Chapter 44 Underworld Dance

System: Kill a dwarf assassin and gain 1800 points of experience.

System...

The hidden knife sat on the ground and rested while watching his experience continue to rise. The black man in front of the passage was full of poisonous gas. As long as the sneaking dwarf assassins approached this way, his body would receive a toxin attack. The blood kept falling, and the stealth state would also be interrupted. The black man had reached level 25, blood. The amount is as high as 150,000, and the power of the huge body is very strong. Every time you shake the tail, you can fly the sneaking assassin far away.

"Your pet is getting stronger and stronger, but it's a pity that the pet egg explosion rate is too low now. I really want to get one!" The ghost came out of the stealth and looked enviously at the black man who killed everywhere in front of him.

The hidden knife sat on the ground without sound.

"Why, are you unconvinced?" The ghost smiled.

"If you don't accept it, you will never accept it. Come again!" The hidden knife sat up from the ground, turned on the stealth skill for the first time, and disappeared from the vision of the ghost.

"Instoer!"

The ghost slowly moved his body to the position against the wall and bowed two daggers tightly in his hand.

"Left!" The ghost smiled, and the slight breathing of the hidden knife exposed his position.

"Ding~!" The hidden knife suddenly appeared on the right side of the ghost, and the blessing of the left hand wind elf stabbed out like lightning. At the moment when the hidden knife appeared, the dagger of the right hand suddenly picked up the elbow of the hidden knife. At the same time, the left hand hit the handle of the thunder and anger, and tripped the heel of the hidden knife with his right foot. It was fast and fierce when he picked the elbow, and was coherent and powerful when tripped. The hidden knife The next one was blown out.

"Come again!" The hidden knife quickly got up and launched a new round of attack on the ghost.

"Deep stealth!"

Ten seconds later, the hidden knife was blown away again...

The ghost played with two daggers and did not look at the hidden knife.

"Hey hey, Brother Ghost, I'm convinced. I'm convinced, okay?" The hidden knife changed into a smiling face and got up from the ground with a smile.

"Are you convinced?" The ghost asked jokingly.

"I'm convinced, Ghost Brother, tell me why you can predict my direction in advance every time I attack. It's amazing!" The hidden knife was abused more than ten times, and he was defeated every time. The mystery was puzzled by himself.

"The sound of breathing leaks your position, and the subtle sound is also easy for the enemy to find, especially when it is very close to me, the sound will be louder!"

After hearing this, Yin Dao suddenly realized: "No wonder!" Although he knew the result, Yin Dao's eyebrows still frowned: "Can't you not breathe?"

"Your breathing is still a light voice. Some people even tremble their teeth when they are nervous, collide, and the sound is louder. You can close your breath for three or five seconds, and you won't make a sound. The more powerful the player is, the more you pay attention to these details!" As soon as the ghost finished speaking, he saw the hidden knife smile mysteriously and disappeared again.

"Htalk!"

The hidden knife began to approach the ghost, trying to calm his heart, held his breath, and the anger of thunder stabbed out.

"Sneak attack!"

"Fight!"

"Dingdang~!" The dagger was touched by the Prime Minister, and the sneak attack of the hidden knife failed, but the attack was not over yet. The hidden knife failed to hit, and the body disappeared again.

Hiding more than ten yards away, he exhaled and began to adjust his mood again. After about fifteen seconds, he sneaked towards the ghost.

"The stuffy stick!"

"Puff..." The ghost was knocked in place, and the hidden knife laughed: "Ha ha, it finally succeeded!" The hidden knife danced and jumped up.

"That's good. That's all for today's training. You can play by yourself!" With that, the ghost started to sneak and disappeared in front of the hidden knife.

"Ah? Are you leaving now?" The hidden knife looked at the ghost that disappeared out of thin air, and was obviously stunned.

"Damn it, what a pervert. I used to be specially trained to adjust my breathing for more than a month. Is this boy finished with just a few breaths?"

