The disgusting little face in Wang Qiqi's eyes did not move at all. He was so scared that his body was stiff, in the corner.

But in this corner where no one could see, Xia Ji's hands slowly pressed down.

When the sunflower barrier is fully used, the body cannot move, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced.

At this time, the meaning of the heavens and man in response fills the whole body.

He seemed to have broken free from his body and overlooked the world. Everything around him was completely shrouded in his sight.

And the spring rain was being moved by his continuous supply of true energy.

He harvested with great efficiency and killed the invading man in gray on this side.

Raise your hand and kill someone.

Crush your hands and kill someone.

The embroidery of wind and rain, passing through the bodies of these uninvited guests, bringing out countless ejaculated blood flowers!

In the barrier, he is the Shura field alone.

As his palms turned over, the spring rain turned into a silver-spinned spiral, surrounding the mysterious human body in a gray-gold robe above the hole, as if the embroidery barrier was used by that person.

That was Meng Po who was wearing the mask of "Emperor Yan Luo".

He is also the first person controlled by his gods.

But unlike others, Meng Po asked him to use a divine puppet on himself and asked him to put his destiny completely under his control.

brush!!

Xia Ji saw a white shadow flying from a distance, and the speed was very fast. He should have entered the top powerhouse in the world. It was absolutely impossible for him to be unknown.

That was a afterimage.

It's so fast that I can't even catch up with the wind and rain.

The white shadow drilled into the hole in the inn, holding a sword in his right hand, and the sword was like a cylinder, but his left hand was extremely hidden and swung a jade pendant into the arms of the injured disciples passing by.

His speed was extremely fast, and he raised his sword and directly faced the "Son of Yan Luo" standing proudly in the air.

The mechanism pulls.

Kakka...

Kakkakkakka...

The metal cylinder sword bell immediately emitted many small needles as thin as cow's hair. The needle tips were specially made, and it was silent during the shuttle.

Needles burst through the air and shot out.

In an instant, hundreds or thousands of people were already flying in the air, like a sudden rain on the thrust.

In this moment.

Time and space are like solidification.

The figure of the "Son of Yan Luo" above the skylight pulled out the afterimage, moved aside, avoiding the "storm" that must be killed.

Xia Ji, in the shadow of the staircase, also removed the embroidery barrier, creating the appearance of "Emperor Yan Luo being forced to move, and the embroidery barrier was broken."

At the same time, Xia Ji had already grabbed an invisible ground eye with his right hand, which was an always idle ground eye.

His eyes shot at the masked man in white clothes from the Holy Society with electric shock, and accurately inserted it into the afterimage.

A brief interlaced.

The man in white from the Holy Society made Meng Po move because the hidden weapon was really powerful.

The man in white quietly threw out a blue eye and let him slide into the disciples of a certain aristocratic family, so that he could monitor the number of people around him. If there were fewer people, Zhulong, who had blue eye, could discover this.

The moment when Meng Po moved, Xia Ji then lifted the embroidery barrier, creating an illusion that the barrier was broken.

At the same time, he also threw a glimpse of the man in white. Where and whom the man in white went to and who he met was completely under his control.

This hand is intertwined.

He is in par with Zhulong.

However...

First, the earth's eyes are invisible, but the blue eyes are a jade pendant, which is his victory.

Secondly, Meng Po’s strength is not weak, not only is she not weak, she also has a strange technique. If it weren’t for him, then this one might be the one who shines in the assassin world.

So, the next moment, Meng Po, who pretended to be the Emperor of Yan, chased him out directly.

She needs to chase it out.

Otherwise, she is fake.

With the monitoring of the blue eyes, Xia Ji was unable to go out.

Of course, he could have found a reason to destroy the Blue Eye, but in this way, Zhulong could not confirm whether the Emperor Yan Luo who was chasing him was real.

So, Xia Ji did not move.

He was pulled out of the corner by Wang Ao.

The three of them were also injured, but before, the three of them faced nearly ten gray-clothed assassins at the same time.

"Brother, is it okay?" Wang Ao looked at General Xia with concern.

"Brother Xia was saved by the beauty, haha." Ye Teng joked.

Xia Ji breathed: "I'm fine."

Wang Ao and others looked at him, but they didn't look like something was wrong, so they began to discuss the evacuation.

The fire in the town was burning. The spring rain not only did not extinguish the flame, but instead made the flames more and more prosperous like fuel. The door was filled with thick black smoke.

The remaining family worshipers, guards broke into the door and looked for the young ladies of their families.

Some are grateful and some are sad.

Soon, the worshipers identified the enemy.

"Holy Meeting Candle Dragon?" An old man with an eagle looked like an eagle frowned deeply after hearing the description of his son.

"Isn't this a force involved in the incident of the Right Assistant Minister?"

"The White Tiger Punishment Hall and the Secret Guard are searching them, but they didn't expect that the capital would come out. They dare to encircle us in a mad manner?"

"I will definitely report to the head of the family when I return this time!"

Previously, the Great Zhou sent the White Tiger Punishment Hall to fight with the secret guards to ask each company to assist.

These aristocratic families just think that the matter is nothing to do with them, just want to do it, but this time, they obviously won't do this again.

Especially the family of the young lady who died will inevitably fully support the Great Zhou's actions against the Holy Association.

...

Meng Po's figure is like a ghost.

A man in white stepped on the green grass in the early spring.

She followed closely behind.

The two of them were dozens of miles away in a flash.

The man in white smiled slightly, stopped suddenly, and turned around.

It seemed like I had received a code, and many people in gray emerged around me.

These gray-clothed men had a very strong long crossbow in their hands facing the mysterious man in the gray-collar robe in the center.

"Is Emperor Yama?"

"Where is Zhulong?"

"Ha..." The man in white sneered, "You are just a fake, how can you be qualified to meet my master? But when we catch you and uncover your mask, we can catch the real Emperor Yama."

Meng Po also let out a sarcastic smile after the mask of Emperor Yan Luo who was wearing.

Her hands suddenly opened.

An extremely mysterious thought came to my heart.

She seemed to be completely immersed in a certain artistic conception.

The man in white clapped his hands.

Whoosh swish swish!!

Long crossbow and archery.

The arrows broke through the air like fierce snakes with tight bodies exposed fangs.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!!
To be continued...