2233: C2233 War-chrysanthemum Monster(part I)

C2233 War-chrysanthemum Monster(part I)

The poisonous blade of the shadow assassin came from the bottom to the bottom, stabbing towards Lin Hao.0

Yin Leng's eyes flashed with excitement. His martial skill was called Backstab, aiming at the back. Even if the sixth grade martial spirit was not prepared for this attack, it would still have a broken back and die on the spot.

As the number one shadow assassin in Qiyuan Kingdom, Yin Leng had assassinated countless people. When the poisonous blade was thrust out, the seat and back would bloom at the same time. He had seen this scene a few times, and no one could block his Backstab.

Even Lin Hao could not.

After all, Yin Leng had never seen a seat of cultivator that could block his poisonous blade. This was an intermediate grade earth-grade weapon. How could an ordinary seat withstand it?

As for the Advanced chair? Who in the world would have a seat that surpassed a mid-grade yellow-grade item? Wasn't this the same as having nothing to do?

There was a hint of helplessness in Lin Hao's eyes. He could clearly feel the coldness coming from below, but even so, he remained indifferent. His calm expression remained the same from the beginning to the end.

How could Lin Hao put a mere back stab in his eyes? Putting aside the fact that this old man was as good as jade and had no flaws, even the seat below him was Yin Leng's nightmare.

"Middle Rank of Earth Class martial skill, Backstab! Lin Hao, take the chrysanthemum!!"

Yin Leng shot out from the shadow like a bolt of lightning. A green poisonous blade appeared in his hand and stabbed towards Lin Hao.

Everyone around Lin Hao, including Lin Hao, froze on the spot, as if they had not reacted at all.

Yin Leng sneered in his heart. He had seen this kind of scene countless times. After all, this kind of backstabbing method was his unique ultimate technique, the supreme technique among shadow assassins. He had never failed before. Every time, his hand would hit the chrysanthemum.

The poisonous blade quickly approached and stabbed towards Lin Hao's vital points. There was only a thin layer of Skeleton King between the two of them.

"Hahaha, bloom!"

Yin Leng was extremely excited as he stabbed out with his dagger!

Ding!

A clear sound rang out, reverberating throughout the entire battlefield for a long time.

Following the sound, there were also two broken blades, everything looked so touching...

Yin Leng looked at the broken dagger in his hand, completely stunned on the spot.

Broken? What did it mean?

This successful backstab attack was actually blocked by an inconspicuous non-mainstream seat? And it even broke the poison blade!

That's impossible, right? This old man's poison blade was at the Middle Rank of Earth Class. Under the support of such a powerful martial skill, it actually broke, and it was even broken by an ordinary chair?

Lin Hao could not bear it. He stuck his head out and said to Yin Leng, "Actually, this is a Royal Instrument. It's perfectly normal for that thing of yours to break. Don't worry."

"Royal Instrument? Go f * cking Royal Instrument! Who would be crazy enough to use a Royal Instrument as a seat!? Go to hell!"

Yin Leng collapsed on the spot. He would not dare to believe that this seat that seemed to be out of the norm was actually the legendary Royal Instrument!

What family was this? What was so special about having a mine at home? Using a Royal Instrument as a chair?

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Break for me!! ! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Yin Leng pulled out the other poisoned blade he had prepared and hid under the chair like a madman, stabbing Lin Hao under the chair. The scene almost went out of control.

Lin Hao facepalmed, sweat the size of beans dripping down his face. Lin Hao really wanted to remind Yin Leng that I am still sitting on top. You are huddled under this old man's chair, crazily twitching, and your mouth is still wide open...

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