"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh … …"
From the wall next to him, people kept flashing out. That's right, they drilled out from the wall, not jumped down from the wall, nor did they jump out from behind the wall.
These people were obviously experts in Escape Technique. To be able to hide in the wall without being discovered by Du Feng and Mo Ziren, the level of their Escape Technique was not ordinary. Because these two people were experts in actual combat, especially Mo Ziren, who was an assassin himself, usually relied on Escape Technique to hide and kill people.
An assassin who was good at Escape Technique must also be good at Reverse Escape Technique. But even so, before they appeared, Mo Ziren still did not discover anything, just subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
Of course, these people were also very careful. They did not wait for Du Feng to lean against the wall before they made their move. Although the distance was closer, it was easier to be discovered.
They chose to attack Du Feng with the manservant, causing him to be distracted. This timing was just right.
"Be careful, it's the Soul Chasing Crossbow!"
Du Feng was just about to make his move, when Mo Ziren suddenly reminded him. Because he was too familiar with this weapon, it was the Soul Chasing Crossbow that he was good at. He did not know why, but these assassins all had a Soul Chasing Crossbow on their arm.
This small crossbow only needed to be tied to the forearm and directly fired. There was no need to deliberately hold it up. In this way, it could greatly shorten the firing time and play a good role in sneak attacks.
The Soul Chasing Crossbow was silent and specialized in attacking people's Spiritual Consciousness. Once the crossbow shot into the Sea of Consciousness, it may lead to schizophrenia and dementia. At the very least, it would make people stunned for a moment, and they would miss the best opportunity to attack. Once they missed the best opportunity, they would die in the next moment.
Frankly speaking, if it were not for Mo Ziren's reminder, Du Feng might not have noticed this. Because he could not distinguish the difference between the Soul Chasing Crossbow and an ordinary crossbow.
But it did not matter, because he was still afraid of Spiritual Consciousness attacks. First of all, his Spiritual Consciousness was relatively strong, and Du Tulong lived in his Sea of Consciousness. Any Spiritual Consciousness attack that entered his Sea of Consciousness was really like a stone sinking into the sea, it could not even make a wave.
Therefore, Du Feng did not dodge. Instead, he stood there in a daze.
Oh no! Du Feng was stunned, and Mo Ziren thought that he had fallen into someone's trap. He quickly rushed forward with his dagger.
The assassins were the complete opposite of Mo Ziren. When they saw that Du Feng was stunned, they felt that their chance had come. So he quickly approached Du Feng and slashed at his throat.
Assassins fought differently from ordinary people. They liked to use crossbows from afar, flying needles from mid-range, and daggers from close-range. Generally, martial artists preferred to use flying swords or flying swords for long distances, Void Breaking Fist Techniques for medium distances, and Fist Techniques for short distances.
In fact, Du Feng didn't quite understand why they didn't use other methods and insisted on using the dagger to slit his neck at close range. He could only create an opportunity for himself.
When the killers got close, he suddenly stretched out his hands. Everything happened without any warning. Just a moment ago, the killers thought that he was hit by the Soul Chasing Arrow and couldn't move, but in the next moment, ten sharp weapons stabbed at him.
The biggest advantage of the ten-finger sword technique was that he didn't need to take out a weapon to display the power of a weapon. Moreover, his fingers became as hard and sharp as a sword. Even if it collided with a sharp weapon, he wouldn't be afraid.
"Ding ding … ding ding …"
The four killers in front quickly used their daggers to block. It had to be said that their reaction was very fast. Unfortunately, they had a common weakness, which was that they were fast but not strong enough.
Du Feng's ten-finger sword technique wasn't just fast. Most importantly, it was very strong. He directly blocked their daggers and forcefully pushed them back. It returned to the killer's chest and then stabbed in again.
"Puchi, puchi …"
The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was very soft. If one didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't be able to hear it. This was because killers never wore hard armor in order to ensure speed. It was also because of this that their chests were pierced.
Aiya. Du Feng suddenly felt that something was wrong. After his fingers stabbed into the killer's body, he couldn't pull them out.
That's right, the four killers used their internal organs and bones to squeeze his fingers, making it impossible for him to pull them out.
"Go to hell!"
At the same time, the attendant suddenly charged forward. Despite his cowardly performance previously, he was still so ferocious at this moment. He flung the dagger in his hand toward Du Feng's chest.
The dagger glowed with an eerie green glow. With a single look, it was clear that it had been soaked in poison for a long time. Based on the previous battle with Poison Master Mu, they knew that Du Feng wasn't afraid of poison. So, why would they still use the poison dagger against him?
"Be careful, it's poisonous!"
Du Tulong immediately warned Du Feng that he mustn't receive the poison dagger with his body. As it was a poison concocted by a Half-Saint, even he wasn't able to neutralize it immediately.
To be more precise, it was a poison squeezed out from the poison sac of a Half-Saint elder of the Poison Dragons. Even though it wasn't concocted using several hundred types of poison, it was far more potent than those complicated poisons.
A Half-Saint poison would require at least a Half-Saint antidote pill to neutralize, and it had to be tailored to the problem.
Of course, Du Feng wouldn't be so foolish as to receive the dagger with his body, but at this moment, it was already too late for him to retract his hand. What should I do? Do I have to kick it? He thought of wrapping his leg with golden dragon scales and kicking the poison dagger away with the tip of his foot. But even so, the risk was too great.
Mo Ziren really wanted to help Zhang Xuan, but he was being held back by the other two assassins. The other two assassins were roughly on par with him in terms of strength, and their movements were similar as well. More importantly, they had one more assassin than him.
Even if Mo Ziren were to exert all of his strength, he was still unable to free himself from them. As such, he was unable to help Du Feng at all.
At this moment, a shadow flashed behind Du Feng. Then, he saw something that looked like a whip whipping away the poisonous dagger that was flying towards him.
After being whipped away, the poison dagger pierced into the wall by the side, and with a loud explosion, a huge cloud of yellowish-green poisonous smoke rose into the air.
Si … Upon seeing this sight, Du Feng gasped in shock. The other party was really going all out in order to kill him. Not only did the dagger contain a Half-Saint poison, but it could also explode. If it had really pierced his chest, his internal organs would have been blown to pieces.
Even if it had exploded on his leg, it wouldn't have mattered. He couldn't let it get close at all. It was no wonder that a gentle brush earlier could leave a dent in the golden dragon scales.
Fortunately, he had removed that layer of scales. Otherwise, the poison might have invaded his body, and even Du Tulong wouldn't have been able to neutralize it.
As expected of the Holy Dragon City. He had encountered such a powerful opponent as soon as he arrived. He really didn't dare to be careless.
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