v4 Chapter 16： assassin

Starting from the Lushan Swords Club, Ding Ning of Baiyangdong won the first place. Liang Lian’s military night arrested the white mountains and waters, and the Changling Shakes. For the entire Daqin Dynasty, there have been many amazing events during this time. The period of time is actually not long.

Before the start of the Lushan Swords Club, two practitioners dressed in ordinary Qin costumes had two camps on a small hill.

The two people came together, but they didn't talk to each other at ordinary times. Even the camps were divided into one place, separated by a few dozen feet.

This small hill is located in the middle section of Jianshan and Changling in Lushan.

On the early morning of the day, the two practitioners who came at the same time but did not talk to each other saw a smouldering smoke in the distant mountains, and then the two began preparing at the same time.

The short-haired man with a slightly thin body carefully rolled up the cuffs and then began to adjust his interest. Through continuous breathing, his face became more and more solemn and calm, and the whole body gave a new feeling of vomiting, gradually revealing a layer. The fluorescence of jade.

Another middle-aged practitioner, wearing a wooden ring with long hair, dressed in a plain robes, looks clean and looks like a teacher of a certain school in Changling.

His preparation is not like teaching a gentleman.

He just wiped a small golden sword with a white satin.

The short-haired man who quietly vomited first sensed something, looked up, and looked coldly toward a road in the direction of Jianshan.

After he raised his head for a few dozens of interest, on the road, at the end of the line of sight, the shadow of a carriage began to slowly appear.

Just between the flashing eyes, his sleeves were swaying, and two faint silver lights flew out, but they were not flying swords, but two strange silver-sized flying insects of the size of ordinary people.

The two flying insects stuck to the ground and walked between the grass and the fallen leaves. The light disappeared from the body and flew silently toward the carriage.

The middle-aged practitioner who teaches his book is calmly watching the sky. His eyes are clear and he is watching the rising sun. He is not afraid of the glare of the glare. The light between his eyes is like the light that falls into his eyes. It was stored deep in his pupil, and many of his gold lines began to be densely covered in his pupil.

The texture of the two bizarre silver flying insects on the thin wings is like a natural rune. The inside is condensed with a thin layer of pale yellow crystal. It is the condensate of the short-haired man who is constantly injecting in the weekdays. .

At this time, under the guidance of his heart, the wings of the two silver worms converge and gather together, then drill into the soil under several fallen leaves, waiting for the arrival of the carriage.

As the carriages became more and more close, the brows of the two practitioners were unconsciously picked up slightly.

The atmosphere of the practitioner in the carriage was extremely weak for them, and it was negligible. However, the breath of the Shushan Jianzong practitioner wearing a jade-colored gown at the front of the carriage was extremely scary. Through a long distance, their seas are unconsciously oscillated to a slight tingling.

It’s just a two-to-one situation. During the few days that stayed here, although there was no conversation between them, the two practitioners had a very good attitude towards each other’s realm and some unique means. Clear cognition, so the two practitioners still have strong confidence at the moment.

In particular, they can be sure that this Shushan Jianzong practitioner is not a sword.

As long as it is not a sword, it seems to them that even if the blade and others arrive, they still have the great possibility of assassination.

The carriage is far from the lurking of the silver two insects, but there is no sign, the two practitioners are all face-changing, and feel the coldest death threat to cover their body.

The middle-aged practitioner who teaches Mr. The singer screams and screams, and the golden sword in his hand instantly ignites many golden fire lines. At the same time, his body is also burning a lot of golden fire lines. It is necessary to form a unique cage to cover himself and his side. The body of the practitioner.

However, it is still too slow. When these golden fire lines are lit up, a gray sword light with horror killing has fallen between the necks of the short-haired practitioner.

At that time, the short-haired practitioner has just completely exposed the powerful realm. The vast amount of heaven and earth in the sky is like a mountain, and it is merged into his body. At the same time, the amazing real and the heaven and earth vitality accumulated in his body and meridians are also Just started to burst out.

A slamming sound.

