The two sides confronted each other for a moment, and the assassin suddenly shook his body and disappeared without a trace in front of Pan Long's eyes.

(How is that possible?!)

Pan Long knew that the most powerful thing about the assassin was stealthy back sting. People like him who did not wear armor would almost kill. So he was careful to be alert to the opponent's movements, staring at the opponent's body, and he didn't even dare to blink.

Who knew that the other party could launch sneaking under such circumstances!

Before he could think about it, as soon as the other party disappeared, he felt a strong sense of crisis coming again, almost exactly the same as before.

(Hell!)

The two sides were almost ten steps away, and in just a blink of an eye, how did the assassin get behind him?

Pan Long was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but unexpectedly, the light of the sword suddenly appeared between his chest and abdomen. If he hadn't instinctively leaned back and exhaled violently, his chest was sunken, and he was almost stabbed to the heart.

(Fake move!)

Pan Long did not expect that his intuition was wrong, and the rhythm of his movements suddenly deformed, revealing a flaw, and was touched by the assassin. He saw the two swords flying up and down, and the knife was not far from his vital points, and the whole person followed him in an instant, almost always pressing onto his body.

When a master fights, the winner is often only a slight mistake. The opponent can even confuse his intuition, which is really amazing. He has never encountered such an opponent, and he never even thought about this possibility. If it weren't for his basic skills, his body skills and footwork had become an instinct, and in the blink of an eye it would be very open.

Fortunately, years of hard practice finally worked. After avoiding the fatal few strokes, he was able to barely support himself by changing his body and footwork, waved his hands one after another, constantly resisting the slashes that stabbed the vitals in a slight slight way.

At this time, his weapons became an obstacle.

The attack range of weapons like long swords is roughly between half a step and one and a half steps. No matter how far or near, they have to rely on skillful changes in their steps to change their distances. If they are blocked by long weapons such as guns and spears, or are stuck with short weapons such as daggers, they will be difficult to resist.

Although the long sword also has the trick of turning the hilt of the sword as a small hammer, this skill is somewhat illegible, and Pan Long really doesn't know how to do it.

Fortunately, he is a master of boxing and kicking, and he still has a way to deal with this situation.

What's even better is that the only assassin of the Divine Cult should have not yet discovered it. Until now, he only thinks that he is a quick swordsman.

Pan Long quickly realized this and then realized that this was his chance to turn defeat into victory!

Seeing that the sword could not be used due to distance, he made a panic expression on his face, and his feet kept retreating, but gradually made room for his left hand.

Suddenly, his right hand relaxed, and the Slaughter Sword landed, attracting the assassin's attention. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, his five fingers opened like tiger claws, grabbed the assassin's right arm with force and grabbed and twisted it.

He has been practicing iron palm skills for many years, and the force in his hands is extremely fierce. He can pinch a handful of soybeans with one grab, and twist a normal sword into a twist. Not to mention that the assassin is only wearing a black robe, even with a steel arm guard, he can't stop him!

The Pan family's iron palms have been passed down for seven or eight generations and are famous. They are known as the iron shattered iron and the stones are cracked. Although Pan Long is young, his grasping power has already gained some of the essence of the Pan family's iron palms.

He grabbed the assassin's right hand. Before he could break free, he felt a sharp pain. Half of his arm had twisted into a strange angle, and his bones were broken.

Not only that, Pan Long threw the sword and his right hand also liberated. His body avoided the short knife that was wiping his left hand towards his throat while moving in a square inch. He grabbed the central palace with one palm and slapped the other person in the chest.

The sound of bone shattering sounded, the assassin let out a dull scream, blood gushing between his mouth and nose, and his whole body fell out like a bundle of straw.

Of course Pan Long would not just forget it. The injured beast is the most dangerous. Taking advantage of his illness to kill him and making sure he will no longer pose a threat to him is the top priority!

He rushed out suddenly, like a shadow, followed by the assassin who fell out tightly. The other party had just hit a tree and stopped. Before he could breathe, his hands had already slapped the other party's head.

This double wind was extremely cruel. The assassin's skull was completely deformed, and red and white were flowing out. Until now, even if a priest with high magic power took action, he could not save his life.

After killing the assassin of the only divine sect in three consecutive moves, Pan Long breathed a little relieved, and suddenly his hair stood up, as if he had been splashed with ice water in the middle of winter, so cold that even his bone marrow was about to freeze.

(And enemies!)

He suddenly realized that he was probably already hit. He bowed his body, like a big stone thrown from a catapult cart, rushed forward with a bang, and then rolled into the grass seven or eight steps ahead.

There were a lot of dead grass in the woods. He rolled in and hid his figure with these half-human-high dead grass.

It was not until this time that he felt the coldness in his back heart, as if there was a piece of ice there, and even the cold air was still spreading, spreading towards his internal organs and limbs.

He opened the character panel and saw two states: "Frozen, Poisoned".

(It turns out that he is the only magician of the divine religion!)

Pan Long immediately realized that the only ones in the world who could mix ice spells and poisons together were those who had something to do with the demon world. By borrowing the power of the demons, they transformed themselves into half-human and half-demon existences, so that they could control this kind of demonic cold poison without killing themselves.

