Under the dark night sky, a painted black figure stood straight, silently, as if it did not exist at all.

Listening to the frequent gunfire from the coast in the distance, the shadow was extremely depressed.

That guy Shi Tian actually sent him here, and said that this was the adult's intention, asking him to stop the reinforcements of those guys.

However, after waiting for so long, I didn't even see a bird's hair on the cloudy day.

Didn’t that guy Shi Tian know that I am the adult’s personal guard and his shadow?

You guys are having a hot fight, so let me stand here to drink the northwest wind?

He also said that there are experts here, and are you the master of your sister?

Shadow Yintian was extremely depressed. If he hadn't been able to beat Shi Tian, ​​he would have to find him to argue desperately.

Yintian, one of His Highness the King's Twelve Blades, codenamed Shadow, the most powerful assassin in the King's Hall, is known as the Dawn Assassin in the Western Dark World. Anyone who is locked by him will undoubtedly die before dawn.

Shadow Yintian's body movements are weird. He has always been wearing a black robe, just like a Western dark sorcerer. He has been hiding in the dark for many years. He is good at assassination and attacking strangely. He is a very powerful existence in the 108 God Guard List of the Western Dark World. The title of Dawn Assassin does not come out of thin air.

Shadow Yuntian was covered with black robe as dark as ink. He couldn't see his face clearly, nor could he see the expression on his face at this moment. If Shi Tian was here, he would definitely say that this guy was posing with a bitter face at this moment.

"laugh……"

Suddenly, a slight sound of wind sounded quietly, making Yingziyuntian's brows slightly frown and sniff the air hard. Yingziyuntian's face that was covered by darkness seemed to have a faint smile, and a murmur sound came from his mouth: "Come."

As the shadows fell, on the dark horizon in the distance, five black shadows appeared strangely, running towards the sea of ​​rain as fast as lightning.

In their hands were all holding ancient black bows and arrows, and the quiver was carrying them. The quiver was filled with sharp arrows stained with poison, filled with a strange and sharp aura.

They are the assassination unit directly under the command of the eldest son - the Black Front Team.

The captain of the Black Front Team is named Luo Tiangang, code-named Black Front. This team is named after his code name, which is enough to show his own strength.

As the direct assassination troops under the command of the eldest young master, they rarely dispatched. Whether in terms of combat power or combat skills, their strength is even stronger than the three teams of the Black Hawk, Black Tiger, and Hanguang team killed by Lan Feng, and their status is much higher, enough to be comparable to the Tieyu team.

The black front is like a ghost in the darkness, vague and difficult to capture.

Suddenly, the black forward who was originally moving forward suddenly stopped and made a gesture.

"Swish!"

All five members of the Black Strike team were strangely still there, without making a sound, silent.

The black front stared ahead, his brows frowned tightly. For some reason, a trace of peeping flashed in his heart, and a deep hidden crisis emerged, like the black patch in front of him, like a huge mouth that was opened, waiting for him to come forward and swallow them away.

Black front frowns tightly together, and rarely falls into silence.

After a while, the black front held a bow and arrow and took three arrows from the quiver on his back, took half of the arrow feathers at the left and right positions of the tails of two arrows, ignited the arrow, and then slammed the bow and shot the arrow.

"Swish swish swish swish..."

The moment the three arrows shot out, the two arrows suddenly changed direction and spun out, one left and one right.

The black piece in front was illuminated by three arrows and appeared in the eyes of Heifeng and others. It was extremely quiet, without a trace of abnormality.

"Swish."

Seeing this, Black Front gave a breath and made a gesture. Five black figures galloped forward again, and were careful to the extreme.

In the distance, the shadow cloudy sky looked at this scene quietly. There was no expression on his face covered by black. A murmur sound came from his mouth: "I can finally do it."

As the shadow's words fell, a sharp black scythe with chains appeared strangely in his hand, running towards the direction of the Black Strike Team, silently.

Three minutes later, Shadow Yintian's figure appeared in a pile of rocks. Looking at the cold corpse falling beside him, Shadow Yintian put the blood-stained sickle in his hand and licked it gently. A strange smile appeared on his face covered by black mist, and a murmur came from his mouth: "What an exciting food."

The next moment, the shadowy figure of Yintian merged into the darkness again and silently approached the four galloping figures in front of him.

Two minutes later, the shadow cloudy figure appeared strangely again. There was still a cold corpse lying under his feet. The owner of the corpse covered his neck with his hands and stared at the boss with his eyes open, dying with his eyes open.

The silent killing was going on quietly, this was a cruel assassination, a game that made the shadows cloudy.

Five minutes later, the black sea in the distance floated into the black front's sight, which made him feel a little relieved and finally arrived.

The black striker made a gesture to signal the people behind him to scatter.

However, there was no sound or movement behind him, which made Heifeng's face change slightly. Looking back, he found that the four team members behind him had disappeared strangely, as if they had never appeared.

This scene made Heifeng's face look extremely solemn and ugly.

