"There are assassins!"

At the moment when the silver light appeared, Lu Changkong, who had just broken through the second-stage Qi Dan realm, reacted.

His splendid clothes swelled and let out a loud shout.

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

Ning Zhao's white skirt staggered, her delicate body jumped, and she stood in front of Lu Fan, even Ni Yu, who vomited to the point of weakness, held the chessboard with a fierce and vicious look.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if the air was filled with murderous aura.

"Get out!"

Lu Changkong roared.

This sound, he was wrapped in aura, making the sound like a bell exploding.

To fend off the Assassins who are in awe.

......

Mo Liuqi was a professional assassin.

However, he actually doesn't like assassination.

He hates the smell of blood, but people in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves.

Moreover, the Mo family cultivated him to become the second assassin in the world, not to let him eat idle food.

Besides, this time the task was released to him by the woman herself, and he couldn't refuse.

The master who taught him the art of assassination had said that as an assassin, you could not have feelings.

Because feelings will make mistakes, and they will make him soft-hearted.

But Mo Liuqi can't do it, so he is the second in the world, and he will never become the first in the world.

He is not an assassin with no feelings, he has feelings, even more fiery than ordinary people, he silently likes a woman, he suppresses his liking, making his feelings more and more like a volcano that has accumulated for hundreds of millions of years.

This time, he didn't want to take it, and he didn't dare to take it.

Assassinate the Great Zhou National Teacher, a Confucian master, a terrifying existence with the strength of Zhuzi......

The first in the world didn't dare to take it, why did he, the second in the world, dare to take it?

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

The words he had prepared to reject only turned into a soft word, "Good."

And so, here he came.

He was ready not to go back.

He didn't like North L.A. because the city was wicked.

However, as much as he doesn't like it, this city will become his burial ground.

His life, even until death, is involuntarily born.

Mo Liuqi thought a lot about the donkey cart.

He bought a cheap hairpin from a roadside stall and used scissors to engrave a woman's name on it.

If he could get out of this city alive, he would definitely give her this pearl hairpin with his own hands.

......

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

Eyes like torches.

The pig-killing knife was raised, and an invisible knife qi lingered around his body, and the aura gushed out from the qi pill and surrounded his body.

Lu Changkong's second-stage Qi Dan, his hair and temples are flying, and his combat power is not weak.

The two preceded the Assassins.

The moment the silver scissors appeared, a name sprung up in the hearts of the two.

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

The assassin is gone, and the blood is gone!

This is the world's evaluation of him, the art of assassination, second only to the first assassin in the world, a trace of ink.

Mo Liuqi's speed is too fast.

Pretending to be a civilian driver, he pretended to fall to the ground accidentally, but he exploded in an instant.

It was a premeditated assassination.

There is no abnormal sound of the body explosion of the grandmaster martial artist.

The Assassins wanted silence.

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

He's too fast.

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

Ding!

Two crunchs.

The silver scissors were on Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife, making his movements stagnate.

Wait for Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing to come back to their senses.

Mo Liuqi had already swept over their bodies like a shadow.

This assassin's light skills can be called unusual.

Luo Yue came to his senses.

He burst into tears, glaring angrily, and the momentum of a first-class military general was exerted to the extreme, standing with his sword on his shoulder, wanting to draw his knife out.

However.

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

The body rotated horizontally, and the tip of his toe hit Luo Yue's hand with the knife drawn, causing the knife that he had drawn out half of it to be stepped on again.

Mo Liuqi didn't kill anyone who had nothing to do with it.

He is not the same as the murderous facial paralysis, he only kills the target, not the target, he does not kill.

Luo Yue's body staggered back two steps, his face pale.

Looking at Mo Liuqi, who was like a swimming fish, skimming his body, he was terrified.

If Mo Liuqi wanted to kill him, as long as the silver scissors wiped his neck just now, he would be dead.

The national teacher has gray hair and cloudy eyes.

In the face of Mo Liuqi's galloping assassination, he was calm.

He had expected it.

It is difficult to get out of the imperial capital, how can the Mo family let go of this opportunity.

"Peace, be careful. ”

On the old face of the national teacher, a solemn face appeared, and he said.

