out.

Even though the sword body was blocked, the force of the sword flying like an electric snake has not been eliminated. The fault is that Lu Hao's pure body is as soft and elastic as catkins. He bent his originally straight body to avoid the remaining sword force. He was afraid that he would not be able to dodge it. The end of Jian Jin's brainwashing.

You must know that he narrowly escaped with his life only after he used his exquisite body skills, footwork, and layers of confusion to neutralize this person's sharp energy, murderous energy, and sword energy.

This man's assassination skills are simply incomprehensible. If he hadn't been on this deliberately guarded occasion, and if the truth hadn't been leaked beforehand, making Lu Haochun wary, it's very possible that the direct disciple of the evil demon Tao elder would have perished in this place. In an unknown tavern.

It's really thrilling.

The shock brought by this sword was far more than that. Even Meng Zhao, who was snooping in secret, could not help but be frightened by this sword. When this man exploded with all his strength, it actually posed a faint threat to him, although it was not fatal. , but there is a high possibility of injury, which is already an incredible achievement.

"What a powerful killer. The people or organizations who trained him behind the scenes must be very powerful and huge."

Why do you say that?

Because to train such a powerful killer or assassin, the energy and resources required are far beyond those of warriors of the same level. Especially killers, they must continue to kill people and hone their killing skills.

Otherwise, the progress of the killer's own strength will be greatly restricted.

Only a powerful killer organization can have a steady stream of targets for these killers and assassins to accumulate and cultivate their own murderous intent until the day they master the art of killing.

In Jizhou, there are three notorious and extremely feared killer organizations.

One is Meteor, the second is Dark Sun, and the third is Lone Wolf. They are all existences with outstanding achievements and extremely deadly crimes.

Among them, Meteor was secretly established and controlled by the Meng Family, and the current person at the helm is Yang Jiu, the fourth steward of the Meng Family.

Both Dark Sun and Lone Wolf are extremely mysterious. Meng Zhao even suspected that this person might be from one of these two organizations. Of course, he might also be from outside the state. In that case, the target would be huge. Meng Zhaoke He doesn't have the ability to see through the other person at a glance and know his identity.

Next, the performance of the tavern boy was even more eye-catching.

The power of the dagger had been exhausted and was frustrated. The murderous intention that had been condensed and accumulated was vented midway. Normally, it should be retreated immediately and the whole army should fight again. This is also consistent with the assassin's ability to escape thousands of miles away without hitting a single hit. Essence.

However, after this person's attack failed, he did the opposite.

His originally peaceful eyes suddenly burst into bright light, and an extremely fierce murderous aura surged around him.

As soon as he stepped on the foot, the muscles all over his body trembled and stretched like a python. The palm holding the dagger began to bleed out, which was obviously caused by using too much force.

He actually attacked and assassinated him again when the dagger fell into Lu Haochun's hands.

And this time, unlike the previous long period of condensing internal strength, momentum, and sword intent, it was purely supported by the courage to sacrifice one's life to kill the enemy.

There is no turning back with one sword, no regrets with one sword, burning his own life, and vowing to kill the other person.

This extremely strong spirit and thought actually prompted his own strength to rise again after reaching its peak.

The sword light surged, as if a burning fireball shattered and scattered in all directions.

Along with the sword light, there was an extremely cold and beautiful red light.

That's the color of blood.