Chapter 81

If you ask what is the most mysterious organization in Chaotian mainland, many people will say it is roller shutter people.

If you ask where the most terrible place in Chaotian is, many people will say it is the underworld.

But what is the most terrible and mysterious thing about Chaotian? Then there is only one answer.

——No, Lao Lin.

No, Lao Lin is an assassin organization. Whether it's a peddler, a pawn, a royal family, a traitor, a grand master or a loyal minister, a human hero, as long as you can afford money, Lao Lin will dare to kill you. Even if you want to kill a strong man who breaks the sea, bu Laolin will try to do it, and it is said that there have been successful cases.

No one knows who founded Lao Lin, where he is and how many members he has.

People only know that as long as the object targeted by Bu Laolin will soon lose his life, he will stay at his original age and never grow old again.

The man in black did not deny it.

For a decent sect like Qingshan sect, bu Laolin is of course an evil and alien sect that must be eliminated.

Zhao La Yue lowered her head slightly, and her hat covered more faces.

The man in black is not surprised. He has seen many so-called villains. Those villains will behave unnaturally when they first know that he comes from Bu Laolin.

That kind of unnaturalness comes from fear or inferiority when you see real evil.

"As long as you are willing to join Bu Laolin, you can have anything."

He looked at Zhao Layue and said with a smile. His voice was more hoarse and seductive.

"Spar? yes. Jane medicine? It can also be. Even if you want to have a reputation and status in the spiritual world, we can help you. "

Zhao La Yue said, "you can't give me what I want."

The man in black stopped laughing and said indifferently, "I appreciate your means in the past two years, so I came out to see you. Now it seems that you still lack real courage to step into the real world that no one is qualified to see. Or, I should meet you again when you are caught by qingtiansi and can't stand torture."

"I don't accept threats," Zhao said

The man in Black said, "sure enough, you have the demeanor of a big sect disciple, but no matter which sect you are, you offended the imperial concubine in the Palace this time. It is impossible to return to the mountain gate, let alone hope to return to the cultivation world again. What is the good future?"

Jing Jiuyi listened silently beside him. He was sure that the other party was just an ordinary deacon of Lao Lin. he didn't want to listen any more. He said to Zhao Layue, "hurry up."

In the past two years, he often accompanied Zhao Layue to kill demons. At the beginning, he was a little fresh. Later, he felt very boring and often made a voice to urge her.

At that time, he often said these two words.

Such things have happened too many times. Zhao Layue has heard these two words too many times. She doesn't even think about it. She has an action subconsciously.

The sea breeze poured into the broken temple, brushed her green silk, and the sword was sharp, so she had to leave her body.

As an assassin of Bu Laolin, the man in black assassinated and attacked each other all his life. Has he ever been attacked by others?

In addition to being shocked and angry, he summoned 17 small black flags as quickly as possible and arranged them around his body.

Those small black flags have a cold breath, as if there are countless resentment souls inside. It is by no means unusual. It is the sword falling flag that Xuanyin sect uses to deal with those Kendo sects.

The falling sword flag is made of 17 kinds of rare materials. It is extremely sensitive to the fairy sword. No matter how deep the opponent's sword formula is, as long as the flying sword leaves his hand, it will be determined by the falling sword flag and affected, so as to disturb the running line of the flying sword in the shortest time.

If there is a big difference between the two sides, the flag bearer can even directly cut off the connection between the flying sword and the master.

The man in black is convinced that even if his sword falling flag can't shoot down the other party's flying sword, he will be able to block the other party's flying sword. He will take this opportunity to sneak into the underground of the sea temple and start the prepared array to kill the other party.

He is worthy of being an assassin of Bu Laolin. When he was suddenly attacked, the way he came up with in such a short time can be said to be flawless.

But he underestimated his opponent.

He didn't know that he was facing the youngest peak leader of qingshanzong in decades.

More importantly, in the past two years, Zhao Layue has tried her sword repeatedly, and her sword war consciousness is at its peak.

Instead of a sword, she turned herself into a sword.

Her short hair moved with the wind and became messy again. She disappeared from her place.

When she reappeared, she had come to the man in black.

In an instant, she crossed a distance of several feet and passed through those small black flags.

Two clear wounds appeared on her shoulders and earlobes, and black dirty blood was seeping out.

She didn't care about it and slapped the man in black on the chest.

The man in black had no time to recall the black flag. With a strange cry, his right hand turned up and met her palm.

His palm was extremely thin. It didn't look like a living man. The edge was shining black. I didn't know what kind of magic skill it contained.

A soft snap. Two palms meet. A bright red sword came out of Zhao Layue's palm. Chum! The sword easily pierced the man in black in the palm of his hand, then went on and pierced his chest. A bright red sword tip appeared from behind the man in black. I don't know whether it's the original color or the blood of the man in black. Tick. Blood fell on the ground of the broken temple. The man in black knelt down slowly and died. His eyes were full of disbelief and despair. The sea breeze suddenly became violent. The peeling walls in the broken temple were blown into powder and danced everywhere. The powerful pressure at the height of the night sky feels closer and closer to the ground. Zhao Layue looked up at the broken temple. The black and white eyes under the hat were full of cold sword intention and Infinite War intention“ I can't fight. " Well nine said to her, "maybe in ten years." Xiao He opened his eyes innocently and looked blankly. She couldn't understand what she saw. Mingming is negotiating. Why does Zhao Layue suddenly murder? This makes no sense. Just thinking about it, she suddenly felt a slight chill somewhere in her body. She looked down and found that an iron sword had pierced her right shoulder. The iron sword penetrated her body and nailed her to the wall of the broken temple. Blood gushed from the body and flowed along the iron sword. Xiaohe felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and then he felt the extreme pain. His face became very pale. She looked up at Jing Jiu, shocked and speechless. The iron sword is in Jing Jiu's hand. She has been guarding against Zhao Layue because she is afraid. In the past two years, how many people did Zhao Layue kill and how she killed them? No, Lao Lin knows better than Qing Tiansi. Meeting in the hot pot shop, she couldn't see through Zhao Layue's details. But she never thought that well nine would be so terrible. Until the iron sword pierced her right shoulder, she couldn't find that Jing Jiu had released the sword! The iron sword is very wide and Xiaohe is very petite. It looks more pitiful. Well nine's eyes are very calm, without any pity, nor deliberate indifference. He looked at her as if he were looking at an ordinary stone, a fleeting spray in the West Sea. Xiaohe knows that his real realm is not higher than himself. If it is not a sneak attack, he may not be able to control himself. But looking at his eyes, her heart gave birth to extreme fear and could no longer have the idea of doing right. Because she knows that this is the real ruthlessness. Too ruthless. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.