Chapter 417 – The Strike That Is the Sum of the Assassins Life (2/2)

Zhu Luo's phantasm suddenly began to give off a blinding light, its edges faintly showing signs of damage.

And on the other end of the street, Zhu Luo's abdomen had actually become a mess of mutilated flesh.

He had silently followed Chen Changsheng and Su Li for several weeks and then in that previous moment suddenly exploded forth, causing Chen Changsheng to be drenched in blood. Only when Zhu Luo appeared on the scene had he finally revealed his true goal. He had not come to kill someone, but to protect.

This strike of his was perfect in every aspect, whether in terms of calculation or anything else.

It could be said that this strike was the sum of Liu Qing's life as an assassin.

It was a very bizarre strike, a very dazzling strike, a very patient strike, a very frightening strike.

This attack was so terrifyingly powerful that it was difficult to imagine.

But…it was still not enough to kill Zhu Luo.

Because this sort of perfection was still only the perfection of humans.

And of experts like Zhu Luo after they stepped into the Divine Domain, you could say that they were already inhuman!

Before the angry howl had ceased, it suddenly became a clear whistle, cold and solitary like the bright moon over the snowy plains.

Zhu Luo's phantasm in the onrush of the pouring rain seemed to waver, but it never scattered.

In the next moment, a ghostly sword suddenly appeared in the phantasm's hand.

The sword was sent stabbing towards Su Li.

Su Li emotionlessly looked at this sword. At some point, his right hand had come to rest on the handle of the Yellow Paper Umbrella.

For people like him, even if they no longer had the strength to battle, they would still like to die fighting.

It was probably this sort of meaning.

After Liu Qing made his attack, he could no longer hold on and tumbled down into the rain.

Blood spurted out of his body and face.

He was no longer capable of doing anything more.

Zhu Luo's sword had come, beautiful and desolate.

Because he was truly angry.

He was determined to kill Su Li. No matter who blocked him, they would die together with Su Li.

Suddenly, a dragon roar could faintly be heard on the stormy street.

Or perhaps it was a dragon cry.

Chen Changsheng was still on the scene.

Just when Zhu Luo was preparing to throw him to the street corner, Liu Qing's sword had come.

So he had fallen on the street.

The Dragoncry dagger was in his hands.

He stepped into the water and rose up, his dagger soaring upwards.

His attack was the dragon cry.

His dagger met Zhu Luo's sword.

The real Dragoncry dagger met with the unreal moonlight sword.

Comparing sword with sword, there was not much difference. The Dragoncry dagger could even be considered stronger.

But the difference in the people using the swords was truly too great.

Noiselessly, that illusory sword, like moonlight illuminating the snowy plains, easily overcame the edge of the Dragoncry dagger and continued forward.

And then, it was actually blocked by the dagger sheath.