"There are assassins!"

At the moment when the silver light suddenly appeared, Lu Changkong, who had just broken through the second stage of Qi Dan Realm, responded.

The beautiful clothes on his body were swollen and he let out a loud shout.

The pig-killing knife in Nie Changqing's hand had been pulled out and was spinning at high speed in the air.

Ning Zhao swayed in a white dress, and his delicate body jumped in front of Lu Fan. Even Ni Yu, who was vomiting weakly, held the chessboard and looked fierce and ferocious.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if there was murderous aura in the air.

"roll!"

Lu Changkong growled lowly.

With this sound, he was covered with spiritual energy, making the sound like a loud bell explode.

I wanted to block the assassin who was shocked.

...

Mo Liuqi is a professional assassin.

However, he actually doesn't like assassination.

He hates the smell of blood, but he is in the world and cannot help himself.

Moreover, the Mohist school trained him to become the second assassin in the world, not to let him have idle food.

Besides, this time the task was posted to him by the woman in person, and he could not refuse.

The master who taught him the art of assassination said that as an assassin, one cannot have feelings.

Because feelings will make him feel soft and will make him feel soft.

But Mo Liuqi couldn't do it, so he was the second in the world and would never be the first in the world.

He is not an assassin who has no feelings. He has feelings, even more intense than ordinary people. He silently likes a woman. He suppresses his love, making his feelings more and more like a volcano that has accumulated billions of years.

He didn't want to take on this mission, nor did he dare to take on it.

Assassinating the Grand Master of the Great Zhou, the Confucian Master, a terrifying existence with the strength of various geniuses...

The world's number one, who is paralyzed and dares not accept it. Why should he, the world's number one, dare to accept it?

But he could not refuse, when the woman found him.

He was ready to say refusal and finally turned into a soft voice, "Okay."

So, he came.

He was ready to go back.

He doesn't like Beiluo City because this city is very evil.

However, although he didn't like it, this city was going to become his bone burial place.

His life, even to death, is involuntary.

Mo Liuqi thought a lot about the donkey cart.

He bought a cheap beaded hairpin at a roadside stall and used scissors to engrave the woman's name on the beaded hairpin.

If he could walk out of this city alive, he would definitely give her the bead hairpin with his own hands.

...

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife, and six sounds of blood exploded.

His eyes were like torch.

The pig-killing sword was raised, and there was an invisible sword energy lingering around him, and the spiritual energy gushed out of the Qi Pill and surrounded his whole body.

Lu Changkong's second section of Qi Dan, with his hair flying, and his combat power is not weak.

Both are ahead of the assassin.

The moment the silver scissors appeared, a name emerged in their hearts.

The second assassin in the world, six or seven silver cut ink.

The soul-stinging cut is shadowless, and the blood-killing process is without trace!

This is what the world evaluates him. The assassination technique is second only to the world's number one assassin, Mo Yihen.

Mo Liuqi's speed is too fast.

Pretending to be a civilian coachman and pretending to fall to the ground unexpectedly, it suddenly broke out.

This is a premeditated assassination.

There is no strange noise from the master warrior.

What the assassin wants is silent.

Mo Liuqi's face was cold, and the white-haired national teacher was locked in his eyes.

His speed is too fast.

In an instant, he approached Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing.

Dingding!

Two crisp sounds.

The silver scissors were tapped on Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife, causing his movements to stutter.

Wait until Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing come to their senses.

Mo Liuqi had already passed their bodies like a shadow.

This assassin's light skills are elusive.

Luo Yue suddenly felt enlightened.

He shouted loudly, glaring at the top of his head, the aura of the first-class general was exerted to the extreme, and he stood with a knife, trying to draw the knife out.

However.

Mo Liuqi's hair was fluttering, his face was cold and calm.

His body rotated horizontally, and his toes hit Luo Yue's hand, causing his half-pulled knife to be stepped back.

Mo Liuqi did not kill any irrelevant people.

He is different from the killing face, he only kills the target, not the target, he does not kill.

Luo Yue staggered and took two steps back, his face pale.

Looking at Mo Liuqi, who was sweeping past his body like a swimming fish, was very scared.

If Mo Liuqi wants to kill him, he will die as long as the silver scissors smear his neck just now.

The national teacher has gray hair and turbid eyes.

Facing Mo Liuqi's assassination like lightning, he was very calm.

He had expected it.

It is rare to leave the imperial capital, so how could the Mohist school miss this opportunity?

"Peace, be careful."

The solemnity appeared on the old face of the national teacher.

He was afraid of affecting Lu Fan.

The Mo family assassin is unparalleled in the world.

It's not a false reputation.

boom!

The national teacher's robe surging and slightly bulged.

The vast gas above the head gathered.

The terrifying righteousness turned into pressure to suppress the assassin.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, holding his chin, his face as light as water, and his other hand was gently caressing the thin wool blanket.

The powerful men of various levels... can they be assassinated by assassination?

Don’t look at the national teacher who is weak and his blood is weak.

but……

The national master can drink the righteous spirit and he can get rid of thousands of troops.

Um?

suddenly.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
To be continued...