"Pervert!"

"The Yangtze River pushes a wave!" Ghost Shadow calculated the date. It has been nearly 20 days since Yindao came to Shanghai and booked a ticket back for him in the past few days. The 20-day special training has consolidated a lot of PK for Yindao. In addition to sleeping and going to the toilet, as long as the masters of the time studio take turns instill in him with tactical theory, skill matching and other knowledge!

"If the hidden knife skills are fully opened, the equipment will also be replaced with a gale suit! Can I beat him?" The ghost asked himself repeatedly in his heart, not that he didn't know the answer, but that he didn't want to admit it.

"What should I train myself today?" The hidden knife sat on the ground. Unconsciously, he had been in the injection nest for nearly 20 days. In 20 days, his fighting strength with a large number of stealth monsters every day can be said to have advanced rapidly. The dwarf's nest has also reached the bottom, but the four-layer underground map is super large, and he has never met the ultimate BO of the dwarf's nest. SS.

"Go to play BOSS?" The hidden knife denied his idea. The dwarf's lair didn't refresh a boss for six hours. It was a waste of time.

Just sit on the ground and start thinking about the next training method.

Suddenly, the hidden knife stood up and remembered the battle between the underworld dance and the demon moon in his mind. At the same time, he also remembered the scene of his thief mentor fighting with himself when he lost his vision.

"If you want to defeat the underworld dance, you must defeat him!" The skills learned by Hidden Knife now are all other people's. They not only integrate the skills of many people, but also always belong to others. There is no combat skill that really belongs to them.

"Fight with feeling and hearing, this killer mace is the gift of my hidden knife to the underworld dance!" The hidden knife ran back to the first layer of the dwarf's nest, found a refresh point with fewer monsters to stand still, slowly closed his eyes, and began to walk around little by little.

"Wow..." In the chaotic place, the bean curd brain quickly shuttled through the jungle. The bow and arrow in his hand kept shooting at a thief in the distance, and his mouth kept scolding: "Mingwu, you psycho, you even kill people in a camp?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Let Lenghu come and fight with me, or you won't want to do a good job!" Mingwu kept accelerating his disguise, avoiding the attack of the archers, and was also annoyed with underestimation.

"This archer is so agile in reconnaissance!" He found a position after several sneaking trips. The two were deadlocked for nearly 20 minutes. He had never been able to destroy the thief. In order to challenge the cold fox, he had destroyed the task of the soybean milk deep-fried dough stick team several times, in order to force the cold fox out.

"Wow, Brother Lenghu, have you completed the task over there? This thief is so fucking perverted. I shot thousands of bows and arrows, and I can't hit him at all!" The bean curd brain was in a hurry and sent a message to Lenghu to complain.

"If you hold on for two minutes, the task will be completed. After that, I will tell you a coordinate to lead the underworld dance and make trouble for us for so many days. Teach him a lesson!" As a famous master on the thief list, Leng Hu has been disturbed several times and has been angry for a long time.

"Fighty him? Hey hey!" The spirit of the bean curd brain was shocked. If the ghost dance can be killed, it will definitely be a sensational news.

"Eh, fuck him!" The cold fox's voice sounded also very excited. Although the dance was powerful in his heart, it was not so strong that no one was afraid of him.

A few minutes later, the bean curd brain led Mingwu to the pre-agreed coordinates. Several members of the soybean milk fried dough stick team were ambushed in advance, waiting for Mingwu to appear.

"Here we go!" The cold fox's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Wow..." The bow and arrow in the tofu's hand stopped to attack the underworld dance. Both of them are relatively persistent, and the underworld dance has the habit of giving up halfway. For the archer in front of him who dares to challenge his majesty, he must give the other party a profound lesson.

"I count three, two, one, and try to get the underworld dance in seconds, but this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The first wave of attack can't fall in seconds. We should be ready for the second wave at any time!" Looking at the underworld dance getting closer to the target, the taro was also extremely excited.

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