Chapter 83 Perfect Combination

Therefore, Xu Si is also really fighting. Even if the forced maintenance of the sword in just a few seconds will bring her absolute weakness later, she still resolutely chose to do so, for nothing else, at least such a gamble still has a chance to win.

Yes, as long as Xu Si can hold on, the magic that covers the whole body in the assassin's layer will eventually dry up, and eventually disappear completely in a period of time, then she will have a chance.

As long as the sword spirit surrounding the assassins quietly integrates into their bodies, even if it is only a trace, the assassin will not be able to bear it. In that case, Xu Si's game this time will be a perfect end.

But the reality is not like this, or the three assassins will not give Xu Si a chance to play, let alone miss this rare opportunity...

——The assassin, the leading assassin eventually appeared from the shadows, and the dark sword in his hand was already slashed at Xu Si, who was half kneeling on the ground...

It's still a step slower, just one step, and the ending is completely opposite. Xu Si, who chose to continue to maintain the sword spirit, no longer has the power to stop the assassin's attack at this time. She should have accepted her fate, or she was already so prepared. At the moment she decided to disobey the old man, she never thought that she could survive so easily.

Then, like the slide of memory, the memory of the past, whether painful or happy, happy or sad, appeared in her mind, flashing over and over again, like eternity, but quietly disappeared. But in the end, she still saw the man buried in the depths of her memory, the same as before, the man with beautiful blonde hair, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was so warm. Such sunshine, like the warm sun in winter, made her reluctant to give up, let alone forget...

"............" She didn't say anything and quietly looked at the man who appeared in front of her, just like the first time they met. He gracefully stretched out his right hand and asked her to dance the beautiful dance of death.

She smiled, but cried again: "...fly." She muttered softly, just like her call to him in the past, with a trace of sweetness but a little knowingly annoying.

seemed to be responding to her call. The man, the open right hand gently stroked her face, full of love. But he finally dissipated in front of her. When her tears slipped through the palm of her hand, like the scene in memory, the blonde man turned into countless sad fragments, starting from the right hand wet with tears, and slowly but very quickly dissipated in front of her...

She can't, and she won't watch him leave her anymore. She wanted to catch him and tried her best to hold his hand, but she touched the cold air. Just like that, she looked at him helplessly again, quietly left herself, and disappeared in front of her eyes little by little.

Her beautiful eyes were wet, and transparent tears slipped in her eyes. She didn't cry and stubbornly refused to let tears flow. She knew and understood that she would not cry for this man again. She promised...

But even so, the crystal tears still slipped like a dyke, sliding past the sad face she just wanted to hide with strength.

Xu Si should understand the meaning of Xia Ya's words, but she still felt that it was not interesting enough. Obviously, she was going to take action. She just stood aside so coldly and watched herself be bullied. Therefore, after brushing a few tears that should not exist in the corner of her eyes, she stood up, a little He looked at Xia Ya unhatily: "... Is it necessary to appear in such a timely manner? I think you can make a more gorgeous appearance after I hang up. It can be heard that Xu Si has resentment, and the resentment is very deep.

At the beginning, Xia Ya was a little stunned. She thought that they also needed to be a little entangled. However, she still smiled, nothing else, just because Xu Si finally returned to her previous style. Therefore, in response to Xu Si's words just now, she replied quietly, "I don't know if you mind," she pretended to think, "... Generally speaking, the woman who was crying and seemed to be more normal just now seems to be a little cute than the current one." It's not praise, it's definitely not praise.

But Xu Si didn't care and laughed at it.

Then, there was still a little tacit understanding. The two looked at each other, and then they flashed and appeared beside the slave.

It seems that the slaver has a deep resentment against Lin. Obviously, it has almost become meat mud. This huge monster is still in a good mood to continue ** Lin's body one knife after another, as if it means to enjoy it a little.

In fact, if it hadn't been for the appearance of Xu Si and Xia Ya, it would have been interested to chop Lin's lonely head. But after all, because of the appearance of these two women, the elegance of the slave was disturbed,

It's quite reasonable. The slave who was disturbed by Yaxing roared at Xia Ya and Xu Si under their feet, as if they wanted to deter these two ignorant women. But it should not be effective. There is no deterrent or anything, but the disgusting saliva is on the ground...

Xia Ya and Xu Si are very mindful. No, no, no, no. It should be said that all beautiful women in the world do not allow others to spit on themselves, even if this person is not a human at all.

The result can be imagined. Xia Ya and Xu Si, who expressed their great displeasure, showed Feng Yu and instant killing almost at the same time, without too many words and actions. As two red and one blue figures rushed towards the slaver, the magic martial arts in their hands also had their own strong but inevitable response.

Especially Xia Ya's phoenix feathers, which were originally in a physical state, quickly mutated, just like the deadly magma erupted from a volcano, and the phoenix feathers began to be in a state similar to **.

This state belongs to another form of Fengyu, or it is a harbinger for Fengyu to enter the attack mode. Just like now, in the eyes of the slaver, it is just a little ant that can be completely disdainful, but the phoenix feather in Xia Ya's hand is causing it a lot of trouble...

How to put it, the phoenix feather in the state of magma seems to have a magma-like high temperature. Even if it is just a seemingly weak stroke, but on the slaver, its layer of steel-like skin can't stand it at all. Because of the stroke of the phoenix feather, it melts quickly, but after a while, the flesh and blood inside will be erodeded. It's all red.

Roar~~~ The slaver roars in pain. Although it has an absolutely strong healing ability, the feeling of being barbecued by magma is really bad. In fact, this kind of damage makes the slaver very unhappy. You know, the damage caused by Feng Yu seems to last for a period of time. Just like hot magma, before the heat is completely consumed, it can always burn the slaver continuously...

It's just like this. Xia Ya, who is agile, is like a spirit rabbit. She jumps up and down freely on the huge body of the slaver. Naturally, every time she goes, she always leaves several injuries to the slaver, but it is these inconspicuous injuries that make the slaver painful. Unbearable, just like at this moment, those wounds have just healed, but because of the remnants of magma, the healed wounds are quickly eroded...

Xu Si was not idle. After more or less restoring some necessary magic, she gracefully danced the instant kill on her hand. Suddenly, the original physical instant kill quickly entered the fog, but after a while, these foggy swords quietly integrated into the air, and finally through the wounds cut by Xia Ya on the slaver, quickly Rapid erosion in...

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