He was afraid that it would affect Lu Fan.

The Mo family assassin is unparalleled in the world.

It's not for nothing.

Rumble!

The robes on the national teacher's body surged and bulged slightly.

The majestic aura above the head gathered.

The mouth was like a river, and the terrifying Haoran righteousness turned into coercion, trying to suppress the assassin.

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

The powerhouses of the sub-level ...... Is it said that assassination can be assassinated?

Don't look at the weakness of the national teacher, you can't help but be windy, and your blood is weak.

But......

As soon as the national teacher drinks the righteousness, he can drink and retreat thousands of troops.

Well?

Suddenly.

Lu Fanyu raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

......

Mo Liuqi's face was as calm as water.

This quest is really hell difficulty......

Confucianism is magnificent.

It's so strong! It's scary!

The huge pressure made him lose the courage to wave the scissors at the national teacher, and even pressed him, and he couldn't help but kneel.

Sons!

Mo Liuqi took a deep breath.

The next moment, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

The body fell to the ground, and the scissors in his hands were raised high.

Pierced into his thigh, tearing open a bloody wound, the stinging sensation, making the fear in his mind temporarily numb and disappear.

Getting rid of the oppression of Haoran Qi, he followed him like a shadow again, gritting his teeth, and the navy blue cloth robe was blown against his body.

He is getting closer to the national teacher.

Five-step, four-step, three-step......

He even saw clearly the face of the young man with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair.

However, Mo Liuqi didn't care, in his eyes, there was only the mission goal.

The national teacher's robe fluttered, and his palm pushed forward.

Boom!

Mo Liuqi's complexion changed suddenly, his pupils constricted, and the whole person seemed to hit a wall, and blood spurted out from his mouth and nose.

A low roar came from Mo Liuqi's mouth.

The silver scissors in his hand were thrown out by him.

The silver scissors were also stained with blood, and beads of blood burst out in the air.

The scissors rotated at high speed, wrapped in huge force, and approached the door of the national teacher.

However, the national teacher tilted his head slightly, and the scissors were attached to the national teacher's cheek, and he flew by a fraction of a second......

Lu Fan looked at this scene, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

A sunspot was picked up from the chess box.

Mo Liuqi looked at the scissors that were almost a centimeter away, his face was covered with blood, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly.

There was no disappointment, but a sigh of relief.

"Azhu, I didn't disappoint you. ”

Mo Liuqi murmured.

The next moment.

His five fingers were clawed, and his face was a little hideous.

The speeding scissors actually froze in the air, telling to spin, with the sound of breaking the sky, stabbing towards the back of the national teacher's head!

The silver scissors are getting closer and closer to the back of the national teacher's head.

Two inches, one inch, half an inch......

The national teacher's body was also stiff, and there was a breath of death, enveloping his body.

Suddenly.

Mo Liuqi's face froze.

Bite!

A crisp sound lingered.

Silver scissors flying upside down...... It was stopped.

Mo Liuqi saw that the tip of the silver scissors was only half an inch away from the back of the national teacher's head, but it was held up by a floating black chess piece.

That half an inch, the end of the world.

Mo Liuqi stared, and his gaze turned to the side of the national teacher, the young man with red lips and white teeth in a wheelchair.

saw the young man look at him with some surprise on his face.

"It's a little interesting, you can actually figure out the method of 'Yiyi Imperial Knife' by yourself?"

"It's a good seedling. ”

"Excellent. ”

The corners of the young man's mouth were raised, and he said lightly with appreciation.

The words fell.

Mo Liuqi saw an invisible airflow surging around the young man's wheelchair, raised his hand, and slapped it towards him from a distance.

Rumble!

Mo Liuqi felt that his eyeballs were about to burst out of his sockets, and bile was about to spit out.

The body was lying on the ground, and the ground smashed cracked and dented, and the cracks continued to spread.

Five-body throws to the ground, can't move!

Horror and coercion, like a mountain, are more domineering and oppressive than the Confucianism of the national teacher!

Invisible coercion is the most deadly.

"Azhu, I failed, I met a monster ......"

Mo Liuqi was sad.

I only had time to think of this thought.

He fainted completely.