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Chapter 154: The First Murder

For the spirit remover, the concept of equipment is very vague.

The best equipment is the spiritual creatures in their hands.

So when Ding Xiaoyi mentioned that he was going to use the equipment, No. 45 suddenly realized that Ding Xiaoyi in front of him, except for the invisibility when he approached him at first, seemed to have never used the special ability of psionic creatures until now.

Suddenly, No. 45's heart trembled, and a sense of imminent disaster enveloped his heart.

However, what happened next was beyond his expectations.

Ding Xiaoyi magically took out two black daggers.

The black daggers are cold and dull, one is long and thin like a sword, and the other is short and curved like a hook.

The only strange thing is that the dagger looks very rough, I can't tell what kind of material it is, it looks more like it has been polished.

And I didn't feel a little bit of psionic energy fluctuations on these two daggers.

"I don't use psychic power to bully you. From now on, as long as you can force me to use psychic power, I will let you go!"

Ding Xiaoyi could see that No. 45's psionic energy was almost exhausted.

He simply gathered his own spiritual energy and no longer used spiritual energy to suppress No. 45. What he wanted was to use No. 45 to sharpen his shallow-water swimming dragon that he had just learned from Mr. Chen.

After hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words, No. 45's eyes turned cold. He knew what Ding Xiaoyi meant, and he wanted to sharpen his fighting skills by himself.

Is this making him a target? ?

For a moment, an evil fire was born in No. 45's heart, and he was also a top 20 master in the killer list.

Being insulted like this by a brat?I only heard him squeeze out a sentence from the gap between his teeth: "You are looking for death!!"

Then, he pointed at Ding Xiaoyi violently and rushed up.

Without the spiritual protection, Ding Xiaoyi is still just a rookie in his eyes.

Superficial combat awareness is far from those real super masters.

The ghost attendant in his hand spit out a psionic energy from the muzzle, which turned into a dagger.

His blade cut out in the air, one after another of incomparably sharp threads of dark golden light, cutting towards Ding Xiaoyi.

The two collided head-on!

Ding Xiaoyi had two daggers in his hands, long attack and short defense, but they were facing each other, and they were almost pierced through the chest by No. 45 who was stabbing straight.

"You are too tender!"

No. 45's attack was almost crazy, maybe it was the reason why he was beaten by Ding Xiaoyi before, or maybe he was unwilling to be reconciled to his years of training, and was easily overtaken by a hooker.

Seizing the opportunity to counterattack at this time, No. 45 launched an attack with all his strength, like a lion furious to the extreme.

Facing No. 45's sarcasm, Ding Xiaoyi didn't respond, just like a tortoise, silently undertook No. 45's stormy offensive.

"bang bang bang"

The sound of rapid collision and fighting lasted for only twenty seconds, but Ding Xiaoyi's body had already been covered with a few more bloodstains.

Even though the situation was unfavorable, what surprised No. 45 was that Ding Xiaoyi really didn't use spiritual energy to protect his body.

Instead, he was very focused on competing with himself.

For a moment, even knowing that this kid is borrowing himself to hone his fighting power.

But No. 45 already felt a little bit of admiration for Ding Xiaoyi in his heart, but the more he was like this, the more violent he struck.

Of course, he would not give up the hope of life just like that.

"master!"

Wangcai was a little anxious, it was obvious that Ding Xiaoyi was completely at a disadvantage.

It's not that old man Chen didn't teach well.

If it weren't for this set of shallow-water swimming dragon Ding Xiaoyi who was both offensive and defensive, he would have lost.

The difference in fighting skills, fighting awareness, and various aspects between the two is too great.

After all, No. 45 has truly fought all the way from many masters to today.

What's more, the mentality of the two is different at this time.

Ding Xiaoyi is tempering himself, but No. 45 is desperately trying to survive.

If it continues, even Wangcai is worried that he will sail in the gutter.

But in the face of Wangcai's anxious cry, Ding Xiaoyi didn't seem to hear it, and kept retreating step by step in the crazy attack in front of him. It seemed that No. 45 had the upper hand.

"boom blah blah"

The collision between the daggers struck, sparks exploded every time, and at this moment, seeing that Ding Xiaoyi had no way to retreat, and was about to retreat to the edge of the house.

No. 45's heart shook, and the dagger in his hand shook violently. He saw the dagger slanted upwards. After parrying Ding Xiaoyi's slender dagger, the dagger in his hand turned into a streamer, drawing an arc of light, and slashed straight at Ding Xiaoyi. chest.

"you lose!"

With a single slash, No. 45's eyes glowed with hope.

There is no way to hide this knife, he doesn't believe it, Ding Xiaoyi doesn't activate the power of psionic energy to protect his body.

However, when No. 45 stared hopefully at Ding Xiaoyi, he saw a pair of tough eyes staring at him like a wolf as he waved the black dagger.

Suddenly, No. 45's heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, Ding Xiaoyi saw the short and curved dagger in his hand, suddenly gave up the passive defense in the past, and slashed across No. 45's throat.

"He's crazy!!"

