The secret weapon technique of the Tang Sect is unparalleled in the world and has been inherited since ancient times, even now, there is no skill that can be compared with it.

After getting the remnants of the Tang Sect's secret weapon from Mu Yuanxin, Xiao Fan has been practicing hard, plus he had obtained the true transmission of the flying knife of the Thunder Blade, and the current secret weapon technique is extremely amazing.

Even in the dark, with the help of qi sensing and judgment, Xiao Fan's attack would definitely not fail.

"Uh......"

With a faint sound of horror and despair, a ninja fell to the ground, his eyes wide in disbelief.

As the darling of the night, he would actually die in the dark, which has to be said to be a mockery.

"Yaga!"

The hook nose roared in a low voice, and the sword was horizontal, coming towards Xiao Fan at a very fast speed, and the horizontal knife was a slash.

Bang!

A piece of glass shards collided with the hook-nosed sword, and the glass shard instantly turned into powder, and the attack trajectory of the knife was also missed.

A figure unconsciously appeared behind the hooked nose, and even in the dark, a touch of emerald green could be seen.

Cyan dagger!

The hooked nose is not weak, and the sense of crisis spreads all over his body in an instant, which stimulates his hair to stand on end, and he almost subconsciously pushes the knife behind him.

With a ding, Mei's dagger stabbed on the sword, and the huge force made the hooked nose stagger, but he used this force to roll on the spot, disappear into the darkness, and disappear.

Ten meters away, the hooked nose was drenched in cold sweat, and there was unconcealed horror in his eyes.

He couldn't imagine how the traitor Mai Hanasaki knew so many masters.

One can kill the opponent in the dark by perception and prediction, and the other is as strange as a phantom, quietly wandering in the dark, killing people in silence.

The cold sweat had already wet the tights, and the hooked nose stomped on the ground fiercely, jumping directly out of the fourth-floor window.

He resolutely chose to retreat.

"If you want to leave, isn't it too simple?" Xiao Fan snorted coldly, and the three pieces of glass shards shot away in the shape of a glyph, like the scythe of death, wanting to harvest the life of the eagle hook nose.

The hooked nose was in mid-air, and his body shape was difficult to change, and at this critical juncture, the crisis of death shrouded his mind.

"Drink!"

Seeing that the glass shards were approaching, Eagle Hooknose flew out of the grappling hook with one hand, clasped the window of a nearby building, and waved the wafer knife desperately with the other hand.

Bang Bang!

With two loud bangs in a row, the glass shards shattered, but there was another glass shard, which stabbed into the hooked nose's shoulder.

"Humph......"

In the muffled snort, Eagle Hook Nose's face was pale, with gloom and resentment in his eyes, and he could see Xiao Fan's face by the window clearly by the moonlight, and the hand that flew out of the grappling hook suddenly forced, and the whole person bounced into the building next to him and disappeared.

At the same time, when the other ninjas saw that the leader had fled, they naturally did not dare to linger, and scattered in all directions, intending to flee.

"If you don't leave a few masters, what face will you have to mix it up again?" Xiao Fan's face was a little ugly, and he escaped with a leader, if he let these minions flee with him, this face would really be lost, and he would inevitably suffer the ridicule of Mei Sanbu and the monk afterwards.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is finally going to succeed in surpassing the bad guys. "The monk's Buddha beads were tightly wrapped around the fist, and every punch was punched, and if it didn't hit, once it hit, no ninja could bear it, and immediately vomited blood and died.

And Mei Sanbu, the cyan dagger was harvesting, and he muttered: "One monk, one me, one monk, one me, well, one me, one monk, ouch, not enough points, Xiao Fan left one for me!"

Xiao Fan stood motionless by the window, and many ninjas who were planning to jump out of the window to escape were all unlucky.

They thought that they could open a breakthrough from Xiao Fan with their numbers, but in the end, they were all broken by broken glass and broke their throats or eyebrows, and they died a miserable death.

And what Xiao Fan has to do is just keep throwing glass shards.

Even in the dark, Wei Liang and the others were dumbfounded.

So many of their elite killers are bogey, and the strong enemies that need to be vigilant and guarded against, in the hands of Xiao Fan, Mei Sanbu and the monks, they are just like kindergarten children, purely hanging.

The gap between them made them bitter in their hearts, and a sense of powerlessness arose, and at the same time, they were extremely glad that Xiao Fan and the three of them were friends and not enemies, otherwise their fate would not be much luckier than these ninjas.

In just a few minutes, the battle was over.

A faint smell of blood wafted in the air, the green emergency lights lit up, and under the dim green light, the corpse of a ninja lay in a pool of blood, the green light, the red blood, looked extraordinarily oozing.

When ordinary people saw this picture, they were afraid that they would immediately pee their pants in fright, but fortunately, none of the people present were ordinary people, and almost all of them had blood on their hands when they licked blood, such a scene was not very difficult to accept.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not happy. The monk looked at his blood-drenched fist, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

At this moment, where does he look like a compassionate monk? It is clear that he is a ferocious and vicious madman.

Mei Sanbu wiped away the blood on the cyan dagger, put it in her arms, clasped her hands to her chest, rolled her eyes and said: "Monk, you drink wine, eat meat, like ghosts who are neither male nor female, and are bloodthirsty and easy to kill, the Buddha will not spare you." ”

"The thief benefactor knows a yarn, and my Buddha likes to solve everything violently. The monk retorted.

Mei Sanbu smiled disdainfully: "Which monk have you ever seen who doesn't rely on his three-inch incorruptible tongue?"

The monk glanced at Mei Sanbu: "If you can do it, try not to BB." ”

“……”

Mei Sanbu was choked, he suddenly felt that the monk was right, and he was speechless.

"Can you two restrain your bad taste a little?" Xiao Fan said unhappily: "Someone escaped, escaped! Escaped! Say important things three times! Three Tianjiao characters in the innate realm actually let a ninja escape, don't you feel ashamed?"

"We don't carry this pot. Mei Sanbu and the monk raised their middle fingers at Xiao Fan at the same time: "I escaped from you." ”

"It means that friends don't have to do it, no matter how cheap!" Xiao Fan angrily pulled Hanasaki Mai upstairs and threw the mess to Weiliang and the others.

Although the killers have worked hard all day, this mess still has to be cleaned up.

The body was disposed of, the blood stains were wiped out, and then some people from the Forgotten Worry Pavilion were found to restore the scene to its original state.

Mei Sanbu went downstairs with the monk shoulder to shoulder and walked out of the Forget Worry Pavilion, looking at the dark night sky, a little silent.

"That guy won't be going back tonight. Monk, you do a Dharma service, I wish him never to lift it again. "Mei three trails.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has the ability to do that a long time ago......"

(End of chapter)