Behind the boy in black, the first genius of the Daolan Sect, who had been arrogant a moment ago, had fallen into a pool of blood, with his head separated, and there was still a deep shock and fear in his bulging and ferocious eyes.

Zhang Fan looked at the Dongfang boy who was like a god of killing in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Who are you? I don't seem to have seen you in Gou Chen?"

In his impression, the young man who was able to kill a half-step general so easily was definitely famous in Gouchen Academy, but his appearance was not as good as the known few fierce men, and he didn't look like a student of Gouchen Academy.

As for Tiga... he doesn't believe it's his real name.

The oriental boy with an ordinary appearance coughed twice, "I am the special commissioner of the executive department, code-named 'Tiga'. I have been performing missions abroad before, so it is normal for you not to know me."

This is a rhetoric that Ji Qianming had long thought. The Executive Department is extremely mysterious at Gouchen Academy. It often goes abroad to perform dangerous tasks. Sometimes it takes two or three years to do a task. Therefore, it is normal to have a face. Moreover, the identity information of the special commissioner of the Executive Department is confidential and ordinary students cannot access it at all.

Anyway, Zhang Fan is just a freshman in the first grade and is still easy to fool.

Zhang Fan nodded thoughtfully, but just shook his head slightly and felt a splitting headache. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, his face pale as paper.

Seeing that Wei Long was beheaded, the remaining practitioners in the divine realm were immediately in chaos. Even the half-step god king who was fighting fiercely with the God of War in the sky changed his expression.

Although Mr. Wei was forced to join the war, he was a son of the Daolan Sect Master, a rare genius. He came to the battlefield mainly to experience life and accumulate some background for the future sect master disputes. In other words, he was to put gold on his resume, and as a result... he died on the battlefield so easily!

Although deaths and injuries are inevitable on the battlefield, once Wei Long dies, Daolan Sect will inevitably put pressure on them and hold them accountable. Even if the Chixiao God King supports them, life will not be so easy.

In addition, their divine realm was already at a disadvantage in the battlefield below, and the half-step God King suddenly lost his interest in continuing to fight. He changed his punch with the God of War and opened the distance, and sneered:

"The Barbarian God of War, I will let you go this time. I will take your head until next time!"

After saying that, a divine thought came out, and a thunderous drum sound came out from the two realms behind him, resounding through the sky.

Dong, Dong, Dong--!

After hearing the drum sound, all the cultivators in the divine realm retreated like a tide, and arranged a retreating formation in an orderly manner. Several of the most powerful monks were at the end of the team, releasing a large blue formation to cut off the rear of the entire army.

Some combatants wanted to continue chasing, but were stopped by Li Weiguo. Now both sides suffered great losses. If they chased after them rashly, they might fall into the enemy's trap. A clear gap appeared from the two armies and both sides withdrew their troops.

Li Weiguo in the command room breathed a sigh of relief and let go of his sweaty fists. Although he knew in his heart that these few times were tentative attacks, he was still a little nervous. After all, the enemy came from another world, and it was hard to say anything special, so he was nervous from beginning to end, for fear of missing a trace of details.

Fortunately, Earth won almost this time.

Standing on the messy ground, the excited cheers of the soldiers echoed throughout the defense base, and the command room was also boiling. The God of War, who was slightly injured, fell back to the ground from the air, chatting with the nearby soldiers, and their mouths were raised.

Zhang Fan walked out of the barrier with the help of Ji Qianming, but there was no joy on his face, as if he had lost his soul and remained silent.

Ji Qianming shook his head secretly. He naturally knew what Zhang Fan was thinking. Although Zhang Fan always had a stern face and rejected everyone, he was the one who valued friendship the most. Now he must be hating his weakness and unable to save Senior Serra's life.

Even so, Ji Qianming did not comfort him, one because it was meaningless. For Zhang Fan, this emotion would only completely transform into his motivation to move forward, and the other was because he had no time.

While everyone was relaxing, Ji Qianming's spirit became even more tense.

Until the end of the battle, the two groups of god-level assassins, "W" and "C", did not appear. If Ji Qianming was asked to assassinate Zhang Fan, the best chance of assassination was when the battlefield was at its most chaotic, but for some reason, neither of the two groups of assassins chose to take action, and there was only one remaining opportunity for assassination...

After the war!

At this time, most people are still immersed in the joy of victory, with the lowest vigilance, which is the golden time of assassination!

Two groups of assassins and four gods who are proficient in assassination. Even Ji Qianming, who is fully fire-powered, dare not say that he can escape perfectly under their assassination. What's more, the target they are to kill is Zhang Fan, who is only level three, and he cannot use all his strength.

I hope they still stick to their own rules. The two groups of people cannot attack the same target at the same time, otherwise Ji Qianming's undercover identity may really not be able to be protected.

Ji Qianming dispersed his spiritual sense, narrowed his eyes, covering up his eyes that had been dyed with light golden colors, and was always alert to the arrival of crisis.

bass!

A slight and extremely slight sound of sword came out, and was keenly captured by Ji Qianming's spiritual sense. His pupils suddenly contracted, and the broken sword in his hand was crossed in front of him like lightning...

Empty.

No? Ji Qianming was stunned.

The next second, he suddenly looked in another direction.

Among the crowd, a head was thrown high, and the surging blood was scattered on the sluggish soldiers like a fountain. Among them, a burly and strong headless corpse was standing there, motionless.

That...that's...?

Mars?!!

The moment he saw the head clearly, Ji Qianming's heart suddenly missed and his mind went blank.

Gudong, the head fell to the ground.

Next to the corpse of the God of War, the remaining smiles of the soldiers' mouths were stiff. They looked at the blood red in front of them in a daze, and were stunned for nearly ten seconds before they realized what was going on.

"Fight... God of War?!!"

An elderly soldier spoke tremblingly, looking at the headless corpse empty, and his eyes turned, he fainted.

The sound of fear resounded through the sky.

No one saw clearly what happened, no one saw clearly who made the move, only remembered a glimmer of light flashing, and the god of war who was still alive and laughing just now, the heads of the human heads separated.

A emperor-level man died in front of them.

Killing Hall!!!

These three words popped up in Ji Qianming's mind. It is only possible that he could assassinate the emperor level so easily. The top assassin of the Killing Hall!
Chapter completed!