Faced with such an all-in-one style of play, No. 45's heart shuddered, and his pupils suddenly shrank to a point of origin.

"Impossible, he dare not! He will definitely use spiritual power to protect his body!"

While screaming in his heart, No. 45's eyes locked tightly on Ding Xiaoyi's eyes, hoping to see a wave of wavering expression from these eyes.

It's just obvious he's disappointed.

"No!"

Seeing the dagger getting closer and closer, No. 45 finally couldn't bear the fear in his heart any longer. He swiped the dagger in his hand, quickly changed direction and struck the short dagger horizontally.

"boom!"

The moment the two touched, a strange and incomprehensible whine came from No. 45's ear, and he saw the ghost waiter in his hand suddenly burst a fingernail-sized hole in the muzzle of the gun.

Before he could feel distressed about it.

A black light flashed, and the next second No. 45's chest was splashed with blood, and the bones could be seen deep, the blood flowed horizontally, and the body fell heavily on the ground.

Before he got up, the slender dagger was already on his throat.

"you lose!"

Ding Xiaoyi's voice startled No. 45, who stared blankly at the slender dagger in front of him, feeling absurd for a moment, that he actually lost? ?

If Ding Xiaoyi in front of him used the power of psionic energy, he wouldn't be ashamed if he couldn't beat him.

After all, the psionic energy of this guy is too strong.

His own attacks are completely ineffective, and in front of this kind of power, all techniques are useless.

But when Ding Xiaoyi gave up using the power of psychic energy and fought with him personally, he had an absolute advantage, and he still lost to the opponent? ?

For a moment, shame, horror and even confusion appeared on No. 45's face, as if he could not accept this reality.

Seeing the bewildered look of No. 45, Ding Xiaoyi said, "You have too much desire to win!"

No. 45's heart trembled, as if he had caught something at once, but he didn't understand where the key was?

In fact, when I released the spiritual power on my body and told No. 45 that as long as I forced myself to use the spiritual protection, I could let him go.

Ding Xiaoyi planted a seed in No. 45's heart.

A seed of hope.

It was this seed that caused No. 45 to use all his strength in the fierce battle with him. As the wounds on his body increased, it catalyzed the rooting and germination of this seed.

When an assassin has a strong desire to survive, he has already lost!

"good very good!"

After No. 45 figured out exactly where he lost, he burst out laughing, with a bit of bitterness on his face.

That's right, it's because my desire to survive is too strong.

Perhaps I have long since lost the determination to regard life and death as nothing like in the death arena.

These years of wandering between life and death made him cherish life more and more.

Is there a problem with this? ?

Of course not, but for an assassin, he is already dead!

After trying to understand this point, No. 45 grabbed Ding Xiaoyi's blade, pressed the blade against his throat, and stared at Ding Xiaoyi in front of him with slightly evil eyes.

"Although I don't know how you did it, I can feel that you haven't committed suicide yourself!"

The feeling of killing someone and not killing someone is completely different.

He knew very well that the murderous look on Ding Xiaoyi's knife was still too weak and childish, just because the hand holding the knife was also stained with blood.

After finishing speaking, No. 45 gave a sinister smile and straightened up.

"Hey!"

For a moment, blood splashed on Ding Xiaoyi's palm along the incision. The hot blood even felt a little burning.

Ding Xiaoyi's face froze, but soon, he gritted his teeth and sent the dagger forward.

Feeling the faint tremor of Ding Xiaoyi's palm along the blade.

The corner of No. 45's mouth curled upwards, and his eyes were more excited than Ding Xiaoyi's, as if he was the winner.

Although I have killed many people, men, women, girls, and children.

He even slit a lady's throat when she bit her.

But what impressed me the most was that he stabbed his teacher to death.

That was the first time he killed someone.

Even after so many years, every time I think about it, I still feel a lingering fear in my heart.

This is Pandora's box, once it is opened, it can never be closed.

Among the ranks of their dead soldiers, this is also a heritage and honor.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, No. 45 Ghost Attendant's pupils gradually dilated, and with the rapidly blurring world in front of him, he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart: "Hey, losing is ugly, but dying is fun!"

"boom!"

Looking at the corpse lying in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi slowly pulled out the dagger. His expressionless expression made it impossible to see his anger and joy, but the slight trembling of his fingers betrayed the uneasiness and horror in his heart.

What fell in a pool of blood was not a pig, a chicken, or an insignificant ant.

But a human being with the same identity as himself.

When the blade pierced through the throat of the same kind, even if I was prepared in my heart, I still felt the shock for a while.

It's just that after the fear, it's an indescribable feeling.

Wangcai, the dog-headed strategist, was very rare, so he closed his mouth and chose to remain silent.

Everyone's understanding of the impact of the first murder is different.

Perhaps for some people who are bloodthirsty by nature, it will be a feast like smoking opium.

Even, as if infected with drug addiction, unable to extricate themselves.

But for the vast majority of people, even the soldiers who have been trained to the end will have a strong sense of discomfort in their hearts.

Of course, this discomfort will soon pass, and then gradually become numb.

"Let's go!"