But today, Jing Jiu was not willing to leave like this, because he felt that he had underestimated Luo Chen before, and now he was mentally prepared. He thought that he could complete the task if he did it again, not to mention that Luo Chen was already injured.
After spreading the Zhixue Powder and seeing that the wound was no longer bleeding, Luo Chen sneered. At this moment, he had already sensed the killer's location.
Luo Chen did not rush to take action, but walked to a tree, sheathed the thunder knife, put it on his back, and then picked up the bow and arrow leaning against the tree.
"call out!"
Suddenly, Luo Chen turned around, and an arrow flew quickly towards Jing Jiu's position.
Jing Jiu, who was about to seize the opportunity to give Luo Chen another fatal blow when his back was turned to him, was suddenly frightened and hurriedly evaded.
But Luo Chen's arrow was urgent, cruel and sudden. In the end, although Jing Jiu escaped the vital point, the arrow still hit his shoulder blade.
Enduring the severe pain, while Jing Jiu broke the arrow shaft, he quickly swept up the snow on the ground with his right foot, flew towards Luo Chen, and then took advantage of the opportunity when Luo Chen was blocked by the flying snow to hide himself.
As an assassin, what Jing Jiu is best at is hiding, speed and assassination. Just when the snow in front of Luo Chen's eyes fell, Jing Jiu quickly disappeared from Luo Chen's sight.
Seeing this, Luo Chen sneered, raised his head, and showed a mocking smile at a branch on a tree, and then shot out another arrow in an instant.
When Jing Jiu, who was hiding on the tree branch, saw Luo Chen's taunt, he knew that he had been discovered again and hurriedly jumped down from the tree branch.
At the same time, Jing Jiu suddenly became frightened. He didn't know how Luo Chen discovered him. If he was discovered by accident before, then this time, Jing Jiu was sure that Luo Chen knew where he was hiding.
Jing Jiu, who had dodged another arrow, suppressed the shock in his heart and ran away in a hurry. What he was best at was stealth and assassination, not frontal combat. Now that his stealth was seen through by the opponent, his life would be in danger if he stayed here any longer.
"Hmph! You dare to come and assassinate me. Do you still want to leave?"
Luo Chen sneered, drew out three arrows, made a prediction, and then fired all three arrows.
Feeling the murderous intent coming from behind, Jing Jiu hurriedly evaded, but Luo Chen had already anticipated his move. After Jing Jiu dodged the first two arrows, the third arrow hit his leg.
"uh-huh!"
Jing Jiu groaned in pain, gritted his teeth, broke the arrow shaft, and continued running while dragging his injured leg.
"uh-huh!"
"Bang!"
Just after running two steps, Jing Jiu groaned in pain again, then fell to the ground, and saw an arrow on the other leg.
Enduring the severe pain, Jing Jiu pulled out the arrow and was about to get up and continue running. But a cold knife was already placed on his neck.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"
Luo Chen looked at Jing Jiu with an indifferent tone.
"Just taking people's money to help them eliminate disasters!"
At the same time as the hoarse voice sounded, Jing Jiu's left hand, which was on the ground, suddenly grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at Luo Chen. Then, he held the curled dagger in his right hand and stabbed Luo Chen's foot.
"Hmph! Looking for death!"
Luo Chen touched the ground with his feet and rose into the air to avoid the flying snow. Then, he leaned forward in the air and slashed at Jing Jiu's right hand with his knife.
"ah……"
A palm holding a dagger fell to the ground. Jing Jiu held the wrist of his right hand with his left hand and rolled to the ground, howling miserably.
Jing Jiu, who is also in the second-rate late stage, could have avoided Luo Chen's sword, but he was seriously injured, his movements were slow, and he had no time to withdraw his hand. In the end, he could only watch his palm being struck by Luo Chen's thunder knife.
Cut off.
"Whose money will be taken? Who will help eliminate disasters?"
When Jing Jiu's screams subsided, Luo Chen still asked in an indifferent tone.
"Haha! Guess!"
Jing Jiu's hoarse voice was trembling and weak, with a hint of despair.
He knew he had failed this time. At this time, he already felt a little regretful. Why didn't he leave immediately after missing the previous hit?
The first time he violated the killer's code, he ended up dead. Jing Jiu's face was full of bitterness.
He knew that he couldn't go back this time. As an assassin, if the mission failed, he could come back again. But once he was caught, there was only one way to die. Even if he was not killed, the sect would send killers in order to keep some secrets.
Kill him.
Knowing that he was going to die, Jing Jiu didn't want to be tortured anymore, so without any hesitation, he pressed his tongue against a tooth and bit it hard.
"Hmph! You didn't say anything, so don't blame me."
Luo Chen said, ready to use means.
But at this moment, he suddenly saw Jing Jiu's exposed eyes slowly widening, and his pupils gradually dilated.
Luo Chen instantly understood what was going on and immediately slashed open Jing Jiu's mask with a knife.
Suddenly, a handsome face appeared in front of Luo Chen's eyes, but at this time, this handsome face had turned purple, black blood was coming out of his mouth, and his body was trembling.
Seeing this, Luo Chen hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and put it into Jing Jiu's mouth. But as soon as it was brought to Jing Jiu's mouth, Jing Jiu stopped shaking and stopped breathing.
The pupils of both eyes dissipated.
After checking his pulse and confirming that he was dead, Luo Chen's eyes showed a cold light: "Huh! It's best not to let me know who did it!"
Luo Chen gritted his teeth, put away the elixir, and went to check Jing Jiu's body.
At this moment, three figures flew over from a distance. Luo Chen took a closer look and saw that they were his grandfather Luo Zhennan and the eldest and fifth of the ten guards of the Tibetan Scripture Tower.
"Grandpa, why are you here?"
When Luo Zhennan swept in front of him, Luo Chen bowed.
"Yeah! I was practicing in the training room and came over when I heard the screams."
Luo Zhennan said, pointing to the injury on Luo Chen's arm, frowning and saying: "Why are you injured? Is it serious?"
Luo Chen tapped the corpse on the ground with his chin: "Fortunately, the injury he got was not serious. He has already been given medicine."
When Lao Wu next to him saw this, he walked up to Luo Chen and said, "Master, my subordinate will bandage you up."
"Well! Thank you for your hard work."
Luo Chen nodded towards Lao Wu.
"What's going on?"
Luo Zhennan pointed to the body on the ground and asked.
"A killer was bought with money to assassinate me." Luo Chen said.
After hearing this, the boss standing behind Luo Zhennan walked to Jing Jiu's body and inspected it.
"Killer?"
Luo Zhennan's brows furrowed deeply: "Why would a killer come to assassinate you? Have you offended anyone?"
Luo Chen thought for a while and said: "There are a few forces that have been offended. They destroyed the Sanhe Gang, killed Li Yisheng and offended the government, and Wuling Pass."
As for what happened on the Han River, Luo Chen didn't take it to heart at all. He thought it was just a temporary conflict, and it didn't go as far as buying a murderer.