Chapter 957

The assassination came so suddenly.

Lin Beichen didn't respond for the first time.

The intuition of heaven and man, though a little early warning, is not enough.

At this time, the importance of spiritual cultivation is highlighted again.

If Lin Beichen's spiritual cultivation can match the innate Xuanqi cultivation, at least the moment he sees the tall and burly black figure, he can detect the same people in the shadow around him.

The assassin of heaven and man level has amazing killing power.

Many assassins ignore their own resistance and ability to be attacked. All their talent points are added to their attack power and explosive power. When they are close to their opponents, they will burst out a powerful force far beyond their own realm, so they can often achieve the effect of cross-border killing.

Supplemented by a variety of assassination techniques

Many of the strong and the arrogant suffer greatly in this respect.

Minor injuries.

If it's too heavy, it's too heavy.

Lin Beichen's reaction this time is a little slower.

But fortunately, he is slow, some people are not.

Ding Ding Ding!

Clusters of sparks were splashing in the dark alley.

Two extremely strong arms, unimaginably, suddenly stretched out from behind Lin Beichen's shadow and blocked all the sword light, which could not be seen from time to time.

The light of the sword cuts on the arm and palm, just like hitting the iron and gold, making the sound of the iron and gold.

Gong Gong has almost no sense of existence.

Gong Gong, the shadow bodyguard, stopped the sudden assassination at the critical moment.

In the next moment, Gong Gong emerged from the shadow like a ghost. Between the waving of his arms, he made a thunderous roar, which inspired some special effect of Tianma meteor arm. He was so powerful that he killed the assassin.

"Back off."

Lin Beichen said angrily, "I'll do it myself."

The big silver sword is in hand, and the moon is shining coldly.

He's going to do it himself.

Dry tower brew.

How dare you come to assassinate yourself.

All will die.

Hearing this, Gong Gong immediately stopped his attack. His body was like a mass of black smoke, which floated in the air and disappeared into the black shadow beside him.

This scene surprised several assassins.

Is there a strong man who is proficient in the way of assassination around the target?

It doesn't seem to have been mentioned in previous intelligence.

"The shadow suddenly cuts."

Lin Beichen cuts it out with his sword.

Whoa!

On the right side of the assassin, the sword is broken and the head is flying.

The sharpness of the silver sword is unparalleled in the world.

There's nothing to stop.

The assassin subconsciously resisted with his sword, and in an instant, he turned the sword into four parts.

"The first one."

Lin Beichen drinks coldly.

Bang!

The strange sound of alchemy.

The assassin on the left changed his body shape, shifted his position and raised his hand to make a blue bow

Wang's cattle hair is fine needle.

hidden weapon.

It's a secret weapon of spirit level, which can break through the field of heaven and man's body protection.

The needle is highly toxic.

It's impossible to see blood.

It's the high-level heaven and man. If you don't die, you'll lose half your life.

It is impossible to prevent such a close launch.

The assassin, in his eyes under the black mask, has shown a trace of ferocious color.

But Lin Beichen sneered: "go back."

The power of metal controlled by the innate Xuanqi of the gold system can be activated instantly.

The silver needle, which had been shot half a meter in front of him, was just like a loyal soldier who had heard the general's order. Suddenly it flew back without warning.

The assassin's left side is stiff.

Countless fine needles of ox hair have been injected into his body.

The eyes of horror and fear were very clear in the dark night.

"Ah..."

In the scream, the assassin rolled on the ground.

He tore his mask and clothes with both hands, convulsed and struggled, as if he was loved by thousands of insects. His voice was so sad that it could make ghosts cry and rocks break.

"Second."

Lin Beichen seemed to be the angry God of death walking in the dark.

The voice is not lost.

Whoa!

He cut it back.

The sword wind wall appeared behind Lin Beichen.

In the machine frame under the assassin's wrist in the rear, the poisonous water sprayed out is instantly confiscated by the wind wall of the sword.

At the same time——

Whew, whew!

Ten sharp swords emerged from behind Lin Beichen in the shimmering light. They broke through the air attack and killed the burly assassin who came to the front.

The Jin power controls the remnant sword that comes from the sword grave and kills it mercilessly.

In a short moment, Lin Beichen made all the reactions.

Among the four powerful assassins, one is dead and the other is seriously injured.

Ding Ding Ding!

The assassin in front of him swung his sword and hit all the ten remnant swords.

The next moment, he also with color, raised his hand to play a dark blue concealed weapon.

Lin Beichen's body moves and transposes.

The bodies of the two assassins darkened in the night and quickly retreated and disappeared.

If you miss a blow, you'll be far away.

It's the assassin's Creed.

A real assassin, if he is not a must kill attack mission, will never continue to pester after his first shot.

Because their first strike is often the one with the highest success rate.

The best preparation, the most sudden shot, the most explosive force, the biggest grasp.

For assassins, once they lose their suddenness and fail this attack, their success rate will drop sharply and their own risk will increase sharply.

Lin Beichen didn't chase him.

Because the other side's evasion is too clever.

We can't catch up.

He realized that he had met a real top assassin.

A very dangerous opponent.

When the other party fled, he didn't even leave a cruel word.

Too decisive.

He turned and walked towards the wounded assassin.

At this time, it was found that the man was dead.

Not only died, but also melted.

Melt into a pool of blood, wet out a "big" shape on the ground.

Lin Beichen just wants to approach, suddenly in the heart move, take out a piece of [Yinqiao Jiedu tablet], contain under the tongue, just arrive near.

Sure enough, the melted blood quickly volatilized, and a dense cloud almost invisible to the naked eye rose in the air. It floated across the weeds two meters away by the canal. In the next moment, the weeds withered and turned into black water

It's poisonous.

Lin Beichen was frightened.

These assassins will kill even if they die.

He turned and looked at the assassin who had been beheaded at first.

Fortunately, he didn't melt.

Use the sword to open the mask.

Here is a strange face without facial features.

We don't see race, we don't have any distinguishing features.

"No nose, no eyes, how to breathe, how to see?"

Lin Beichen put on gloves again and checked the man's body.

Except for the black Assassin's night clothes, no special clues were found.

There is no equipment in the storage bag.

"That's why I hate assassins the most. I'm still a group of poor people who can't produce any equipment."

Lin Beichen is very angry.

Then he began to think about another thing.

Is that letter written by master?

The assassination just now was not a temporary intention, but a careful arrangement.

The assassin is highly cultivated, highly professional and highly disciplined. He is obviously a professional.

So the letter was actually a bait.

That's why he emphasized in the letter that he should not be found. He decided that he would take the road on the ground. This open and dark street is the only way to the sword tomb.

The letter was not written by Lao Ding.

Lin Beichen can be sure.

But the problem is as like as two peas.

That's why he didn't doubt the letter at that time.

So the question is again.

The people who planned the assassination knew themselves, Lao Ding, Jianzhong and Baiyun city very well.

Who is the person who meets the above points and wants to kill himself?

Lin Beichen raised his middle finger, rubbed his eyebrows, and gradually had a train of thought in his heart.

He urged the congenital Xuanqi of the earth system to bury all traces and poisonous gases on the ground into the deep soil, and then turned to leave.

It's not the sword grave.

It's the Lord's mansion.

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