Chapter 307 (1/2)

”It seems that you don't have much time left. You still have a minute, or half a minute?”

Slowly opened his eyes, Ningluo looked at Hewitt jokingly.

He understood the principle of blood clan mind reading and how to deal with it.

In his opinion, the most difficult thing to see through in the world is the people's heart. Even if the blood clan is strong, it is impossible to really understand other people's psychology.

Everything is just a natural sixth sense plus the capture of the opponent's movements and looks.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul. Through the eyes, one can read one's heart.

In front of him, Hewitt judged his moves by observing his eyes and face, and then cooperating with the sixth sense.

He closed his eyes, chose to be expressionless, and used divine consciousness instead of five senses, so he had no tricks.

Ninlo figured this out five minutes ago, and the facts proved that what he thought was also correct.

”Hum! Even for a minute, I can take your life! ”

Hewitt stared at Ningluo. He didn't understand why a second-class friar had such strong combat power, as if he had opened the door.

Immortal Xiaoqiang, the more you fight, the stronger you are?

”I'm afraid you'll die at the last minute.”

With a cold face, Ning Luo snorted and slowly closed his eyes.

”You always attacked before, and then I attacked.”

Before the voice fell, Ning Luo's foot stepped on the nine palaces and eight trigrams and had already attacked out.

”Arrogant, close your eyes and want to kill me, dreaming“

Hewitt snorted coldly, and soon his toes were light, and the man had swept out obliquely.

However, when he rose into the air, his face suddenly changed.

Ning Luo, who had also rushed to his previous position, forcibly turned his direction halfway and came straight to his oblique direction.

”How?”

Seeing this, Hewitt suddenly changed his face. However, it was difficult for others to borrow strength in the air. He could only bite his teeth and stab out a short sword to resist Ningluo's attack.

At this time, Ning Luo brushed his right hand and his left hand out of thin air. Several more daggers were thrown into the air to Hewitt.

”That's all you want to kill me?”

Hewitt let out a roar and his dagger jingled.

All the daggers that Ningluo shot were blocked by his grid.

At the same time, others have landed.

But when his body fell, there was a sudden sharp pain behind him, and he was frozen in place.

Slowly turning back, a dagger was directly inserted into the back of the heart, and the red blood flowed out.

”How... How is it possible?”

Hewitt could not believe his eyes. His throat wriggled a few times and made the last few sounds. His body more than 1.9 meters tall turned into a pile of ashes and slowly collapsed.

Until his death, he didn't know where the knife behind him was inserted.

Hewitt didn't know how he died, but the Muse who had been sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight nearby saw it clearly.

Ningluo first threw out several daggers as bait, which made Hewitt mistakenly think it was the main attack move, so he used a short sword to block it.

The flying dagger was hit again and again by the boy with several other daggers in mid air, changed the track again and again, and finally shot at Hewitt's heart.

It's no exaggeration to say that the boy set Hewitt up and killed him.

At the moment, the Muse's face lost his previous banter and playfulness.

Although he has a competitive relationship with Hewitt, he is, after all, a capable veteran of the elders.