This short-haired practitioner who has apparently moved to the mountain has been able to make any extra moves in the fundamental future. The skull is directly cut off by a sword. Under the powerful spurt, not only his head is flying high. When he shot it out, even all the blood in his body was sprayed to the upper sky at a moment, turning into countless dusty blood beads, which caused the rain and fog on the top to be red.

There was no **** breath between the hills. The headless body lost all the blood and turned into a dry body that fell like a dead wood. The picture looked terrible and even disgusting.

The golden line of fire finally became a cage, and the middle-aged practitioners who taught Mr. Book were shrouded in it. However, even in the golden light, the face of the teacher was pale to the extreme.

“The practitioners of South Vietnam?”

A devil-like straight sound rang in the forest on one side, and a man wearing only close-fitting clothing appeared in his sight.

"You are the practitioner of Yelang?"

Two consecutive unspoken words, like a heavy hammer, hit the heart of the middle-aged practitioner who looked like a teacher, and the golden line of fire outside him began to tremble slightly.

In the lingering light of the eye, the carriage continued to move forward. The horrible breath on the front of the carriage had disappeared. The blue figure that had been sitting on it had disappeared. Only an empty jade color robe fell on the front of the car. In the seat.

"who are you?"

This middle-aged practitioner, who looks like a teacher, has a hard voice.

He already understands how the other person is quietly approaching his side, but he still can't understand. How can there be such a terrible practitioner, except for the Baili Suxue and the Taiwanese swordsman? How could it be possible to prop up the clothing with only a group of heaven and earth, and to overcome the perception of himself and the master from South Vietnam.

"Who is it for you?"

Shao murderer looked at the pale face of this middle-aged practitioner, did not answer his question, just asked.

The middle-aged practitioner was close to his lips and did not answer.

The face of Shao’s murder has not changed. He was not good at asking such things, and he didn’t have much interest. The only thing he was good at in his life was killing.

He is out of the sword.

There is no such thing as a sword.

The light gray crystal-like sword tip in his hand hits the golden fire curtain with incredible speed.

The middle-aged practitioner screamed with a scream, and the real element of the body was unreservedly sprayed out. The golden sword seemed to melt, and the sniper was slammed at the moment when the gray sword tip pierced the golden fire curtain. On the gray long sword, the golden flame like a gold liquid generally swept along the gray sword, and it was necessary to cover the Shaojian’s sword and fingers.

Shao murdered his brows slightly wrinkled, the momentum of holding the sword did not change, Zhang mouth a spray.

A thin blue sword like a bamboo leaf spouted from his mouth, punctured through the broken golden fire line, stabbing the middle-aged practitioner's eyebrows.

The middle-aged practitioner was stunned, and the left hand and the five fingers continued to play. Several substantial swords were repeatedly hit on this cyan sword, and the cyan sword was shot.

Shao’s left hand was slightly shocked, and a transparent, tiny sword light was shot from his index finger nails.

The middle-aged practitioner strongly twisted his body and wanted to avoid this small sword light. However, with a bang, his eyes widened to the extreme, and he looked incredulously down the body. He saw that his abdomen had already poured out. Bloody light.

Shao murdered calmly back.

The golden glow burned his finger skin, but he couldn't move in again.

The middle-aged practitioner who was pierced by the sea was sitting on the ground.

Looking at Shao’s toes, I realized that the edge of the middle-aged practitioner who popped from the bottom of Shao’s murder was all unbelievable and ridiculous.

How can such a powerful practitioner have used so many small means, how can there be so many small means!

Shao murder is not interested in the idea of ​​this middle-aged practitioner.

For him, killing people only means survival for a long time.

His left hand waved without hesitation, and a sharp breath flew along his palm and cut through the neck of the middle-aged practitioner.

The middle-aged practitioner's head also fell from the neck and rolled down the slightly sloping hillside.

Shao murdered and turned around with confidence.

The carriage has already gone below the hill.

Perceived this thrilling but unmoving battle, the smile of Ding Ning's mouth in the carriage compartment.

No matter who has arranged such two assassins, he will be extremely annoyed and heartbroken at the moment.

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