What If I Can’t Die?

A cold light emerged from the darkness first, stabbing at Song Shi's temple from the most tricky angle.

Song Shi still lowered his head and read the book seriously, as if he didn't notice it at all.

The assassin instinctively sensed that something was wrong, it was too easy.

But he had no choice but to continue, what if this person was really careless?

Click!

Like being stabbed by a rock, his head was broken open with difficulty, and finally penetrated successfully.

The skull was hard, but the brain was fragile. The magic weapon pierced into Song Shi's temple released power and shattered the inside into a paste.

Song Shi fell to the ground on the spot, dead completely.

The other assassin who was about to attack saw that his companion was going so smoothly, so he didn't rush out again.

The monk who killed Song Shi looked at the corpse on the ground in surprise: "Is this dead?"

As soon as the words fell, Song Shi's body disappeared.

"Your strike is quick and accurate, not bad."

On a big tree next to him, Song Shi appeared, looking down at the assassin whose whole figure melted into the darkness.

The latter was like a frightened poisonous snake, twisting and dodging away, for fear that Song Shi would take the opportunity to fight back.

Falling under a tree on the opposite side, the assassin on the bright side revealed a sinister look, and sneered: "Hmph, you are really good at running for your life, as the intelligence said, and this didn't even kill you."

brush!

A black shadow sprang out from Song Shi's side, a faint cold light streaked across his neck, and with a puff, he forcibly cut off his head.

On the blood-spitting head, Song Shi's face was calm, without any panic of being attacked, he smiled faintly: "One bright and one dark, if the bright one fails, it can attract my attention and give Anzi a second chance to assassinate , really good."

An Zi, who had cut off Song Shitou's head, changed his expression, nodded in the void, and suddenly stepped on his hind legs to avoid Song Shi.

It's a pity that there was no counterattack. It seemed that he was frightened and overly vigilant.

Song Shi still looked calm, his headless body fell down, and disappeared in mid-air before it landed.

Soon, an intact Song Shi appeared between the two.

The pupils of the two assassins, light and dark, shrank, and their best cooperation did not kill this person, and it will be more difficult next time.

They looked at each other and stepped back solemnly.

If the assassination fails, the next step is to do it clearly.

As for giving up the mission, they haven't considered it yet.

"Which faction do you belong to, Ye Family? Tianmo Sect or Vajra Sect?"

Song Shirao asked with interest.

"Wuji, someone paid a lot of money to take your dog's life, it seems that it is really not easy to kill."

The cultivator who made the move in the open snorted and reported his origin.

"The Promise?"

To Song Shi's surprise, this is an organization of killers, they do things whenever they are offered, and are active in the whole continent, but usually they rarely take action, and this is the first time he has encountered it.

The biggest feature of this organization is that it likes to act in the open and in the dark. There are bright hands and dark hands, and it is impossible to guard against.

"Old ghost in blood, if you can stop us two again, today's business will not be done!"

The dark hand's figure suddenly faded and disappeared into the night.

"I didn't expect that the first batch of people who came to kill me turned out to be the killer organization."

Song Shi sighed, "It's true that money can turn ghosts around. How much am I worth now?"

He wondered if he could kill himself once, and went to collect the reward.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones!"

Mingshou didn't hide anything, "Kill you, we can save ten years of work!"

"It's so valuable, I'm a little moved."

Song Shi was stunned. This price can buy a top-quality magic weapon, which is enough for some people to give it a try.

"So I still have to borrow your head to use it."

The bright killer became erratic, approaching like a wisp of smoke.

It can be seen that even if the opponent is fighting head-on, he has used quite strange movements.

Song Shi watched quietly, neither prepared nor retreated.

Grain weed

Even mana has not been used at all, let alone the power of the spirit body.

This instead sent the killer down, circling around Song Shi, not daring to kill him right away.

Song Shi sneered: "What are you afraid of, why don't I give you a chance?"

The green smoke dispersed suddenly, and there was a **** hole between Song Shi's eyebrows.

Killing Song Shi easily, the killer was not happy at all.

It's the third time!

It was too easy for this person to let them kill him.

"Be careful, this guy's methods are very strange, and now we should kill only his special clone!"

An Zi reminded him that he was ready to attack at any time.

That being said, after that, they killed Song Shi many times, but they still didn't resist.

The two were a little skeptical about life.

After working as killers for many years, this was the first time they encountered this situation.

In normal times, those assassinated by them would either panic, fight back angrily, or turn around and run away.

Where is there someone like this standing here for them to kill?

It was too easy, too easy to feel uneasy.

They never imagined that Song Shi was using them to increase the number of deaths until they couldn't kill themselves.

Ten times, twenty times... a hundred times.

The two of them took turns freezing their hands, each time directly attacking the vital point.

Even so, they find it difficult to kill.

This guy's body is too hard, like a magic weapon.

Every time you want to break through your body and attack the vital points, you have to spend a lot of energy.

After such a simple killing, they were a little out of breath.

But Song Shi still stood there, allowing them to attack.

Even after each kill, this person didn't change his position, he just kept reviving his body.

"It has been repeated so many times, what is going on, can't you kill it?"

"We're not hallucinating, are we?"

The two looked at each other, a little suspicious.

They didn't want to believe that Song Shi couldn't die, and they couldn't find any reasonable explanation, so they couldn't help turning to illusions and illusions.

This kind of strange situation that does not conform to common sense can only appear in the illusion.

"I don't feel like I'm under an illusion, do you?"

"Me neither. It's impossible for two people to be hit at the same time, right?"

"Could it be an illusion?"

"Fart, I'm sure I'm real!"

As the man spoke, he actually showed suspicion. He felt that the other party had been transformed by himself in an illusion.

The real scene is definitely not like this~www.wuxiahere.com~ Maybe the two are fighting each other, or attacking the surrounding stones, vegetation or even the air.

"What are you two doing? Keep coming?"

Song Shi saw the two muttering, and said impatiently: "Your attacks are very fierce, continue."

Professionally trained killers are different. Although their cultivation base is not much higher than him, their attack power is very strong.

These two are like assassins in the game, who can deal fatal damage according to his shortcomings.

"It seems that it may really be an illusion. How can anyone just wait for death and die so many times without success?"

"This must be an illusion!"

Both of them no longer believed what they saw, and turned around to try to retreat.

"It's true, what are you running for?"

Song Shi was speechless, this was the first time he met him, because Han killed him too many times, he thought he was hallucinating.