Chapter 1951

Mo Qianqiu's thin lips slightly held a smile, and his eyebrows were wrinkled like ink. His dark eyes looked at the man, "do you have to do this?"

And those killers have been ordered, regardless of the attack, the blades all point to Mo Qianqiu.

Su Kui, as if forgotten.

It is also possible that because Mo Qianqiu's identity is too important, he has reasons to die. That's why we let them all go together, just to take his head.

Mo Qianqiu droops his eyes and sighs softly, "Amitabha."

Next second, he stepped back slowly and raised his hand slightly.

Light way: "don't let blood, dirty Buddhist holy land, drag out."

Su Kui picked up her eyebrows and saw that, with his command, she suddenly jumped down from the tree. She was dressed in an ordinary little monk monk's robe, with crisscross scars on her face and wearing an eye mask. Su Kui guessed that most of his eyes were gone because of some accident.

Look at the ordinary, look at the murderous face, look at it is not like a good man.

His movements are very sharp, with the ordinary naked eyes of Su Kui, he can hardly catch the real figure. Quick as lightning, quick as hand, silent.

For a moment, dozens of killers lay on the ground with twisted limbs, their faces were pale with pain, and their eyes showed endless fear.

"You, you are the first knife in the world, ghost, ghost cry???!" The first man lies on the ground, his limbs are twisted, his eyes are wide and round, almost out of his eyes.

Weeping?

The name Su Kui is unheard of. These things in the Jianghu are so far away from Shen Ronghe that he has never heard of them.

The ghost sobs hears the speech and laughs, the voice exits, the voice is like the broken bellows, his vocal cords are also badly damaged.

"Ghost weeping has already sealed the sword, converted to Mr. Yu, the first sword in the world. It's a long time ago. I don't like blood, sir. It's a holy place of Buddhism. In this case, please go outside to have a competition with me. "

Competition?

That group of killers just want to have a competition? If I ran into him, even if I didn't use his ghost knife, it would be enough to kill them countless times. Now they suddenly think of it. No wonder Mo Qianqiu hasn't heard from them for seven years. In fact, he didn't hide on purpose, but he was protected by ghosts. Those who knew his whereabouts had already gone to see the king of hell!

Dead people, naturally, can't divulge information.

Thinking about this, even as a killer, I have already had the consciousness of death. However, at this moment, I really feel the coming of death, but the other side is not slow, as if holding a rusty knife and grinding it on their neck, it will not be fatal in an instant. However, that feeling is that everyone will feel uncomfortable!

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under the acacia tree, the wind is cool.

Su Kui raised his eyes and looked at the man who was still plain under the tree, as if just now those hands and feet had been broken, like a dead dog, dragged out by ghost sobs, which was not his order.

Now, Su Kui began to believe that this man's hands were really covered with blood.

Mo Qianqiu recited the meditation scriptures and raised his eyes. He saw that the girl was still standing in the same place. He was slightly shocked, and then he was funny. "Girl, are you still going? Are you not afraid of difficulties? " There was a flash of curiosity in his heart, but his character didn't like to pay attention to external things, so he was just a little surprised, and then he didn't.

"I'm afraid of nature, but if those people really want to kill me, whether they cry or fear, they can't change, can they?"