"Hmph, you're lucky." After the blow failed, a look of anger appeared on Leng Qing's pretty face. His figure flashed and rushed towards Ye Hen again. For Ye Hen had just avoided his ambush at the last moment, Leng Qing could only attribute the reason to the level of luck. Even if she was killed, she would believe that the man on the opposite side who was extremely pretentious, had the high spiritual bonus of two dark gold rings and all attributes attached to Yang Shan, the blade of Good and Evil Yang. At this time, his spiritual attribute had already exceeded 150 points, and his perception was not inferior to ordinary mages. Before Leng Qing accelerated, Ye Hen had sensed her direction and was ready to dodge.

Faced with Leng Qing's second fierce attack, Ye Hen's eyes were still as calm as water, and his figure was still like a still statue. Until when the faint green light was about to penetrate his eyes, the dark night kiss in his right hand suddenly lifted up straight, and the faint green dagger was swung open as lightning.

A local sound came out, and under the suppression of absolute power, the Ghost Light Blade in Leng Qing's hand suddenly shook far away, and her graceful upper body also leaned to the right, and her movements suddenly showed a flaw.

At this moment, Ye Hen's body moved instantly. If he didn't move, he would be like a dragon going out to sea. In an instant, he walked around the back of Leng Qing. The kiss of the dark night in his hand instantly pressed on her shattered skin.

Feeling the cold blade coming from behind, Leng Qing's move to escape immediately stopped. She had always rarely met her opponent and could not understand how Ye Hen could break through behind her so easily? For a moment, she really couldn't accept it.

Just as Leng Qing was still trying to struggle with a trace of luck, a cold voice sounded in her ears, "If you think your health can withstand a backstab under the effect of 500 attacks, you can give it a try."

Even if it is just equipped with the Kiss of the Night, Ye Hen's attack limit has exceeded 500 at this time. Including the three-fold damage bonus of the backstab, he can at least score more than 1,000 damage points. Assassin, a profession with bo-blood, usually has a good blood volume of six or seven hundred. Even if he is a duke-level cold, his blood volume will definitely not exceed 1,000.

"You..." Leng Qing was suddenly angry when she heard the cold voice behind her, but she didn't dare to move any more for a moment. Although her health was the best in the assassin profession, she was only in her early 900s. If she resisted the backstab under 500 attacks, there would be only one result, killing in seconds!

"Damn, what's going on? Are you going to poss?" Seeing that two strange poses in the arena, the assassins except for the black funeral were all stunned. Since they could not hear the sounds inside the field outside the field, they didn't know what was going on.

At this time, a ray of excitement flashed through the deep eyes of the Black Funeral. Ye Hen's operational level seemed to have improved again. He is worthy of being able to tie with him. This guy is younger than him. I think his future achievements must be above him. Thinking of this, the fighting spirit in the Black Funeral's heart became stronger!

When Ye Hen, whose eyes were still calm and Leng Qing, who was dejected, walked out of the milky white light shield together, even if everyone was puzzled, they immediately understood the result of the battle. They gloated and looked at Leng Qing, then rushed to Ye Hen and shouted, "Maple Ye, you really exclaimed for our men. You should have come and taught this girl a lesson, haha."

However, their laughter soon came to an abrupt end. When the cold and cold eyes glanced at the assassins, they immediately covered their mouths. Although they were suppressed and ridiculed by this woman, they were all friends no matter what. Assassins who were good at observing words and expressions naturally knew when they could not joke. Moreover, even if the cold woman in front of them was defeated by the other person's maple leaves, it was always an insurmountable mountain in front of them.

Just when the atmosphere in the air was a little awkward, the black funeral suddenly came out. He first glanced at Leng Qing, then stopped at Ye Hen and said, "Maple Leaf, the battle between us that has not ended is time to continue." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!