Chapter 303 The Lost Wind Demon
A murderous intent as cold and piercing as the cold spring in the underworld seemed to pour down from the sky, rushing towards Hua Yu with endless pressure and fierce force.
Just after the space magic was cast for about a minute, the mysterious killer arrived quietly like a ghost.
Coming so quickly, are you eager to die?
The corners of Hua Yu's mouth rose slightly, outlining a faint smile.
Then, he hugged the little boy tightly in his arms, and with a flash of his body, he moved lightly to the side.
He still stood in the air, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his expression calm and composed, as if this sudden crisis was nothing more than a breeze to him.
"Uh-huh!!!"
A sharp whistle!
Immediately afterwards, a meteor dagger with a flashing cold light suddenly fell down and hit the wide square below the demon tower.
In an instant, dust flew, gravel splashed, and the dagger pierced deeply into the ground, directly piercing a shocking big hole in the bustling crowd.
Hua Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked carefully at the figure in a black hood and robe below through the dense smoke and dust.
Is this person the legendary humble craftsman?
A character who possesses special dark matter, is born with symbiotic abilities, and can dominate among high-level mages.
I have to admit that this humble craftsman does have some skills, but so what?
His opponent chose the wrong person after all!
"Take me to see that woman, and I might be able to spare your life." Bei Jiang exuded an evil aura and said to Hua Yu above him.
Many ordinary people gathered around the Demon Tower. However, Bei Jiang appeared here blatantly to commit the assassination, completely ignoring the fact that the Southern Kingdom Judgment Council was located right above his head.
You have to know how many masters there are in the entire Southern Magic Association and the Inquisition.
But in Beijiang's eyes, killing Hua Yu would only take a few minutes, and there was no time to wait for those masters to arrive.
Hua Yu ignored Bei Jiang directly, turned around and looked at the child in his arms with a smile, and said, "In the future, you must be a smart child, don't be as stupid as the uncle down there, understand?"
The little boy, who had been a little distraught due to the fright, instantly lost most of his fear when he looked up and saw the smiling and extremely kind big brother in front of him.
Although he was too young to fully understand the meaning of his older brother's words, for some reason he believed in his heart that every word his older brother said was correct.
As for the weird uncle with a ferocious face below, he must be a complete fool!
"Looking for death!" said the humble craftsman with a gloomy face.
It is a great shame that I, one of the four craftsmen of the Killer Hall, was ignored by a young man.
"Whoosh!"
The humble craftsman took action.
In an instant, he disappeared into the crowd. Everyone could only hear the noise coming from the wind, but could not see Bei Jiang's location at all.
The next second, the originally bright sky seemed to be covered by a huge black cloth and quickly dimmed.
The whole city seemed to be suddenly pushed into the dark night by an invisible hand. Even the dazzling neon lights on weekdays failed to keep up with the darkening sky.
In this sudden darkness, a pupil emitting a chilling light was quietly staring at Hua Yu's back.
At the same time, two strong and powerful hands stretched out from the darkness and grabbed Hua Yu's legs tightly like iron clamps, making him unable to move at all.
"The traitor seals his throat!"
A cold and low shout came from the darkness.
The humble craftsman who had been hiding here shouted out the name of this move coldly.
If even your shadow betrays you, what else is worth trusting?
Behind Hua Yu, a sinister and eerie black shadow was quietly emerging.
The shadow slowly stretched out a hand, holding a dagger flashing with cold light, and stabbed it straight at Hua Yu's vulnerable throat without hesitation. Seeing this scene, the corner of Beijiang's mouth slightly raised, outlining a cold and cruel smile.
"Hmph, you are still too young. In the face of life and death, you don't even have the slightest bit of vigilance." The humble craftsman secretly mocked in his heart.
The breeze blew gently, blowing the corners of the black robe on the craftsman, making a slight rustling sound, as if it was also accompanying the bloody killing that was about to take place.
However, soon, the humble craftsman realized that something was wrong.
Where does the wind come from in my own Siye rule?
"Thousand-foot territory!"
"The Wind Demon is attending the banquet!"
A faint voice appeared in the ears of the humble craftsman.
"Jiejiejie~~~"
The demon holding a sickle came with a big laugh to the banquet prepared for it. When it appeared, it first glared at the shadow behind Hua Yu, scaring it away, then the huge sickle danced in the wind, and finally slashed towards Beijiang's neck.
Same moves!
Bei Jiang was indeed a master of the shadow system. At the moment when the sickle was about to pierce his skin, he turned into a shadow and disappeared from Feng Mo's sight.
This was the first time Fengmo failed. He stared blankly at his sickle, as if he had seen an extremely incredible scene.
The next moment, the sickle was swung towards it.
Cut it off at the waist!
The body of the Wind Demon was split into two in the darkness. It looked at Beijiang with resentment, then disappeared holding its own body with some reluctance.
Seeing this scene, Hua Yu was stunned, with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Interesting." Then, Hua Yu curled the corners of his mouth.
A super-class craftsman-level expert is an existence that many veteran mages in the South Country are helpless against.
Although the humble craftsman has not yet reached the super level, his methods are indeed somewhat strange and he does not live up to the title of one of the Four Craftsmen of the Killer Hall.
"Qiang!"
A giant axe fell from the sky and landed on Hua Yu's head, colliding with the space barrier with a loud noise.
Bei Jiang’s assassination is far from over!
At this moment, Hua Yu's face condensed slightly. He held the little boy in his right hand and squeezed it hard with his left hand.
"Spatial rhythm. Compression!"
In an instant, the Black Axe Ghost Minister who attacked from behind turned into pieces and scattered in the sky.
"Get out of here, you bastard!"
Hua Yu shouted loudly, then pressed down with one hand.
In the darkness, Bei Jiang was preparing to launch the next round of assassinations when he suddenly felt an extremely strong pressure coming from his body.
"boom!"
The humble craftsman fell heavily to the ground, and the blow almost shattered all the bones in his body.
He looked up in confusion, looking at the silver-haired young man slowly walking down from mid-air, and said, "Impossible, how could you find me?"
(End of this chapter)