417: Chapter 416: Dance of Death [Five Updates] 417: Chapter 416: Dance of Death [Five Updates] “Surround him and give him no chance to strike!”
Yun Ni shouted from the second floor, followed by nurous figures brandishing various weapons as they charged at Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s reaction speed was incredibly fast.
With a wave of his right hand, four Silver Needles were thrown in an instant, and two figures fell from mid-air.
However, there were too many ambushers, and losing only two n in a coordinated attack was within their acceptable losses.
Ning Fan’s speed drastically reduced as he abruptly gripped the dieval two-handed sword in his hand.
The finely crafted two-handed sword was like cutting through mud in the hands of others, but in Ning Fan’s grasp, it beca a lethal weapon.
Ning Fan swung the two-handed sword in his hand like a tornado sweeping through, instantly breaking the formation of the Yun Ci Guild’s special agent assassins.
With a snap, a man was bisected at the waist by Ning Fan.
The dried blood on Ning Fan’s body once again grew vivid, and like a blood-soaked war deity, Ning Fan transford into Asura, and a rain of blood began to pour inside the room.
Imdiately, Ning Fan had slain about ten people.
Yun Ni stood on the second floor, surrounded by the Yun Ci Guild’s top assassins.
They were waiting, waiting for the mont Ning Fan would show a weakness.
Even if they had to build up the opportunity with countless fresh blood and bones, they had to patiently wait.
Facing the long-renowned Asura, they dared not be careless.
“Yun Ni, you shouldn’t have given him a weapon; we’ve lost a bit too much,” ca a voice from an earpiece, it was Yalantes speaking.
Yun Ni smiled indifferently, his gaze unconcerned.
“Yalantes, you’re not scared, are you?
Moreover, even if I didn’t give him a weapon, could it have stopped him?
Just wait, it’ll be a one-hit kill!”
Yun Ni’s voice was full of confidence, and his assurance inflated the morale of those around him.
Their fighting spirit surged once again, and facing the slaughter by Ning Fan, they rushed forward as if on stimulants, heedless of their own lives.
The people below were the elites of the Yun Ci Guild.
Although they were not as skilled as Yun Ni and the others on the second floor, they were still considered experts.
Yet even these experts, together, had no power against Ning Fan.
Ning Fan’s hair had been dyed red, and it was uncertain whether his wet locks were soaked with sweat or blood.
As the number of his slain climbed, he was completely drenched in red.
Blood fluttered in the air, and with the blood and bones of mortals, Ning Fan built a throne befitting Asura, the corpses piling into a mountain.
The murderous aura around Ning Fan was dense and icy, as if it had beco a tangible aura influencing the minds of those who approached him.
“I don’t want to waste ti, co at together!” Ning Fan laughed wildly, and the battlefield’s Asura once again revealed his unique Fang, an odor of blood that inspired fear and irresistible fascination.
Ning Fan’s aura beca increasingly terrifying, and Yun Ni on the second floor couldn’t help but frown.
The pile of thirty-so corpses was shocking, and Ning Fan’s power step by step defeated these so-called elite agents and assassins.
Clang!
Ning Fan’s two-handed sword had broken, but as if he hadn’t noticed, he continued to swing the Broken Sword in his hand, his hair fluttering, with blood dripping from the tips.
“Is this all you’ve got?” Ning Fan stood atop a pile of corpses, extending his completely red-stained right hand, revealing a scarlet tongue tip that gently licked the back of his hand.
A daunting smile gradually appeared on Ning Fan’s cold face, his smile, along with his blood-drenched figure, creating a peculiarly beautiful image.
This image was profoundly shocking, the intimidating smile caused the assassins of the Yun Ci Guild to watch him in terror.
He is Asura, an Asura that crawled out of Hell.
You cannot judge him by common sense…
Involuntarily, everyone recalled this evaluation.
As for who had said it, that no longer mattered.
If they didn’t stop Ning Fan, unless everyone died, his massacre would continue.
Blood was flowing on Ning Fan’s body, indistinguishable whether it was his own or others’.
Had the people of Yun Ci Guild inflicted any harm on Ning Fan?
The answer was yes.
It was evident from the clothes on his body, with those neat and smooth cuts, and the fierce, bright wounds inside them.
Didn’t that prove it?
It’s just that Ning Fan didn’t care, he had already forgotten the pain.
“Kill him,” Yun Ni’s excited voice watched Ning Fan, gripping the handrail, barely restraining himself from charging down to engage Ning Fan.
Because of Yun Ni’s command, dozens more flooded into the hall again.
Ning Fan tossed away the Broken Sword in his hand, made his hands into claws, and directly charged towards the crowd.
Bang bang bang!
A killer wielding a Gunblade watched Ning Fan charging towards him with a face full of terror.
He frenziedly pulled the trigger, trying to stop Ning Fan’s movent.
“Gunblades aren’t supposed to be used like this!” Ning Fan punched the man’s head into a pulp, then snatched the pair of Gunblades from his hands.
The feast of slaughter started once more, Ning Fan’s dance of death was blooming.
Bang bang bang, gunshots, deaths, sprays of blood burst on people’s bodies, and Ning Fan’s Gunblades showed the posture they were ant to have.
Thud!
Soone stabbed Ning Fan in the ribs, and his expression shifted slightly.
Overco by severe pain, Ning Fan turned his head to look.
Yun Ni maintained the pose of his Rapier, looking at Ning Fan with a cold gaze.
“A one-strike kill?” Ning Fan asked, using True Qi to force the opponent’s blade out of his body.
Yun Ni’s face was solemn; his strike ant to kill had failed!
“I’ve lost, but you’re still going to die!” Yun Ni retracted his sword, leaped, and returned to the second floor.
Ning Fan cracked a smile, his eyes looking at Yun Ni contained a hint of appreciation and an unmistakable intent to kill.
“Be careful, the mont there’s a chance, I’ll attack just like I did before.”
Yun Ni sheathed his long sword, at the sa ti, he took off the earpiece from his ear and crushed it into powder with one hand.
Ning Fan shook his head and sneered: “You’re quite an odd one, but I don’t dislike people like you.
It’s a pity though…”
Yun Ni nodded and explained, “Because even if I don’t say it, you already know.
I’m just soone who can’t keep his mouth shut, so I hope Asura doesn’t bla .
And although my thods are a bit despicable, please die.”
With a snicker, Ning Fan laughed again as fresh blood continuously flowed from the wound in his rib area.
Ning Fan once again took the stance of the Gun Fighting Technique.
Facing the assassins of Yun Ci Guild, the killing intent on his body seed to condense into a physical form once again.
In a trance, many saw a murky dark red aura emanating from Ning Fan’s body.
“It’s a pity you chose wrong, it’s a pity you provoked the wrong person, it’s a pity your lives had to end this way!”
Three consecutive ‘pities’, and a wistful smile appeared on Ning Fan’s face.
“Do everything one can and leave the rest to fate.
My dear Asura, words are pointless.
The sa as before, please die here tonight.”
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