Assassin’s Chronicle

An Fei slowly walked up to the third floor, and the pace was light and elegant. It was like a cheetah walking. His eyes looked straight ahead, but when he looked closely, he found that his eyes had no focus, and he had to lose something. When a person concentrates on something, he naturally ignores other things. Only by distracting his attention can he grasp any slight change.

Anfei's confidence is not blind. Whenever and wherever, he can analyze his strengths and weaknesses, his opponent's strengths and weaknesses, and use it at the fastest speed. He learned a lot from Sol and Ernest. As far as the current situation is concerned, An Fei thinks that he has an absolute advantage, because the strongest in this world often relies on the magic of induction in the scuffle between sneak attack and anti-sneak attack. Or vindictive to find the enemy, and he is not vindictive, the magic fluctuations are also very weak, in other words, the enemy can not find him, unless it is witnessed his actions, but he can easily find all by induction Opponent!

An Fei walked to the front door of a room on the third floor, blowing out the candlelight behind him. After waiting for a moment, he took out a small cloth bag from his arms and opened the cloth bag to take out a magnet. This is what he bought today. I didn't expect it to come in handy immediately.

Anfei observed his room and observed the rooms of Sol and Ernest. He found that the door of the Rose House Hotel was fixed with a spring, and the door frame had a convex layer. It was difficult to insert the spring with a card. Open, and he does not have a suitable card. Although the magnet is a bit stupid, it is also very effective.

Two minutes later, Anfei stepped into the room. There was a bald middle-aged man who was sleeping in the big bed at the corner. The stupid person was stupid. In fact, it was a lucky thing to be an ordinary person. He could not sense the elements of the dragon. Fluctuation, but also did not feel that Affin entered the room, even though the fire dragon turned the entire hotel into a flame purgatory, he was also deadly confused, completely unaware of what fear and pain are.

An Fei gently walked over and used the palm of his hand to force everything on the neck of the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man became a coma from drowsiness.

An Fei stood in the room and pulled out the long sword at a slow and slow speed. He stabbed down and the sword slammed into the floor. Then An Fei pulled out the sword. Thinking about what is being observed.

The gloomy old man was a little anxious. From the current time, Tanan should have got rid of Sol’s pursuit and fled into the sewer. This also means that Sol will be back soon! However, there is no news of Mott and Caribbean Man, and there is no fighting voice below, which is difficult to understand.

"Stupid pig! I have to go out in such a small thing!" The gloomy old man could no longer wait, and he hated and said, and stood up and walked away.

In the darkness, Anfei suddenly opened his eyes and his body was erected. The long sword in his hand, like a poisonous snake, stabbed straight up!

Anfei had experimented in his own room and did a test on the third floor. The whole Rose House Hotel turned out to be a pure wooden building. By visual inspection, Anfei knew that the thickness of the floor was only five centimeters to six. Between centimeters, to be precise, his use of sixty percent is enough to use a fist to smash this level of wood. It is a trivial matter to pierce the board with a long sword.

The gloomy old man never dreamed that the attack came from his feet! When he noticed that it was wrong, An Fei’s long sword had pierced his heel and broke through the fragile blockage of the flesh and blood. The tip of the sword had pierced his calf, and the gloomy old man could not help but scream. sound.

Then, with a slamming sound, the floor behind the old man was bombarded with An Fei. The opponent of Anfei was a middle-level swordsman. The strength was far above Mott and the Caribbean. He was shocked. The chaos, the pain and the panic, the backhand swept away behind the sword, even though there was no use of vindictiveness, the tip of the sword swept over and there was a tearing whistle.

An Fei's movements are too fast, and he can't think of his opponents. The gloomy old man's actions are entirely based on instinctive reactions, but the instinct will let him ignore things that should not be ignored.

The sword front is flat, this is not nonsense! Anfei hit a hand, did not pull out the long sword, the long sword is still stuck on the board, the gloomy old man backhand swinging the sword, the heel inevitably made a certain angle of rotation, so that Jianfeng stirred in his calf What, what is the torn bone? This is the torn bones! The pain that violently reached the extreme was not something that ordinary people could bear. The gloomy old man once again made a roar, and the long sword in his hand was almost thrown on the ground. The blood fluttered around his wounds.

Qi Anfei once again smashed the floor and wore it out three meters away from the chest of the old man. His hand was waving a sharp candlestick and stabbed the old man's chest like a rifle.

In the end, it was a middle-level swordsman. The old man was repeatedly attacked by An Fei. He was still able to fight back. His sword was swung up from the bottom and the candlestick was in the middle. An Fei only felt a pain in his hands and could not hold the candlestick. The candlestick came out of the hand, first hit the ceiling, and slanted to the ground, rolling for a few more no longer move.

