The Line Between Death and Life

Chuu!

A cold black light rushed toward Jian Wushuang as a terrifying aura directly locked onto him.

Naturally, it was from the second purple-masked assassin.

This purple-masked assassin had been hiding in the dark. He did not intend to show himself, but he never expected that things would go this way.

Two teams of the Blood Shadow had joined the fight. Jian Wushuang killed four of them in only a moment, but the Blood Shadow teams had not even managed to touch his shadow.

Then the first purple-masked assassin had fought against Jian Wushuang in person. The result was that he was defeated and sprawled out in a huge hole near Jian Wushuang. It was even uncertain whether he was alive or dead.

He had no choice but to show himself.

"One more? Get lost!" Jian Wushuang roared and angerly hacked his Triple-kill Sword toward the second purple-masked assassin with a steam of scorching and fiery sword essence of Raging Fire.