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The woman in white could only use the black dagger in her hand to block the incoming blade. With a crisp "clang" sound, the black dagger collided with the blade.

The woman in white could not withstand the force of the collision and cried out in pain. She fell to her knees, blood spurting out from her hands as she collapsed to the ground.

After the King of Hell chopped down the woman in white, he placed the blade on her neck, then grinned at her and said, "Right now, you are kowtowing and begging me. This young master will spare your life!"

She lowered her head and glanced at the wound on her hand. The corner of her lips curled as she said indifferently: "Right now, in your hands, my skills are inferior, if you want to kill me, you can do so! If you want to do it, just do it!" There's no point talking any further. Let's fight! "

Hearing this woman's words, the King of Hell's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of doubt. Many years ago, he had said those words from a boy, and at that time, he was also facing death, calm and collected!

The King of Hell said emotionally, "Do you really want to die that badly? You don't want to take this chance even if you have the chance to live? "

The woman in white suddenly laughed: "As an assassin, I have long ignored life and death. From the moment I stepped on this road, I knew that there would be such a day, sooner or later. It's better for me to die happily in your hands than to be captured, tortured, and then die!" "Let's do it!"

After saying that, the woman in white actually raised her head and drew a line on the blade of Yama's longsword. As she did so, a drop of dark red blood dripped down the blade.

Seeing that streak of blood, the corner of the King of Hell's eyes twitched. He had already killed countless people, and the blood he had seen before should have flowed into a meandering river, but tonight, that streak of blood was so eye-piercing. It was as if the blood was flowing not from the woman, but from his own neck.

This kind of feeling made the King of Hell's heart flustered. Why did such a feeling appear? Was it because of what she had said before? Or did she have a shadow of herself on her body?

His doubts were churning endlessly inside his heart. The long blade that should have been chopping down happily was actually somewhat heavy at this moment. Should he kill or not?

In the end, the shining cold saber slowly moved away from the woman's neck, and the long blade slowly returned to its sheath. With a "click", the blade returned to its previous calm state.

The King of Hell coldly said to the woman, "Scram! If you, a scoundrel who only knows how to sneak attack, were to use this blade to kill you, you will be sullying this blade! "

After saying this, the King of Hell prepared to leave. Looking at the figure of the King of Hell preparing to leave, the woman smiled sadly. Then she said loudly, "If you don't kill me tonight, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"

After the King of Hell heard this, his body paused for a moment. Then, he continued to walk forward and leisurely said, "To me, you're already a dead man. A dead man won't make anyone regret!"

The fallen leaf landed in front of the woman. At this moment, the autumn wind blew Xuan'er's hair, causing her bun to be blown apart. The cloth on her head actually split into two, and a strand of black hair accompanied the cloth as it fell in front of the woman!

Looking at the square handkerchief that was split into two, the woman's eyes were filled with fear. That's right, she was already a dead woman to him.

However, at the last moment, the enemy had stopped. He had kept his life, and the handkerchief had been neatly separated from him. It had been cut off by the saber's energy.

"Hehehe …" As she let out a mournful laugh, the fierce look in her eyes slowly disappeared, and was replaced by a soulless, empty look.

"I am dead. Yes, I am dead in his eyes!" The woman in white took off the white cloth covering her face, revealing a very exquisite face. If her face was exposed, it would attract many men's admiration.

She put away the mask and smiled playfully. She said to the place that the King of Hell left: "As an assassin I am indeed dead, but as a woman I am still alive!" I said that I would make you regret it, so I will definitely make you regret it! "

After saying this, the woman's body disappeared in a flash. After she had disappeared for a long time, the black-clothed person who had met with the King of Hell slowly walked out from the shadows.

He looked at the place where the King of Hell left and sighed. "I didn't expect you to be so heartless, but you still kept him alive. I hope you can resolve this yourself! "

After saying so, the man in black slowly sank back into the darkness. After the King of Hell let go of the woman, his expression was sometimes fierce, sometimes cold, and sometimes indifferent.

Right now, his thoughts were moving back and forth. Those thoughts contained the urge to turn around and kill the woman, the coldness to treat her as a dead person, and the indifference to let him do as he pleased.

Following the change in his thoughts, the expression on his face kept changing. In the end, the King of Hell's lips curled up into a weird smile. He mumbled to himself, "Oh god, oh god, do you really regret this?" This is the first time I have let someone retrieve their life from under your blade! "

Then, the King of Hell shook his head and sighed, "Sigh … Killing people is nothing compared to killing them. To that assassin just now, her person is still alive. Her heart has already been killed by me. There's no need to kill her anymore!"

After saying that, the King of Hell remained silent as he walked home with an indifferent expression.

When he returned to the courtyard, he discovered that Liu Yun was waiting for him there, which made him very surprised.

Seeing him enter, Liu Yun saw that he was covered with wounds, so he quickly went closer and asked: "Are you alright? Where did you go this late at night? "How did you get covered in injuries?"