sighed deeply, the Assassin in front of him seemed to be a loyal person, but he didn't expect that there were actually a lot of crooked thoughts, and he reported his real name before the battle, so it was necessary to reply to the other party with his real name, although even if he didn't reply, he wouldn't be regarded as a [coward who didn't even dare to say his name], but in fact, this was equivalent to being ashamed of the sword in his hand, and the so-called duel then lost its meaning, and lost to the other party first in terms of fighting spirit and belief.

Gritting his teeth in displeasure, Qing squeezed an ugly smile, knowing the face and not knowing the heart is the best metaphor now, if this battle is being watched by other camps, then telling the real name is also equivalent to telling the potential opponent. Although he relied on some means to erase his name in history, in the final analysis, when he was dying, he died from the spear and snow field that pierced the heart, which more or less became the weakness of the spiritual base, so he was a little afraid of cold to a certain extent, but fortunately, the heart and the spiritual core were one, so whether this weakness was seen through or not, if there was no accident, as long as it was broken, it would have to die.

The distracting thoughts in his head only existed for half a second, and Qing repacked his mood at a very fast speed, lifted the sword in his hand, and calmly looked at the Assassin who was quietly waiting for a response, "Since you told me my real name, then I have no way to hide it!" ~--Qing Gungnier, although there is a section of the name given by the teacher, but now I don't deserve it, a little regretful, but Your Excellency will just listen to it! “

Scratching his head with a little shame, the name of that section was given by Merlin in the hope that he would be 'fair', but he really didn't deserve this name because he was obsessed with killing at the beginning. The Assassin couldn't help but look puzzled, for he couldn't hear the mental activity of others, "Qing Gungnir?" It's really a bit of a random name, but I didn't expect that Your Excellency is not a local, and you have an Oriental temperament when you look at it, so I think that you are a local, sorry, it's really rude. “

The smiling chin accepted the other party's apology, Qing actually never cared about where he was, what bloodline he was, or he didn't care at all, the messy biological genes and the uncountable bloodlines of the gods, these things he collected in his early years were somehow no more messy than the treasure house of the hero king, so this half-blood body just maintained the appearance of a human being, although it also gained a lot of advantages, but as a human-type monster, this kind of title was already countless when he was alive----

"It's time to end this conversation, Assassin, I'm sorry to interrupt such a pleasant conversation, but I'd rather take my men back with me for now." Qing said and looked at the hydra with only two heads left, and the seven cavities were still sneering at the bleeding hydra, if the treatment time dragged on for too long, then that guy might be degraded. As for the loss of combat power or a pleasant chat, this choice should be judged clearly from the beginning.

The purple-clothed warrior hooked the corners of his mouth when he heard this, and nodded with a smile, "I understand what Your Excellency means, so let's decide the winner as soon as possible, and I have twelve points of confidence in my own sword skills, you can be careful at that time!" The Assassin gradually put away his smile as he spoke, and his grip on the long knife tightened, and this grip seemed to condense the soul, and there was not a trace of tremor caused by the clenching of the sword, not even the tip of the sword shook a little.

Qing looked at the opponent's starting move, slowly sank his breath, and naturally held the cold hilt in his hand with both hands, although he didn't have any outstanding [special moves], but as long as the opponent made a move, then crack the opponent's move as quickly as possible, and then attack with a backhand, all that remains is to see if the opponent has the strength to hold the backhand counterattack! Although this is not the only way, it is not impossible for both sides to start with an offensive posture at the same time, but the first time in exchange is a lose-lose situation, so one side starts to attack, then the other side defends in the back hand counterattack. A rational battle is a real battle, and a Berserker's method of warfare is irrational.

The Assassin came to the same height as Qing with a slow pace, and the pressure on his long knife was also soaring at a pressure that was multiplied by several times per second! And there wasn't even a hint of magic on its sword! "My sword qi has only reached the exquisite realm after countless exercises and cultivation. Flint spring thunder, a knife witness! This is where our victory and defeat lie---- "The samurai was wrapped in terrible pressure, obviously there was no trace of magic, but the wind pressure caused by the momentum even the space was trembling! He moved---

"Secret Sword: [Yan Return]!!" As the knife tore through the air, the space squeezed and expanded like ice cubes solidified by ice water! The hustle and bustle from intuition is unprecedentedly strong, like being burned on a fire, or like being frozen in water----- fast! That's unimaginably fast! It seems to be a knife, but it swirls in an instant, like a blooming flower, and blooms into three gorgeous and deadly slashes! It's a sword skill that can't be described in words!

Qing can feel that time is like a small particle passing across his cheeks, and the deadly blade that comes directly to himself is like an existence above the concept of detachment in this time----- there is no way to hide, and the space under that blade is folding and folding! Even time can't restrain the three slashes of that limit. This is not a sword skill that can exist in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to put it at the same level of magic, this is not a sword skill that can be compared to any martial arts, it is unique in the world!

The world was dim and silent under that sword technique, and in an instant, Qing also moved---- the three arc-shaped three swords were not physical blocks that could be taken, and in the space locked by the sword, whether it was in the absolutely invincible outside the world or the extreme dodge, it was all ineffective! Then the only thing left is to attack.

The three swords come from three directions, but in the final analysis, they all come from one person--- step forward, out of the sword! ---- a sword strike, a sound of entering the body---- seemingly eternal sword only ended in an instant!

"Hehe--- the blade of the blade without damage, only broken in an instant--- this is not careless, hahaha----- what a pleasant night, to witness an amazing blow that surpasses what I have learned in a lifetime----

Qing closed his eyes tightly, the Assassin on his side slowly fell, his heart was pierced and faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, but at least Lingji couldn't dissipate for a while, he turned over with an unwilling smile and looked up at the sky, wanting to laugh out loud, but he already lost the strength "Use one hand to block my second knife, use a simple sword to jam my third knife and pierce my heart with force---- you can obviously break my Yan Hui directly with violence, but you have competed with me in skills." What a terrible person, always looking away, hum~ It's really unwilling----"