Anfei leaned back and opened the distance with the old man. He nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, very strong!"

The gloomy old man was so mad that he had never been stunned. He had only counted the other people’s share. Today, he suffered from the calculation of An Fei. Only then did he understand how strong the heart was, and he looked at An Fei, the weight of the whole body. On the left leg, the right leg does not dare to move, but in order to maintain balance, the right leg still has to bear some strength, which makes him feel miserable. The gloomy old man barely concentrated his attention and whipped up his vindictiveness. The long sword in his hand gradually glowed white.

Anfei jumped on the window sill and the window was open. Anfei reached over the window frame and left a meaningful smile to the old man. Then he went up.

Although An Fei's climbing technique is not as high as the legendary light work, as long as it is the place where the fingertip can be caught, he can go up and climb to the front of the mountain three times, and Anfei pulls out from his arms. One thing, waved it to the top.

It was the peas prepared by Anfei. The beans were scattered on the ridge and rolled down the slopes, making a loud noise.

Seeing that An Fei’s figure disappeared from his face, the gloomy old man did not dare to have the slightest intention. He stood with a long sword, staring at the top, his ears erected, listening to all suspicious voices, making him unable to understand. The slight noise is one after another. He doesn't know what Amway is doing.

At this moment, Anfei has returned to the third floor, silently looking at the hilt on the ceiling, and judging from the shadow in the hole the part of the hit. Can you create an illusion? The answer is yes, can! Do not say anything else, every modern magic master is almost always a master of creating illusions and guiding illusions!

Anfei climbed up in front of the other side and deliberately made a sound on the ridge. The gloomy old man naturally thought that Anfei was lurking on the roof and waiting for him to attack him, so he has concentrated all his attention. Above, but never imagined, An Fei actually ran to the bottom.

It is fools to stumble twice on the same stone, reasoning in the opposite direction, using the same method to deceive the same person's liar is the most stupid liar, killing the same person's killer in the same way is also the most incompetent killer. The other party has already tasted the bitterness. Once again, it’s time for it to turn to suffer!

The unusual means of An Fei’s display made the old man feel a bit timid, and he himself was hit hard and in an extremely unfavorable situation. He subconsciously regarded Anfei as the most terrible opponent, so he thought that Anfei did not Will leave here, there must be killing tricks, but in his view, this terrible opponent will not use the same trick repeatedly like a low-energy child, not to mention the sound is constantly on the top!

The gloomy old man has already transported all the vindictiveness. His body is shrouded in a white light. There is also a half-foot sword on the tip of the sword. He knows that his actions are very inconvenient, so he tries to use the sword. Start a sudden attack and survive in defeat.

An Fei is hesitant. He has already judged the exact location of the old man. But if he wants to kill it, is he still going to hurt the old man? There is also a candlestick in the hands of Anfei. It is very sinister to attack the opponent's yin from his position, but if it is blocked by the other party, then the other party will not be able to die in a short time! If you drag it back to Sol, this is what Anfei doesn't want to see. He doesn't want to lose the trust of Sol and Ernest.

An Fei made a quick decision. The arm was very strong. The candlestick was pierced like a lightning bolt, and it slammed into the board.

The gloomy old man was still looking up at the top. The severe pain from his left foot made him mourn and fell to the ground. His feet were hit hard, not to mention that he was a middle-level swordsman. Even the Great Swordsman could not continue to stand still.

This does not matter, it is equal to himself forced to take the sword and the candlestick tip out of his foot. After the candlestick pierces the wooden board, the spare force will be exhausted, and the damage caused to him is not very serious, but the sword is not serious. The thorn was very deep, and the result was that he had cut off the sword with the flesh and blood. The old man’s eyes were black, and he could not breathe, and his body was huddled.

Anfei once again swelled up, his right fist strove out, and the fierce fist smashed the wooden board, and hit the old man's chest heavily. The old man had just planted it, but he was hit like a spring. Get up, the front chest is also concave down a big piece.

An Fei jumped from the hole to the fourth floor, shaking his hands, a fork and a knife slipped from his left and right cuffs and slipped onto his fingertips. The next moment, the fork and the knife flashed. No, when it happened again, it stopped at the throat of the old man.

An Fei sighed and turned quickly to rush downstairs. Now it is time to race against it. Before Sol and Ernest return, he has to deal with some things.

In fact, after killing Mott and Caribbean Man, Anfei can choose to hide, and wait for Sol and Ernest to return, but Mott or Caribbean is not posing any threat to Anfei. Flying needs a contrast, and converts his position, lest he should make things that don't match his strength in the future, so he still finds the strongest person he has sensed.