Xia Ji looked at the state of the main exercises in front of his iris:

[Sunflower Treasure Book], the thirteenth layer, embroidery enchantment.

[Jiuyang True Body], the twelfth layer, fuses the heavenly fire, the body of King Kong.

[Giant Spirit Xuanjian], Wupin Xuangong, the twelfth layer, 20 tons of strange power (40,000 catties)

[Longevity], the fifth grade of Xuangong, the ninth layer, the true qi is endless, and the ability to repair injuries is extremely strong

[Xuanyuan Seventy-two Ukiyo", four grades of Xuangong, the thirteenth layer, talisman: 9*3*3*3

In addition to the longevity formula, each of your exercises corresponds to an identity.

They are the Yama Heavenly Son, the Demon Monk, the Bull Head, and the Horse Face.

The corresponding forces are the Underground Assassins, the Buddhist Gate Tantra, the Li Family, and the Daomen.

There are also hundreds of other exercises that have been cultivated to the Great Perfection in a scattered manner, but they are no longer worth enumerating one by one.

If these exercises are mixed, unless the other person is killed, there is a suspicion of exposure...

Just at this moment.

Candle Dragon, are you here?

You're ready, and I'm ready.

It's just that if you come now, it's too much for me to look down on.

After all, the night is still long, and the time is still long.

In front of him, Xia Ning was pale and lying on the bed weakly.

Emerging in the dense forest, those people said that the demon concubine was chaotic and ruined.

His expression became more and more gentle, hiding a terrifying murderous intent.

At this time, Wang Ao walked over and said with a smile: "Brother Xia, you didn't behave well today, and you made Miss Wang angry." ”

He didn't learn anything, and he was a little upset.

Xia Ji shrugged and said, "She wants me to marry her, do you think I'm the one who gave up the entire forest for the sake of a tree?"

The three shook their heads desperately.

Xia Ji laughed.

As he was laughing, an abrupt sharp knife light tore the thick oiled paper on the window.

Woohoo!!

Spring.

Wind.

Break in with the screech of cracks.

It was a knife that cut through the air.

This knife broke through the wind like a wave, and slashed straight at Xia Ji, who was closest to the window.

Xia Ji was stunned, he should have been stunned.

But Wang Ao didn't, his reaction speed was very fast, and almost at the moment when the scream sounded, he had already kicked out and kicked on Xia Ji's seat, and the seat flew back.

At the same time, between the clenching of his fists, the iron fist gloves had already appeared on the fist.

Rumble!!

A punch of Tianyin punch directly slammed into the knife.

Cui Jue and Wang Ao have a strong tacit understanding.

The moment Wang Ao punched, he had already begun to move back, and as soon as his hands were raised, a hidden weapon slipped out of his cuffs, sandwiched between his hands, his arms were opened, and in an instant, the strange aura was stretched.

Ye Teng surrounded him, holding the soft sword at his waist, and looking around, he could be regarded as guarding this master of hidden weapons with limited mobility.

Three.

Iron Triangle.

The windows are broken.

A grey assassin rushed in.

He is very strong, Wang Ao is considered the strongest among the young, but he can only fight with his sword to a draw.

The next moment.

Countless windows were broken.

Left, right, front, back.

Skylights, gates.

The inn in the town outside Luoshui looked like a leaky coffin.

Countless cold lights and spring rain have poured in.

Soon, the voice of a certain family disciple wailing and screaming sounded.

"Ahhh

"Where's the killer?"

"Stop, do you know who we are?"

"Help!Help!!"

All sorts of voices rang out, and it was extremely noisy.

There was fear in the noise.

In the distance, the resting guards also noticed the movement here, and they flew towards it.

It's just that the killers of the Holy Order are already ready.

Darkness against light.

Directly killed a lot of hurried guards.

The rest is to fight outside the alleyway.

The spring rain is roaring.

Xia Ji looked flustered, as if he was in a panic.

After only a few steps forward, he was pulled by Wang Qiqi, and the long sword of the beauty ranked seventh on the Hundred Flowers List was horizontal in front of him, "Follow me." ”

Xia Ji didn't forget to take a deep sniff, and said greedily: "It's really fragrant." ”

Wang Qiqi frowned, "When is it?"

These people are strong, they seem to know exactly who we are, and they are here to kill people.

If those who come are not good and those who are good do not come, negotiations are useless, so we quickly find a place to hide. ”

At this time.

A hysterical scream sounded in the distance, and in the blood, in the candlelight, a long sword stabbed straight in, and in an instant, it was rapidly approaching!

Wang Qiqi pushed Xia Ji hard: "Go!"

She herself used a sword move with a horizontal sword, and with a coquettish sound, she greeted it.

But the long sword didn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

Before Wang Qiqi's sword move took shape, it was already torn apart by the sword on the opposite side.

It was a breaking move that was completely crushed from start to finish.

She sighed, closed her eyes and waited for death, glancing sideways at the young man she was protecting.

The little white face was fleeing towards the entrance of the ladder, looking panicked.

Wang Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief...

Are you going to die?

Being born in a powerful family may not be happy, if you don't die, then you will have to spend your life with this soft goods in the future, and it is good to be liberated.

But at this very moment...

A mysterious aura was born.

Whoosh!!

Spring!

Spring rain is like a cow's hair!

Such as embroidery!

Hundreds!

Million!!

It seems to be a constant stream.

Got in through all the holes that had been broken, and flowed out again.

The rain is pouring all over the sky, presenting a magical feeling.

Wang Qiqi watched in amazement as the spring rain passed through the left ear of the gray-clothed man in front of him, and his right ear came out.

And the sword that had stabbed in front of him with death was powerless to continue.

Bang.

Fell to the ground.

The man in gray also fell to the ground, and a pool of blood slowly spilled out.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of a body falling to the ground sounded continuously.

It was corpse after corpse.

It's all the corpses of killers.

Wang Qiqi was shocked, and all the sons and ladies of the family seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw.

"Who is it?"

How could there be a master of this level among the guards this time?

No, if you think about it, she has never seen a master of this level at all!

The town was in flames at this time.

In the blazing light, Wang Qiqi suddenly felt that there was a person standing in the hole of the skylight.

The gray-gold robes, like the mask of Yama on the shrine, overlooked everything in the house.

He stood alone, lonely, with his palms upward, as if he was weighing the ups and downs of this turbid world.

And the spring rain is like silk, embroidered like an arrow, and the murderous spirit is perfectly interpreted.

Wang Qiqi was stunned for a while.

At this moment, the man wearing the mask of the Son of Yama on the roof spoke, his voice was deep, but loud enough for all the sons of the families here to hear, "People of the Holy Order, do you think I don't know you with my face covered?"

The candle dragon is here, right?

If you come, there are some accounts, I have to settle them with you one by one. ”

A simple sentence made all the sons of the family understand who the enemy was, and in the future, the Holy Society would have to face many enemies.

Sou!!

As he spoke, gray shadows rushed towards him.

The sword light was full of chills in the firelight.

But the spring rains are even colder.

He seemed to be enveloped in infinite embroidery energy.

Anyone who approached him was instantly pierced by his strength and became a tattered hornet's nest.

Boom!

Boom!

One corpse after another fell from the air, or into the inn floor, or rolled off the roof.

Wang Qiqi's eyes widened, and he couldn't take his eyes off the mysterious gray gold man.

Although she didn't say it, her eyes were full of three words, "so handsome".

Looking sideways at the little white face, the little white face seemed to be so frightened that he was sitting on the stairs, hiding in the shadows, his face and body could not be seen clearly.

Wang Qiqi couldn't help but show disgust.