Fortunately, I am an expert in external skills. When fighting, I am thriving in my true energy, so naturally I form a layer of protection around my body. Although this layer of protection is incomparable to the true energy protection of my father's innate masters, it also has a certain defense, blocking some of the attacks for him.

Otherwise, just the move just now, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Now, although he was injured, as the true energy flowed, the ice cold behind him was slowly weakening. I believe that it will not take long to restore his normal combat power.

As for the loss of health points... he killed twenty points of his health points in a moment. For him, who had a total health point of more than fifty points, it was barely considered a "medium break".

Pan Long hid in the grass and kept motionless, paying attention to any movements around him vigilantly, and not letting go of any clues.

After a while, he heard a sound coming from some direction.

(That's there!)

He had already completely eliminated the frozen state with his true energy, and roared angrily, like an arrow from the string rushing towards the direction of the sound.

It was an empty forest with nothing.

Seeing him rushing over, a sneer came from behind the big tree not far away, and several dark lights that could not be seen clearly in the darkness appeared in the air and shot towards the woods.

This is a trap!

But the person who set up the trap was obviously too happy. Before the few dark lights could fly halfway, Pan Long's body had already flew out of thin air and hit the canopy of a big tree.

He is not a fool, so he can't be attracted by a little bit of trouble! It would be too underestimated to think about him like this.

Pan Long used the trick, hit the tree crown, relied on the power of the branches to dissolve the impact force, his body turned over and rushed to the back of the big tree that had just sneered and emitted a dark light.

The man behind the big tree never dreamed that the relationship between the prey and the hunter would be exchanged in an instant. He was suddenly a little panicked and raised his hand to cast the spell, but there was no time.

Accompanied by the roar, Pan Long rushed to him with a strong wind, and slapped him hard on the forehead with a palm.

The thin figure wrapped in a black robe fell directly, and the fishy liquid flowed all over the ground.

In the Frys Army's military camp, a gentle and calm voice that seemed to collapse and could not make him look distorted, saying lightly: "The guy who set fire to the fire is dead."

The guard soldiers who stood at the door of the tent, who remained motionless in the face of fire and attacks trembled. There was no fear on their faces, but they were full of shame. It was probably because the punishment that might be punished by someone successfully attacked at night on duty, which made the speaker even more uncomfortable.

"Don't mind, no matter how capable that guy is, he will only hit the stone with an egg." The voice said again, "What's more, if he is really capable, why should he escape just now? Isn't it easier to rush in and kill me directly?"

"We will never let him touch a finger on the golden tent!" said the captain of the guards loudly.

"Haha, I believe in your determination. Then, let me see." The voice smiled slightly, "Those trashers have been making trouble for a long time to calm them down."

The captain of the guard immediately bowed and declared to the surroundings: "The most saint has orders, be quiet and not to make noise!"

This sentence was immediately passed down and repeated by a person. Anyone who did not reiterate because of panic and fear, the patrol guard immediately drew his sword and slashed it.

After a while, although the barracks were still blazing in the barracks, there was no panic anymore. Under the command of the guards, the Fris soldiers put out the fires in an orderly manner and threw the bodies to the side of the road.

However, the number of corpses is much more than that of being killed by Pan Long and burned by fire.

Deep in the woods, Pan Long breathed a long breath, and the true energy that was boiling due to the fierce battle completely calmed down and retracted its dantian.

The battle just now was only one or two minutes before and after, but it was the only danger he saw in his life. If he had done it again, he would not even be sure to survive.

First of all, the assassin, his stealth skills are really unpredictable, especially when he took action for the second time, his warriors made all their intuitions wrong. If it were placed in the real world, it would definitely be a superb skill, which is enough to make people scared.

Warriors in the real world pay great attention to the tempering of their own intuition and rely heavily on it in battle. If they can learn the skills of this assassin and use it suddenly in battle, even a master with two or three points higher than his martial arts will be extremely likely to be attacked by him.

When a master fights, he will almost be sentenced to death by being so sinister. He can avoid the second sword at the critical moment, but the luck is actually more than strength.

The assassin probably never thought that there was a weird profession like him in the world who wore leather armor, but his movements were more agile than the assassin, and even more powerful after throwing out weapons. I believe that until his death, he could not figure out where he came from.

(According to the professional system of this world, I should be considered a monk, right? No, I can use armor and weapons, and my weapons skills are just right, so I can't be considered a monk...)

Pan Long recalled the situation of the battle just now, and remembered the little surprise in his eyes when the assassin failed the second blow, and couldn't help but smile.

Then there was the witch. This man was cold and insidious. He was unmoved when he watched his comrades being killed. He only waited patiently for the opportunity to attack him. His sinister intentions were heartbreaking.

Unfortunately, this man's hard power is lower than that of the assassin, especially because he is smart and wants to play the fisherman's profit. Otherwise, if the two of them joined forces from the beginning, Pan Long would undoubtedly die.

"It turns out that there are many experts in this world. Just two unknown characters almost killed me." Pan Long breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly alerted in his heart, "You must be more careful in the future! The world is far away, so cherish it!"
Chapter completed!