“Cry—”

It was the sound of the wind whistling.

In front of the square, the murderer named Seven Nights is like performing a stunt, a swing, facing the direction of the square, releasing the same strong upper stage kick as a shooting star.

That kick is too fast to be done.

In such a case, the body of Fangli's violent retreat is as if it has been firmly captured, and it cannot be avoided at all.

“Hush—”

A heavy cry of pain came to an end.

Fang Li was directly hit by the swift and windy kick, as if the football being kicked, rubbing the air and flying out.

Feeling the sharp pain in front of himself, the head of the square appeared for a moment of blank.

The blankness of this moment made the field of vision blurred for a second.

When the field of vision is restored as before, and when the head is restarted, the scene that appears in front of him is a sharp shrinkage of his pupil.

Only to see that the seven night of the attack that had also carried out a powerful attack the seven night of Zhigui, as if nothing had been done, with a smile, appeared in front of the square.

That smile was very pleasant.

“—”

The inside of the square was trembling, and he raised his dagger in his hand without thinking, and stood in front of himself.

However, this defensive position is meaningless.

“Slashes – eight o’clock...”

As high as the storm, the number of beheadings was liberated at the hands of the seven night.

“Oh, hey—”

Under the ultimate sound of the broken wind, the knife in the hand of the seven nights suddenly turned into a knife light, from all sides to cut, shrouded in the direction of the square.

This one of the moments, the view of the square was completely occupied by the sharp wind and rain.

Every knife light easily pierced the air.

Every knife and light carries an unbreathable killing.

Such a violent beheading is waving out of the hands of the seven night, and the whole body of the living side is swallowed up.

“The clamor—”

As if thrown into the meat-chamber, the whole body of the square was cut by a knife and light, and the skin was easily cut open, bringing up a piece of blood.

How many blows did the party bear in this moment?

Fang did not know.

All he knew was that his whole body had become broken and fleshy, and it was terrible.

The pain struck the head of the square.

At this moment, there is only one idea in the square.

“Strongly...”

This is the Seven Nights.

This is the killer who inherited the full version of the Seven Nights of Assassination.

Under that exquisite assassination technique, Fang could not even resist and was directly submerged in a sea of blood.

This is a little more expensive than the seven-night ambition.

On the control of the seven-night assassination technique, the basics of the distant wild man can never be better than the seven-night assassination of the complete version of the seven-night assassination technique.

“If you use a dead eye...”

If you use the eyes of the dead devil, you can see through the seven-night ambition and the same as the nine-width of the prefecture, with the capture of the dead line, you can see through the seven night of the noble blow.

But the party cannot do this.

Because it is not enough to capture the dead line.

Fang Li did not fight with him to win the Seven Nights, but to learn the fighting skills of the seven-night assassination.

Therefore, Fang Li can not only see the dead line, must see the seven night of the noble strike trajectory.

“The fight!”

At present, Fang Li's dead bit of his teeth, carrying the moon blade, protecting his head and chest, while bearing the seven-night ambition of the extremely fast cut, while opening his eyes, staring at the light of the road, trying to see through its trajectory.

You know, Fang Li still suffered the kick of the seven night, is flying backward.

In this state, the seven-night geese's body is like a stud, flying, tightly nailed in front of the square, with an abusive smile, constantly swinging high-speed blow.

“The clamor—”

* The sound of being torn is constantly ringing.

The skin of the whole body of the square was cut open by a bruise, so that the blood could not be sputtered and opened, stained with red alleys on the ground.

It was a scene that was actually bathed in a sea of blood.

However, Fang Li can only choose to bear, a pair of eyes only staring at the blow of the road.

Finally, the seven-night strike stopped.

“The opportunity!”

There was a light in Fang's eyes, and the moon blade in his hand suddenly drew out, like a flash of light, and cut in the direction of seven nights.

However, just when the moon blade in the square was about to hit the seven night Zhigui, the seven night Zhigui suddenly disappeared.

No, not disappeared, but a flash of body, to the bottom of the square.

“Shut up – a deer...”

Maintained a low-altitude suspension state, seven nights of Zhigui's body steeply strange a front punch, against the lower plate in the square, a fierce front kick.

“Hush—”

In the suffocation, Fang Li was directly swept away by the seven-night ambition to give a foot, and his body completely lost his balance and fell to the ground.

And suspended in mid-air, fell to the ground in the square clearly saw.

In front of himself, seven nights is a squat, like a beast, lifting the knife in his hand.

“Shen Sheath – Seven Nights...”

The next second, accompanied by a blow to the extreme, a cold knife light shuttled through the space, like an aurora, swept to the neck in the square.

“Hunt—”

The weapon runs through the fragile skin and cuts the flesh and blood.

The neck of the square was cut directly, as was the former beheading of the distant wild, the neck spewed a lot of blood, fell on the ground.

...

The surrounding image once again blurred, allowing the sealed space to come back.

Fang Li still stood in the center of the training ground, but his face was full of cold sweat.

Not only the face, but the whole body was covered with cold sweat.

That is also a matter of course.

Although it is only a simulated battle, but Fang Li has just been skinned and fleshed all over, even the neck has been cut off, the pain is still in the memory, how can not sweat?

Then he laughed.

"If the first time I fought with Zhigui in the distant field, if I was killed by seconds for the first time, then the first time I fought with the seven-night Chigui, I was tortured?"

At least, in the absence of the use of the direct death of the magic eye, the square from the beginning to the end is crushed, completely torture and killing.

“But that doesn’t make sense.”

The more miserable it is, the more terrible it is to prove that the seven-night assassination technique that Fang wants to learn is, isn’t it?

Therefore, Fang would like to be worse off the better.

“Come again!”

Without any hesitation, Fang Li opened the training interface again.(Unfinished.