Chapter 12: Assassin's Art

The blood wing of the blood wing tiger king flapped, rolled up gusts of strong wind, and flew toward the depths.
Wang Haochen's figure clings to the side of the Blood Winged Tiger King, and from time to time he punches out to control the Blood Wing Tiger King's flight direction. Blood is already oozing out of the Blood Wing Tiger King's mouth and nose.
Wang Haochen's eyes swept across the ground below, and more than ten silhouettes flew across the mountains and forests, trailing below.
"It's really followed up!" Wang Haochen's face showed a dignified look.
He didn't expect that he would encounter Wang Shiyan here, a little earlier than the time planned in his heart, but since he did, he didn't want to lose his momentum.
He knew in his heart that Wang Shiyan would never let him go easily, and simply provoked directly, which would make Wang Shiyan feel unhappy, and he was also very happy.
Wang Haochen's eyes swept across the mountains, looking for opportunities that he could use.
With his current strength, he is not sure about dealing with Wang Shiyan alone. What's more, there are more than a dozen trialists behind Wang Shiyan. Those who have the worst cultivation level are comparable to him. If you face it, he will not have any chance. .
"You have to find a way to separate them, each one will have a chance..." Wang Haochen's thoughts turned.
The Blood Winged Tiger King had now become his amulet instead. As long as he didn't kill the Blood Winged Tiger King and he was flying in the air, even if Wang Shiyan and the others were ten times stronger, they would have nothing to do with him.
But this is not a long-term solution after all. If the Blood Wing Tiger King can't hold it, even he himself can't hold on for long.
The blood-winged tiger king is huge and flying in the air. It is extremely conspicuous. Although Wang Shiyan takes the trialers to sprint between the peaks and needs to climb over the mountains, far from keeping up with the blood-winged tiger king's speed, but for a while Time, can not get rid of it.
As the color became darker and darker, Wang Haochen's heart gradually became anxious. The time was about to come. If the Blood Wing Tiger King is not killed, the mission will fail.
Absolutely can't fail, otherwise the vitality will lose half, and the cultivation base will fall below the condensed energy triple, then he really won't have any chance.
"No matter, complete the task first!"
Wang Haochen's eyes flashed sharply, and his eyes fell on the blood-winged tiger king.
The Blood Winged Tiger King struggled. After taking more than ten punches from him, he was already honest, Wang Haochen couldn't bear it, but there was no way, the task was not completed, he had only a dead end.
"Boom!"
Wang Haochen fluttered down with a fist, and the blood wing tiger king suddenly opened with a muffled noise.
"Roar"
Blood spurted out of the tiger king's mouth and nose, roared, and began to struggle frantically.
With this punch, Wang Haochen had already used all his strength. In order to save his life, he did not dare to kill the Blood Winged Tiger King. Every punch controlled his power. Even so, the Blood Winged Tiger King’s dirty belly had already been injured. With a full punch, it almost defeated the limit that the Blood Winged Tiger King could bear, and suffered heavy losses in an instant.
The Blood Wing Tiger King seemed to have felt Wang Haochen's killing intent. Without any scruples, his huge body twisted and rolled crazily in the air. In the huge open mouth, a roar of pain accompanied by blood spewing out.
Wang Haochen clenched the dagger in one hand, squeezed his fist in one hand, and blasted out one after another.
"puff!"
The Blood Wing Tiger King opened his mouth again, and the blood in his mouth was like a waterfall, splashing out, and his roar became weak.
Its four wings slumped softly, and its huge body shrank from fatigue, and fell like a mortal stone. Wang Haochen's face flashed with a cruel expression, and he punched out again, and the huge dark energy rushed into it, instantly Destroy its vitality.
The Blood Winged Tiger King was considered to have saved his life. Although he had to be killed in order to survive, he could still suffer less pain.
As he flew down, Wang Haochen swept his eyes towards the distance and saw Wang Shiyan's figure rushing like a tiger, and there was still some distance.
"There should be some time..." Wang Haochen estimated in his heart.
Before they could kill him, he had to leave, as if being surrounded, it would be dangerous.
"boom!"
The huge body of King Blood Winged Tiger hit the ground, smashing into a big hole. At the moment when it was about to land, Wang Haochen kicked his feet on it, unloaded the huge impact force, and rolled to the ground.
"The host kills the Bloodwing Tiger King and gains 16 points of martial arts."
"The growth task is completed, the reward for martial arts is 40 points, and the penalty is 10 points."
Listening to the icy voice of the punishment system, Wang Haochen showed a slight smile on his face, and then he moved his figure and jumped onto the back of Queen Blood Wing Tiger. He stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt and the short dagger, and then pulled it out forcefully.
Putting the dagger into the storage space, just as he was about to turn around and leave, his eyes suddenly fell on the back of the Blood Wing Tiger King.
A gray-black iron box was embedded on the back of the Blood Winged Tiger Queen. The iron box seemed to be slapped into the Blood Winged Tiger Queen’s back by a hand, deep in the flesh, only a half-finger-thick cover was exposed. .
"This is the treasure guarded by the Bloodwing Tiger King?" Wang Haochen's eyes condensed slightly, then he shook his head and said softly: "The methods of the elders of the Wang family are really ruthless."
They shot an iron box into the back of the blood-winged tiger king, making the blood-winged tiger king bear the pain all the time.
Listening to the sound of footsteps rushing from a distance, Wang Haochen's expression tightened, his body turned, and fell on the back of the blood wing tiger, with a long sword, he picked up the iron box, and reached out to grab it. Without looking, he threw it into the storage space, then jumped down and flew towards the forest.
