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The first line of the Assassin's Heart Sutra is that as an assassin, you must be patient. An assassin who is impatient may have luck once or twice. But he will not be lucky every time.

Zuo Qianqian was deeply convinced of this. When he was a child, he often missed many good opportunities because of his lack of patience, and even encountered many dangers and paid the price of blood and scars. After repeated lessons, Zuo Qianqian learned patience in hunting.

Hunting humans is not harder than hunting wild animals. However, there is no mistake at all, otherwise it would not be a killing person, but a killing. In Zuo Qianqian's body, the thin dark fighting spirit slowly flowed. The dark fighting spirit gave her the ability to integrate with the dark night, allowing her to hide in the dark place, like a fish in water.

Avoid the moonlight and stars, silently stepped on the shadows under my feet, and slowly and calmly headed towards the bandit camp. There were more than 30 bandits, and today they hunted a wild boar during the day. As a result, the bonfire was lit at night, and they had a good party with strong wine and delicious food.

This is the difference between bandits and regular troops.

Regular military disciplines are strict and the control of alcohol is extremely strict. However, bandits are not the case. Loose disciplines often make it difficult to restrain all kinds of lazy actions.

The spirits and carnival made most people feel tired after being excited. During this period, it was exhausting to be ordered to search for the two fish that were missing in the small mountain village in this mountain forest.

Most people have already fallen asleep in the sheepskin tents in the campfire camp. Only a few unlucky guys who take turns have to come to watch on this cold and windy night.

The fine wine and food, and the fatigue of the body made the night watchmen who acted as sentinels drowsy. They leaned against the bonfire, wrapped in fur coats and fur, and resisted the cold half-sleeping.

Zuo Qianqian sneaked in and promoted her. Half an hour later, she finally entered the camp silently and hid in the shadows. She carefully calculated the location and distance between the three night watchmen. Because it was the first time to assassinate, she had to be more cautious. She kept calculating how to kill the three night watchmen silently.

But she was still waiting patiently. She let the cold wind blow on her torn cotton jacket and penetrated into her body. She waited for more than an hour. The night was already half over and dawn was about to come.

Before dawn, it was always the darkest time of the whole day. The bonfires were also destroyed because they had not added firewood for a long time. The crescent moon happened to be hidden in the dark clouds. At this time, the camp was almost unable to see five fingers.

However, because Zuo Qianqian practiced the Netherworld Fighting Qi, she actually felt a special sense of security, comfort and warmth, just like a fish getting water. At this time, the Netherworld Fighting Qi was more active than during the day. When she was flowing in her body, she felt a little excited in her heart.

"The opportunity is here." Zuo Qianqian moved her almost frozen feet, blending her body with the darkness, stepped on the snow, and made a very faint sound. She slowly approached the back of a nearest sentry.

The little hand holding the dagger was trembling, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes. The feeling of killing people close to each other is completely different from killing people with bows and arrows from a distance. Her heart was trembling, her hands were trembling, and her whole body was trembling.

However, her mind suddenly passed through her grandfather's appearance before she died, and a sense of hatred arose in her heart. It was these bandits who not only robbed the poor villagers for the sake of disaster, but also slaughtered her own village in a mad manner, and even her grandfather died tragically at their hands.

Thinking of all this.

Zuo Qianqian's clear and pure eyes began to turn red gradually. Her hand holding the dagger began to calmly and not shake. There are too many descriptions of assassin's skills in the "Heart Sutra of Assassin", and the various key points of the human body were also explained clearly and clearly.

The little hand that was frozen slightly poked over. Suddenly, he covered the night watchman's mouth. Then, the night watchman suddenly woke up, and before he could resist, the sharp black dagger cut open his throat as lightly as a feather. When the blood sprayed away, he also took the time for the tragic night watchman's resistance. Zuo Qianqian, who had tried it, knew very well how sharp the dagger passed on to her by his grandfather was.

After a while, the night watchman stopped struggling weakly and lost his breath. But Zuo Qianqian's face turned pale. After more than ten breaths, she slowly let go of him and gently placed him on the snow.

Zuo Qianqian, who was killing people at close range for the first time, had a nausea and urge to vomit. But when she thought of hatred and oath, she forced herself to immerse herself in. She slowly hid in the shadows, rested and calmed down for a cup of tea, and then she looked firm and unrestrained towards the second night watchman.

Zuo Qianqian knew very well that if the first attack on the camp was not successful tonight, it would alert the enemy and even set up various traps. It would be as if she was ascended to the sky again. The second time, it was obvious that she did better. Of course, it was also because the enemy was really unprepared.

After spending a stick of incense, Zuo Qianqian quietly killed three night watchmen and dragged them to the shadows. In this way, even if someone came out to pee in the middle of the night, he would not see the night watchmen in a daze, and he would only think that the night watchmen were lazy and went to sleep secretly.

After doing all this, Zuo Qianqian sneaked into the nearest tent. After half a stick of incense, she came out and arrived at another convertible. Back and forth, another stick of incense, the bandits who died in the hands of Zuo Qianqian, the new assassin, had reached seventeen. This is the power of the assassin. Once the time and place are in good condition, the lethality caused to the enemy is far beyond imagination.

At this moment, the tent was blown open with a bang, and Zuo Qianqian's delicate body flew backwards. A man nine feet tall and as strong as a cow roared, rushed out with a copper hammer and rushed towards Zuo Qianqian with a fierce and domineering force.

Even the bandits with poor discipline were all blown up in the roar of the strong man, and they took up the weapons in their hands and rushed out of the camp.

Zuo Qianqian's skill is more agile and agile. After rolling in the snow on his back, he spit out a mouthful of blood, rushing into the woods with the Nether Fighting Qi in his body. For the assassin, it is common sense to miss a single attack and escape thousands of miles away. Moreover, the strong man is very strong and has reached the level of high-level black iron. If he fights with him head-on, Zuo Qianqian will definitely die.

The strong man was very strong and in a violent state. With his strong figure, he could take a step of about a foot. He was like a ferocious beast and chased Zuo Qianqian. But in his rage, he forgot and ignored one point, that is, does the assassin have companions?

Before he could chase after him a few steps, a series of brilliant lights exploded in the darkness, and more than ten sword lights flashing with thunder, covering his burly body.

Obviously, the strong man was also a veteran who had experienced many battles and reacted very quickly. While he was shocked, he danced with a copper hammer to block it. When his life was threatened, a copper hammer actually danced out layers of hammer shadows by him with his outstanding power.

Dangdangdangdang~As the sword and hammer intersect, a series of crisp sounds were made.

Puff~ The sword light penetrated his hammer shadow and pierced into his chest. As blood splattered, the strong man fell back with a sudden burst of vitality.

No matter how powerful this strong man is, he is only a high-level black iron level, which is several points lower than Lei Qing, a high-level bronze level. Moreover, Lei Qing relies on his sharp battle skills to take advantage of the sneak attack. It also makes this strong man with high-level black iron level and good strength be killed by Lei Qing in one encounter.

Lei Qing, who had won the first battle, had a warlike light flashed in his eyes. He looked at the more than a dozen thieves who were swarming in. His heart was greatly increased, and he stepped on the snow under his feet and went straight to meet him.

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