A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the Luo Cult Assassin, but he was still mainly steady and waited for two more hours until the darkest moment when it was about to dawn. Then he decided to take action and secretly sneered:

"It is also a blessing for you idiot to die under the Thirteenth Sprite of Blood Shadow!"

"Hehehehe..."

The Luo Cult Assassin's face was twisted and he smiled cruelly:

"Who made you too stupid and young, alone, without any warning!"

"I deserve to be killed by me!"

Said.

The Luo Cult Assassin was erect and blood suddenly rushed out of the sand and dust. Countless mists turned into chains, trying to imprison Jiang Chen's possible escape direction.

Buzz!

In just one moment, the Luo Cult assassins transformed into thirteen blood-colored phantoms, all holding sharp blood daggers, and launched a surprise attack on Jiang Chen from different directions.

Its speed is as fast as thirteen blood-colored ghosts, attacking wildly, and it looks particularly terrifying. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be frightened to his legs.

“A little scary!”

Jiang Chen was very scared and suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by horror movies when he was a child, so he chose to draw his sword and slash forward with all his strength! Well... all his strength!

At that moment, the Luo Cult Assassin was full of incredible eyes and finally experienced it personally that only the Wuhou-level strongman could enjoy the top strike.

Rumble!

The Dragon Elephant's Prison Warrior suddenly exploded!

In an instant, the most powerful spiritual power in the world suddenly surged into the blade.

Then, as Jiang Chen seemed simple, but actually very simple, he slashed forward, and the air waves around him rolled, and the sounds followed him, even the deep night seemed to be eclipsed.

Within a radius of ten miles, all the birds, insects and beasts held their breath and did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of shocking the sword in the sky!

Under the cold moonlit night, a violent and fierce sword light hit like a missile. The Luo Cult Assassin felt a thunder blew up in his ears, so scared that he could hardly move.

He wanted to escape into the shadow, but Jiang Chenmei's sea of ​​consciousness showed a bare scepter. Although it seemed to have hundreds of years of history, it represented the supreme majesty of the Han Empire!

In an instant, with this fierce sword light as the center, the space within a radius of a hundred feet was deeply locked and there was nowhere to escape! There was no way to avoid it!

The Luo Cult Assassin looked shocked and couldn't help but ask himself in despair:

Who is too stupid and too young?
Chapter completed!