As soon as Wang Haochen's figure disappeared, a figure flew out from the mountains and forests, and approached in the blink of an eye. In just over ten seconds, he rushed to the side of the Blood Wing Tiger King.
This person was Wang Shiyan. His eyes swept across the blood-winged tiger king's body slightly, and his gaze fell on the square depression on its back. The breath exuding from his body suddenly felt sharp.
Wang Haochen rushed between the mountains and forests, among the silent mountains and forests, the figure flickered, and the sound of subtle footsteps went away.
Ancient tree ginseng, cracked old skin, old vines and knots, like dragons and snakes, Wang Haochen's figure is extremely flexible, borrowing strength from time to time to walk through the mountains and forests.
After running for more than ten miles, his figure suddenly changed, and his footsteps became mysterious. Every time he settled his feet he was very particular, and he landed in the places that are least likely to leave traces or least likely to be noticed. Between the shape of the shuttle, even the thin branches and leaves are avoided one by one.
After running for a few miles again, he changed his direction, circled a circle, and fumbled in the direction he came.
Just over twenty minutes later, several figures appeared in front of him, exactly the trialists who followed Wang Shiyan.
The cultivation bases of these testers are high and low, and the speed will naturally be fast and slow. Wang Shiyan is dedicated to chasing Wang Haochen. The formations behind him have been opened, and they have even been broken.
Those people who lag behind are all with weaker cultivation bases, so they naturally became Wang Haochen's targets.
"Since you want to help Wang Shiyan kill me, don't blame me for being cruel." Wang Haochen's eyes fell on the last person with a slightly fat figure, and his eyes flashed coldly.
"When a sinner is found, there are six levels of condensation, Wu Xiu is worth 12 points, and sin is worth 2 points."
When Wang Haochen's eyes fell on the person, the cold voice of the punishment system also sounded in his mind.
"Very good!" Wang Haochen said softly in his heart.
That person has two points of sin value, so he has no worries.
Wang Haochen's figure jumped suddenly, and his toes came out silently, but the speed was extremely fast, constantly narrowing the distance between the two.
The figure in front of the person is slightly fat, coupled with the weaker cultivation base, and has been more than ten feet away from those in front of him, he seems to be very bad at this kind of chase, and it feels like he is unable to support it.
After Wang Haochen approached the person five feet behind him, his figure turned slightly, and he got into the dense giant tree beside him, and ran parallel to the figure. The figure was always in his sight, but the figure He didn't notice it.
After only two minutes, Wang Haochen suddenly accelerated, passed the person, turned around, and after avoiding a giant tree, he hid himself in the faint, with the long sword in his hand, hanging slightly.
"Slap, slap, slap..."
The sound of the soles of the feet on the ground kept coming closer.
In the shadow, Wang Haochen held his breath without making any sound, but the expression on his face was extremely cold and stern.
"What's the matter, how come Brother Shi Yan hasn't caught the waste?" A whispered whisper with a slight complaint sounded.
It was also at this moment that in Wang Haochen's eyes, there was a flash of shock and sharpness, and in the shadow, a sword light penetrated like lightning.
"puff!"
A sword passed by.
The figure was still flying forward, and did not react at all. The long sword flicked past, and a head fluttered up. In those eyes, there seemed to be a trace of blankness.
"The host kills the sinner and gets 12 points for martial arts and 2 points for penalty."
"Solved one!" The long sword shook slightly, shaking away the blood on the blade, and Wang Haochen's eyes fell to the front and flew away, still unaware of a few figures.
"Damn, this can really run, causing us to chase so far." The three of them had similar cultivation skills, not far apart, they were running and talking while panting.
"When Brother Shiyan catches him, he will definitely give him a taste."
"Don't worry, with Brother Shi Yan's cultivation base, you should be able to catch him soon, maybe now, he has been caught by Brother Shi Yan." Finally the person said.
"Really?" In the shadow between the two big trees, a figure suddenly flashed out, whispering in his ear.
His eyes widened suddenly, and he was about to shout, a sword light in his pupils flashed away.
"puff!"
There was an inaudible, crisp sound, and his throat had been cut.
"you……"
The man looked at Wang Haochen's face, clutching his neck with one hand, his eyes were full of incredible color.
He never thought that Wang Haochen was so courageous. Not only did he not run, but instead he turned to kill him. I don't know when they have become prey from hunters.
Wang Haochen swung his sword out, without stopping, his figure flickered, and silently rushed towards the person two or three steps ahead.
"puff!"
The short dagger went in.
"What are you doing?" The person in front seemed to have discovered something wrong, and looked back with an unkind expression, and immediately met Wang Haochen's eyes, "It's you..."
But at this moment, a sword light flew out like lightning, hitting his chest directly.
A panic flashed on his face, and one side of his figure immediately patted the sword light with a palm. But at this moment, a figure flickered in the corner of his eye, and there was already another person beside him. A dagger that flickered with black light turned into a black light and struck him at his neck.
"How is it possible?" There was a slight pain in the neck, and suddenly I felt a chill spread to the whole body, and the strength of the whole body was vented.
How could he get so close, why are we all ignorant?
How did he get behind us?
How dare he kill me?
...
In an instant, countless thoughts poured out, turning into a deep unwillingness, and solidified on his face.
"Although I have never learned the art of assassins, I have seen a lot of them in previous movies. Those are summed up in thousands of years of history. Even if I can only imitate some furs, it will be enough to kill you." Wang Haochen was indifferent. The way.
He now has six levels of condensing Qi cultivation base, which is not much different from these people, and these testers have severely inexperienced combat, and they have no resistance to the strange and unpredictable assassin skills.
(End of this chapter)