"Is it because I was too hurrying and was lost when I left too fast?" Heifeng couldn't help but think.

But the next moment he denied this idea himself. He knew very well the strength of the four members of the Black Strike Team. Although there was still a certain gap compared to himself, he was not weak at all. It was impossible to lose himself, and it was even more impossible to disappear silently.

"Swish."

The next moment, Heifeng's face suddenly changed drastically, and a chill ran from head to toe. His body moved quickly to the side without hesitation. At the same time, his right hand took three sharp arrows from the quiver on his back, and shot arrows with a bow, which was completed in an instant.

Three sharp arrows headed straight to the direction he was just now.

"Swallow."

A crisp sound came, and three sharp arrows penetrated through where he was just now without any obstacle.

This scene made Heifeng frown, and he let out a light hum from his mouth, and without hesitation, he threw a flash of bullet from his pocket.

After doing all this, a trace of cold light flashed in the black front's eyes, moving like a rabbit. Without even a glance, he headed straight ahead and disappeared into the night.

After a while, the shadow-closed figure slowly emerged from the darkness. Looking at the fast-moving figure of the black front ahead, a faint smile appeared on his face covered by the black fog: "A funny guy."

"Swish swish swish swish..."

As the shadow cloudy words fell, his body turned into a thin black line and headed straight ahead, almost reaching the extreme.

He galloped all the way, and the black forward's face was extremely difficult to see. The sense of crisis in his heart has not disappeared until now. He knew that all his team had been killed by 100%, but he never expected that it would be so silent, and there was no gap between him. So far, he had not even seen the shadow of his opponent.

At this moment, Heifeng felt like he was a mouse being played with by a cat, which made Heifeng feel extremely unhappy and his face turned extremely gloomy.

The eldest young master still needs to rush there himself, but now he is actually entangled by an unknown enemy. If he rashly drives over with a small tail, he will not only not be able to help the eldest young master, but will also cause a lot of trouble for the eldest young master.

Looking at the coast in the distance, a sharp light of wisdom flashed in Black Front's eyes, his body flashed, changing direction without hesitation, and rushed towards a clearing in front of him, where was the home court of his battle.

"Swish."

The black forward's body flashed, and the powerful jumping force under his feet exploded. His body rushed up to a treetop like a sharp arrow, and quickly took down a sharp arrow and shot it back.

"Swallow."

The sharp arrow cut through the air and kept rubbing with the air. Finally, the arrow was lit strangely, illuminating the painted black night sky.

"Swish."

A black shadow flashed under the fire of the arrow.

"I finally saw you."

A different light flashed in Black Front's eyes, and he jumped down from the big tree and headed straight to the empty place ahead.

Through a series of preliminary judgments before, the Black Front has determined that the other party is an assassin who thinks that his body is extremely strange. When fighting with such an assassin, the best place to fight is in an open place, not in the woods like this.

Racing along the way, the speed continued to accelerate. The black front quickly rushed to the open space he had expected, and at the same time lit a few arrows to illuminate the open space, quietly waiting for the arrival of the assassin.

In the woods in the distance, Shadow Yintian's figure appeared strangely. Looking at the empty place ahead, holding a bow and arrow, vigilantly observing the black edges around, a cold smile flashed across Shadow Yintian's face, and a murmur sound came from his mouth: "Does this guy think I can only assassinate?"

As the shadows were cloudy, he walked slowly out of the woods with steps. The sickle he held and the shadows he wore grew under the moonlight were like the god of death walking under the dark night.

"Are you finally willing to come out?"

Looking at the shadowy figure stepping out of the woods on the cloudy day, the black striker quickly took down five different arrows with the tail feathers from the quiver on his back and shot arrows with a bow.

"Swish swish swish swish swish..."

Five arrows cut through the air, and from five different angles, they drew five different weird lines and shot towards Shadow Yintian, blocking all the retreat paths of Shadow Yintian at this moment.

Whether it is the shadow cloudy sky, forward and backward, left and right, five arrows can hit him, and the speed is extremely fast.

The trajectory and angle of these five arrows are more difficult to deal with than the five-star killings produced by the sniper rifle, although their distance and power are not as powerful as the five-star killings of the sniper rifle.

"What a good attack. I wonder what will happen to that guy shooter sees this scene?"

A light smile appeared on the face covered by black fog on a cloudy day.

At the moment when the five arrows came, Shadow Yintian swung the black Death Scythe in his hand and swung it quickly at this moment.

"Swallow."

A crisp sound kept coming out. Under the extremely cold gaze of the Black Front, the arrows he shot were constantly blocked and cut open under the Grim Reaper's sickle waving in Shadow Yintian's hand. Some arrows were directly shattered by the Grim Reaper's sickle.

From a distance, there seemed to be countless sickle shadows waving around the cloudy body.

"Damn..."

Looking at this scene, the black leader's face looked extremely ugly. He took off seven arrows with different tail feathers from his back and shot arrows with a bow.

"Seven Stars Shoot!"

A loud voice came from Heifeng's mouth.
Chapter completed!