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[Golden Land Dispute]: Behind the Conspiracy Volume 3 Chapter 42

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    The black iron sword made a false slash, and the sword body threw out a string of tiny blood beads in the air.  Looking at the corpses lying on the ground all around, a nauseating pungent smell lingered like a curse, and Cohen felt that the evil in his heart was aroused and ready to move again.  Returning the sword to its sheath, Cohen looked up at the black figure who had remained neutral during the fight. He didn't understand the monster's position and identity, and couldn't find a suitable opening sentence for a while.  "For you, what does killing mean?" A soft and confusing voice sounded, and the black shadow floated closer: "Seeing that your killing method is skillful and precise, without any sloppiness, it seems that in your heart  There is also a desire for killing, right? ""I'm not a madman, I'm not bloodthirsty." Cohen denied the black shadow's evaluation, and at the same time reminded himself with his remaining sanity.  "Not bloodthirsty?" The black shadow chuckled: "Then what did I just see? The Divine Blessing Knight's sword stabs the person's vitals, but it does not kill him immediately. He wants the other person to die in pain and fear Isn't this  Are you enjoying the fun of killing? "Kongyou's voice is like the red lips of a beautiful woman, which makes people's will soft and intoxicated. This voice kisses Cohen's nerves one by one.  The faint echo is like a dream, so charming that you want to indulge in it forever.  "I think" A weird smile appeared on Cohen's face: "I don't need to explain to you what's on my mind." "It's human nature to pursue enjoyment. When something doesn't satisfy you, you can naturally do it.  Go pursue something else; when killing one person doesn't satisfy you, you can kill more" Heiying continued: "Pursue your true self, this is a wonderful life." " Heiying's words.  Too revealing.  Cohen's heart was already full of emotions.  As soon as these urgent words came out, Cohen's mind became clearer.  "Do it!" Cohen tried to free his mind from the influence of the shadow: "You mean, I was born to kill?" "Is there any difference?" The shadow sighed in a regretful tone: "Kill or not?  How can it be your turn to choose? " "I can't choose, you mean you have the right?" Cohen tightened his grip on the sword: "What do you have?  What right is there to dictate to me? ""There is a force much more powerful than you in this world, whether you admit it or not, it has existed before eternity and will continue until eternity." The erratic voice reached deep into Cohen's heart.  The already emotionally agitated mind became even more unstable: "If you want to survive, if you want to do whatever you want - you must obey this power, and I am this power." The soft words echoed in my ears, and there was something hidden in them.  The message made Cohen uneasy. His head felt swollen and numb, as if something was expanding, and his body also experienced chills.  "You? Youare nothing!" Unable to bear it, Cohen drew out his sword and pushed towards the shadow, but every time he took a step closer to the shadow.  He felt his body getting weaker and weaker.  "You don't even know any details about me, so you want to do something rude to me?" The shadow said mockingly: "You are not only reckless. You are also short-sighted." Cohen groaned, and his body  It was tilted, as if a very heavy object was pressing on him.  "Kneel down! Ignorant person." The black shadow's tone became stern: "Repent to me, beg me, swear allegiance to me!" "Kneel down to you? You are dreaming." The weight on the body is rapidly increasing.  Increasingly, Cohen reluctantly supported the weight with his fighting spirit. Although he knew in his heart that he could not compete with the black shadow with his current strength, he said with difficulty: "As a man, I, of course, must be proud of the world!"  A pitiful and insignificant person, you still want to be proud of the world?" The shadow laughed, and his body shook: "I have to be careful, otherwise you will also be proud of me, right?" "Youdon't let me fall.  In my hands" Although his whole body was trembling, Cohen still raised his head stubbornly: "I will put you in a dilemma of life and death!" Upon hearing Cohen's words, the black shadow's shaking body froze.  in the air.  After a moment of silence, the black shadow replied lightly: "I would like to try to see how I will fall into your hands." "Youyou cantry it!" "Forget it! Just a little joke, God bless you.  The knight took it seriously." The shadow raised his hand magnanimously, and the pressure on Cohen suddenly disappeared. The unprepared Cohen took a few steps back and fell to the ground involuntarily.  Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, a stream of slightly sweet liquid surged into his throat. Cohen was cruel and swallowed the blood, staring at his opponent with an unprecedented vicious look.  "Such a look, in your heartHave you started to hate me?  "As if something alarmed her, the black shadow raised his head and looked deep into the woods: "It seems that we have to talk again later.  " After saying that, the black shadow waved his hand again, and a lavender light curtain enveloped Cohen, who was breathing heavily. When the light curtain dissipated, Cohen's face almost returned to normal - this was the recovery magic of the superior. "Same as before.  , the person who comes has nothing to do with me.  "The black shadow stopped its hand and floated into the air, as if watching the fun. Holding back the pain that had not dissipated in his body, Cohen stood up with his sword and pestle. He glanced at the black shadow in the air from the corner of his eyes.  A strange look flashed across his face. A long whistle sounded in the dense forest, and a whistle sounded in the direction behind Cohen. In an instant, whistles of different lengths echoed in all directions, and it was very lively.  . Cohen knew he was in a bad situation¡ªhe was surrounded. ¡°Can he get out?  "The black shadow looked down at him calmly: "When you can't hold on any longer, shout, 'My Lord!  ¡¯ I will come to your rescue.  " "Maybe in the next moment, maybe there will never be a chance.  "Cohen snorted: "Just wait!  " "I just like your personality.  The shadow smiled: "You are worthy of my redemption."  " "Bullshit.  "Cohen adjusted his weapon and looked at a figure leaping out of the dense forest. The man stopped twenty arms away from Cohn and released a large lighting magic. The bright light illuminated the open space. Especially the corpses of the previous warriors.  Conspicuous. This man has a thin body and pale skin. His hands are skinny and skinny. Only a pair of small eyes appear to be alive, which looks casual.  Plug it into the belt behind your back. ¡°It¡¯s you.  "After a long while, the visitor's eyes narrowed to a thin slit before he opened his eyes slightly and said one sentence: "A team fell into your hands. You are a tough guy.  " "Fuck you!  Why are you peeing and taking photos of yourself? How dare you pretend to be handsome in front of this young master!  " I was robbed by Cohen. The muscles on the face of the visitor couldn't help twitching, but this person should know his own weight in his heart. It's not good to advance or retreat at the same time. He was stunned on the spot holding the hilt of the sword, and he was full of confidence.  He was so shocked that he no longer had the same arrogance as when he was whistling. He didn't move, but Cohen moved his black iron sword before he raised his hand and stabbed him, and he jumped over the distance of twenty arms in two steps.  Suddenly, the sword scabbard came to the skinny warrior - without even thinking about it, could he handle a character like Cohen alone? The warrior was so frightened that he jumped back and drew his two swords.  There was a muffled sound, and the warrior suffered a big loss, and his flying body suddenly accelerated and rolled backwards. Warriors who use this kind of one-handed sword are generally good at attacking but not very good at parrying. This is exactly what happened.  Only after a while can Cohen attack. In terms of combat effectiveness, this thin samurai is completely different from the team of rookies just now. If he is surrounded by such people, it will be a big trouble.  The samurai's sword flew out of his hand. Cohen took a few steps forward, jumped over, and kicked his spine. With a "click" of bones breaking, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the samurai's mouth. Cohen's arms were in mid-air.  One picture, like a nimble bird, its body quickly slipped into the dark night. ¡°Good job.  The black shadow floating in the sky chuckled softly: "Look at you running so fast, do you even want to get rid of me?"  "After saying this, the black shadow flashed in mid-air. A quarter of an hour later, the empty space that had returned to calm was once again illuminated by magic lights. Several guys with different shapes, weird costumes, and different faces stood  In the open space, he carefully looked at the corpses at his feet. Those corpses were using their wounds to report the target's strength, doing their last bit for their master. "There should be three Ye Xiao mercenary groups coming this time.  Search team?  "A fat man with a fleshy face smacked his lips and showed a look of regret: "How pitiful!  A whole team of people just went.  " After hearing this, a middle-aged man who was squatting on the ground inspecting the body raised his head, with a smile on his miserable face: "They are useless!  He deserves to die, but I feel sorry for your subordinate who had his back kicked off. It is not easy to train a first-class night detective!  " "Okay, okay.  "A charming woman next to her who was applying makeup under the magic light interrupted the two of them from taunting each other: "We are all neighbors who don't look up when they see each other. What's the fuss about Is it worth it to kill a few losers?  " "Sister Phoenix said it well.  ?The fat man said to the other party: "We have to unite as one and get the idea There are still more than a dozen mercenary groups and countless killers here, we can't let them take advantage!" "Ye  If the three major mercenary groups of Xiao, Phoenix, and Liuguang join forces, can others take the lead?" The charming woman put down her foundation and took the wooden comb from the hand of the equally charming lady: "We are not like those from the Sbia Empire!  "A few third-rate mercenary groups." "Our target this time, the killing method is really weird." The thin man sighed, straightened up, and was half taller than the fat man: "These two people have no scars on their bodies at all;  There was also a very strong man who was actually beaten to death by a punch. "The fat man was a little surprised by the news: "How do you know he was beaten to death with a fist?" "Could you use your 'thing' to hit a person's sternum?  Poke a hole as big as your fist?" A sincere smile appeared on the thin man's face: "If you can, I will obey your orders from now on." "You are kidding, who is going to poke it in Barren Mountain and Night Ridge?" The fat man replied,  A slightly obscene look lingered on the charming woman's body: "How about, Sister Phoenix" "I don't care, I'm just afraid of you! My body is not good enough." The charming woman turned around and smiled sweetly, flirting with the corners of her eyes.  Everyone: "What about the target's combat prowess! He is stronger, he is a general. Combat skills are practiced with swords and swords on the battlefield. Otherwise, his bounty would not be so large. Attracting more than twenty mercenaries  The group has joined." Fatty smiled flatteringly: "Sister Phoenix means" "We don't need to rush. Release the news of the target's appearance and the direction of escape according to the agreement, and let them go first!  , the target becomes more tired." The woman named Fenghuang adjusted her clothes and said, "It's a cold night, let's have a drink first to keep out the cold." "Okay! Whatever the girl says, I'll do it," the fat man replied loudly.  , turned to look at the thin man.  ¡°Spread the news, expand the search, and camp somewhere else.¡± The thin man carefully ordered his men.  He had to be cautious, the corpses all over the ground really made him nervous.  The dead men were dragged into the pit one by one and covered with mud Being a mercenary is your destiny. If you die, there will be nothing.  The tent to block the wind was pulled up, and the leaders of the three mercenary groups lit a bonfire, drinking and chatting absentmindedly.  Although we are determined to let other mercenary groups take the lead, the bounty for obtaining the target is too generous If we can succeed, even if it is divided among three temporary mercenary groups, each mercenary group can be disbanded immediately.  Let these members go home and retire.  "How far can our target escape in the middle of the night?" The thin man said uneasily: "It's already this time. Why haven't we received any news about the fighting ahead?" "Just wait! The news will come back." The fat man said  He hummed a few times and glanced at the woman next to him: "At worst, we can wait until dawn, and our own people can send back the news." "Yeah" I don't know if it was reflected by the bonfire or the red wine, but the charming woman's  His cheeks turned red: "The target's martial arts are very powerful. Why are you so anxious?" The thin man sighed and moved.  The true identity of the target has not been made public, only the leader of the mercenary group knows it.  Although this is an ancient tradition, it still makes sense. If everyone knew the identity of the target, most of the people in this "hunting" team might run away on the spot.  "Where's the winethe wine is gone." The fat man shook the wine can and shouted outside the tent: "Come here, serve the wine." The person serving the leader was outside. He should have responded immediately, but after waiting for a long time,  There was still silence outside.  "Where are the people!" The thin man jumped up from the ground with a startle, "Where are they all dead?!" Only the bonfire was still burning, and outside the tent, the world was dark and silent.  The fat man squinted his eyes, and the muscles on his face stood out. He touched his weapon with both hands and slowly stood up.  But the charming woman named "Phoenix" untied her belt with a slow movement, her eyes were misty, her face was filled with an expression of extreme longing, and she gasped from her two moist, bright red lips.  .  There was no sound outside the tent.  In the tent, two people, one fat and one thin, were breathing heavily, and there was an increasingly alluring female voice gasping. The atmosphere in the small tent gradually became weird.  "Who is that outside?" The thin man asked loudly: "Are you kidding the Night Owl Mercenary Group!" No one answered the thin man. He exchanged a look with the fat man, and the fat man nodded at the two cronies who stayed in the tent.  The cronies unsheathed their swords and took two steps forward., one on the left and one on the right, jumped out of the tent almost at the same time.  There was first a sharp sound of metal breaking through the air from the left side of the tent, and a vague object flew high into the sky - at the same time, there was the sound of feet landing on the right side of the tent.  Before the three people in the tent could react, a dull sound of flesh hitting the flesh was heard again. The mercenary's body with both feet on the ground flew back to the tent. His uncontrollable body rolled several times on the expensive carpet.  The fat man stopped at his feet - the mercenary's face collapsed, red and white flowing all over the floor.  "Do it!" The fat man shrank his feet and protected his chest with his sword and shield. His forehead was shiny with sweat.  The round object that flew into the sky spun and fell down, and several people were splashed with blood.  This time, even Phoenix temporarily stopped breathing. The leaders looked at each other and saw that they were all rolled over by the tip of the knife. All three of them understood that they had changed from the status of the hunter to the hunted.  "Stop hiding your head and showing your tail!" A mercenary who couldn't bear this fate shouted: "Come out and fight!" The answer was a dagger, which effortlessly pierced the tent and inserted into the throat of the shouter.  Blood dripped onto the hard mat outside the carpet. The shouting mercenary bent down, held his neck with one hand, and knelt towards his leader. Along the way, his body was moving strangely.  Twisting.  As soon as the thin man glanced at the injury, he knew that the opponent outside the tent was more cruel than him. This sharp dagger could kill him with one blow, but the opponent made the dagger a little crooked and only cut the blood vessels in his neck  He wants the people here to die, but he won't let them die happily!  With a kick to the end of the dagger handle, the thin man ended the subordinate's pain.  When the mercenary was still twitching unconsciously, when everyone's attention was attracted, a strange voice sounded in the tent.  "Killing and being killed, such fates are often linked together. Although it comes suddenly, this is life, and everyone must learn to adapt." The visitor closed his eyes lightly, raised his chin slightly, like  He was chasing the lingering trace of blood in the air, and the bonfire cast his shadow on the tent, extremely tall.  The visitor closed his eyes slightly and raised his chin slightly, as if he was looking for the aftertaste of blood in the air. The bonfire reflected his shadow on the tent, which was extremely tall.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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