Immortal Martial God

The blue sky and the setting sun naturally accompany Xiang nan to guard the bell tower.

The thirty-five killers, on the other hand, were hiding in a dark corner, watching the clock tower at any time.

Once they find out that the sickle is coming, it's time for them to make a move.

Xiang Nan, holding a wine glass, said to Lantian and the setting sun, "during the mission, I'm just a piece of goods. Under normal circumstances, I won't take the initiative to deal with the black sickle. Except for the 50 killers, your only task is to protect me."

The setting sun waved his fist excitedly and said, "it's time to do this. If you want me to say, it's unnecessary for you to hire those 50 killers. In my eyes, they're just a bunch of rubbish. It's enough to have me alone."

Blue sky thought more. He said thoughtfully, "you want me and the setting sun to experience the strength of black sickle and let us recognize him?"

Xiang Nan laughed and said, "all of them."

The blue sky nodded and lowered her hands, ready for everything.

His hands can turn the enemy into sand.

If the black sickle dares to come, the blue sky and the setting sun will be ready for the black sickle.

At night, Xiang Nan is still enjoying the wine leisurely.

The night of gale fortress is more chaotic. It is the so-called killing night of black moon and high wind. The gale fortress shrouded in the hurricane becomes a real killing city at night.

Before the night had come down completely, the main city of gale fortress was already ablaze.

The thick smoke rose to the sky and darkened the clouds.

With common sense, if black sickle wants to kill Xiang Nan, he will choose tonight. Taking advantage of the night is the most ideal state.

The thirty-five killers who were guarding near the clock tower and hiding in the dark were obviously thinking the same way. They were ready to meet the fierce battle between the experts.

But the night was surprisingly calm, and the black sickle didn't come.

"Did the boy give up in the face of difficulties?" The setting sun doubts and even makes such a guess.

Xiang Nan did not answer.

The sun is on the rise, but it's near noon.

The sun is hanging high in the windy fortress. At this time, it is hot summer. The dazzling sun is baking this bloody city. The strong light makes people feel sleepy.

Xiang Nan raised his glass and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the black sickle was coming, but he didn't remind anyone. As he said, he was just a piece of goods. He would not give any hints to killers, even to anyone including the blue sky and the setting sun.

Blue sky back hands, toward the bottom scan, silently said: "this person is strange, do not choose to start at night, just want to move in the sun."

The setting sun stretched lazily and said, "what? Is the boy here? "

Clock tower, northeast, a restaurant next to the narrow alley, this alley is dark and humid, there is a pool of dirty swill on the ground.

The swill is so shallow that it can only submerge people's feet at most.

It is in such a narrow swill that there is a killer with high attainments in evasion.

This man holds a silver silk thread in his hands and a dagger in his mouth. He turns into water and mixes with swill.

No one can find him. Even if someone comes over and even steps into the swill pit, it's hard to find that there is a living man hidden in the dirty water.

And inexplicably, a black blade, silent from the killer behind, around the neck in front.

The killer was still on the alert and didn't notice the existence of the Black Dagger.

Then, the black blade gently across.

The killer's body trembled and collapsed, showing his real body.

His body was lying in the swill pit, motionless, until he died, he didn't know how he was killed.

In the northwest corner of the bell tower, there is a weapons shop. On the eaves, there are six stone carved animals sitting on each ridge. This is called the ridge animal, which is used to guard the building.

There are four ridges, which are located in the southeast, southwest, northwest and northeast.

Among the six small beasts on the Northeast ridge, the third one in the middle is indistinguishable from other small beasts.

At this time, as if in the dark, a dagger without black came out and surrounded the little beast's neck.

The little beast didn't move and didn't respond.

Then, the dagger slowly across, the little beast actually spewed blood, turned into a human body, lying on the eaves quietly died.

Thirty five killers all died one by one, and the way they died was weird. Their expressions after death were still vigilant and cold, rather than surprise and despair.

This shows that they didn't even realize that they were killed at the last moment before they died.Inside the bell tower, there was a gentle sound of footsteps.

The black sickle went up the disintegration spiral, and finally came to the top, under the huge ancient clock.

He wiped the chair, sat opposite Xiang Nan, picked up a wine glass and tasted it lightly.

The blue sky was still looking out, and the setting sun was sleeping on a pillar. They didn't feel the arrival of the black sickle.

Xiang Nan applauded: "wonderful."

The black sickle put up a finger and said, "deception."

"If a killer wants to kill a target, he must first get close to the target and not be noticed by the target. There are usually many different situations," he said

"Some people choose to cheat the target emotionally, get close to the target, gain trust, and then launch a fatal attack."

"Some people choose to deceive the target in terms of vision and hearing. These killers disguise themselves and hide themselves so that the target can't find their own existence, thus giving a fatal blow."

"But the real master is deceiving the opponent in the impression."

"Impression." Xiang Nan poured a glass of wine for black sickle and said with great interest, "it's quite fresh. I heard it for the first time."

"There are three kinds of impressions," said the sickle. "One is called the past tense of impressions, the other is called the progressive tense of impressions, and the other is called the future tense of impressions."

He took out a piece of paper and a pen, pushed it to Xiang Nan and said, "please draw the chair you are sitting on, and pay attention to every detail."

Xiang Nan smiles and doesn't move.

Black sickle said: "you have seen this chair, even you are sitting on it, but now I suddenly ask you to draw it, but you find that you have no impression of this chair, you don't know its specific appearance, you don't know the specific patterns carved on it."

"I don't think you have enough impression of it, and it doesn't attract your attention."

"This is called the past tense of impression."

Speaking of this, black sickle slapped his hands twice and said, "I'm black sickle. I'm here. I'm sitting here."

But the blue sky and the setting sun, but nothing.

Xiang Nan eyebrows a pick, way: "interesting."

"Do you think I have blocked their hearing and vision? Do you think I'm invisible in front of them? "

"Actually no, they can see me and hear me, but they have no impression of my existence at this time." "I didn't get their attention."