The blade of the shadow assassin stabbed Lin Hao from bottom to top.

Yin Leng's eyes flashed with excitement. His martial art is called back stab. It's aimed at the back. Even if the sixth level Wuling can't guard against it, it must be the result of back disability and death on the spot.

As the first assassin to stab him in the back, he has never seen the shadow of the assassin.

Not even Lin Hao.

After all, Yin Leng has never seen a monk's chair be able to resist his own poison blade. It's a medium terrace tool. How can a normal chair resist it.

As for the high-level seats? Who in the world will have a seat that surpasses the medium level yellow ware? Isn't it enough to eat?

Lin Hao has a sense of helplessness in his eyes. He can clearly feel the chill coming from his seat, but even so, Lin Hao is still indifferent, calm and consistent.

Just back stab, how can Lin Hao put it in his eyes? Let's not say that I'm as good as jade. I have no flaws. The seats under me are nightmares of Yin Leng.

"The middle level martial arts of dipin, back stab! Lin Hao, Naju Lai! "

Yin Leng, like a flash of lightning, came out of the shadow and stabbed Lin Hao with a green blade in his hand!

Around Lin Hao, everyone, including Lin Hao, froze in the same place, as if there was no reaction at all.

Yin Ling sneers in his heart. He has seen this scene countless times. After all, his attack method of stealing his back is his unique skill. It's the supreme method of shadow assassins. He never fails. Every time he gets it Ju Lai.

The poison blade quickly approached and stabbed Lin Hao at the key of his life gate. There was only a thin skeleton throne in the middle.

"Ha ha ha, let's bloom!"

Yin Leng is extremely excited, and the dagger stabs out suddenly!

Ding!

The clear voice rang out and echoed in the whole field for a long time.

With the sound, there are two cutting edges. Everything looks so touching

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

Broken? What do you mean

This indomitable back stab attack was blocked by a humble non mainstream seat? And it broke the blade!

It's impossible, isn't it? Lao Tzu, this is the poison blade of the middle level of the local product. With such powerful martial arts blessing, it even broke, and was broken by an ordinary chair?

In fact, it's not normal for you to probe into the Yin ware

"Wang Qi?" Go to your special king! Who's got a brain problem? Take the king's chair! Go to hell

Yin Leng collapsed on the spot, and he couldn't believe it. This seat, which looks very non mainstream, turned out to be the king's weapon in the rumor!

What kind of family? What's the point of having a mine at home? What's the point of using King's utensils as seats?

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Give me a break!!! Ah, ah, ah

Yin Leng pulls out another prepared poison blade, hides under the chair and stabs the bottom of Lin Hao's chair. The picture is almost out of control.

Lin Hao holds his forehead and leaves a lot of sweat on his face. Lin Hao really wants to remind me that I'm still sitting on it. You're shrinking under my chair and your mouth is still wide open

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