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“79”！

The assassination master of the Gangjin realm can only be ranked "79"!

The moment Wu Ming saw the numbers, his heart shook slightly. What shocked the www.biquge.info was not the strength of the killer itself, nor the number, but the connection between the two, such a low-end number could reach the realm of Gangjin, although it was only the initial master of Gangjin, Wu Ming didn't look at it, but what about the master in the back?

A dark cloud hung overhead, a little heavy.

Lighting a cigarette, Wu Ming held it, and then continued walking. Fireworks drifted through the air, diluting the faint gore.

The entrance to the garden leads to the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard is full of flowers, the central pavilion is octagonal, and the bluestone path leading to the pavilion is two rows of green bamboos one person high, and the ground is dotted with small starry flowers. The moment Wu Ming walked into the courtyard, two fine lights erupted in his eyes, and the air around him suddenly turned cold.

A middle-aged man sat in the pavilion, his upper body naked, two bright blood reds, very thin and long, extending from his neck to his navel. Facing the direction Wu Ming was coming, the middle-aged man's eyes showed fear, his mouth was tightly closed, and he couldn't speak.

Nalan Xiong, the elder brother of Nalan Qian, who had a one-sided relationship, was once the most promising person to become the head of the Nalan family, but after being suppressed by Nalan Qian, he colluded with outsiders and wanted to subvert and become the head of the family. At this time, he leaned on the stone bench in embarrassment, looking indescribably frightened.

Wu Ming strolled into the gazebo, looked around, and found nothing unusual.

The only person who is alive and knows him, Wu Ming slapped it with a palm, pop!

A bright red palm print appeared on his face, and Nalan Xiong snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood is black and gives off an unpleasant fishy smell. Nalan Xiong hurriedly said: "Hurry up and save people, Lafayette and the head of the family have been arrested by them!" ”

Wu Ming glanced at the anxious Nalan Xiong and said lightly, "Why are you here?" ”

Nalan Xiong hurriedly said: "There is no time to explain now, they are in the secret base, and almost all the people of the three major families have been arrested. ”

Frowning slightly, Wu Ming said in a deep voice: "Where is the secret base?" ”

Nalan Xiong said, "I'll take you there!" ”

Wu Ming nodded.

Glancing at the woods next to him, Wu Ming saw the pavilion in the woods, and a vague breath came, smiled slightly, and did not leave.

"Hurry up!" Nalan Xiong said urgently.

Wu Ming shook his head and said, "The people have been arrested, they must have other uses." Otherwise, it will not be arrested, and it is not easy to take away the person who can take away the second grandmother. I'm going to meet him. ”

Nalan Xiong's face changed slightly, but he didn't object, just stood anxiously next to the tree, his eyes rolling.

Wu Ming walked towards the pavilion, his steps were light, and the footsteps were strangely heavy, as if he was playing a tune, full of rhythm, combined with the vibration in the air, making a slight hissing sound.

The pavilion was quiet and there was no sound, but Wu Ming noticed the faint sound of breathing inside, because of the influence of Wu Ming's footsteps, his breathing became disordered, and it was difficult to continue to maintain. This move is after seeing Ding Chunqiu's moves, drawing inferences from one another, without a name and surname, extremely powerful, purely a kind of spiritual momentum oppression. Surrendering without a fight is the best way to win against the enemy.

Wu Ming took the posture of a strong man, and from the moment he took the first step, he oppressed the other party.

It is very deeply hidden, but it is not difficult to feel it for Wu Ming, who is extremely keen.

Nalan Xiong looked at the pavilion in fear, his lips moving slightly, wanting to say something. But seeing Wu Ming's back, I don't know when it actually became extremely tall, like a mountain, which is admirable. Shaking his head and regaining his senses, Nalan Xiong was shocked to find that with the sound of footsteps of two steps, Wu Ming had already walked to the front of the pavilion. This is a place that Wu Cuihua likes very much, chanting and meditating in peacetime, eating fasting and reciting Buddha.

The Zhu Gate is two meters high, the door is engraved with Zhang Fei Guan Yu Door God, two huge copper bells are hanging by the handle, and the inside is peaceful. In the center of the hall is a futon, on which a kneeling person sits, an old dragon clock, with a staggering back, and there is no too strong aura on his body, his head is lowered, his hands are folded, and he prays for blessings.

Three sticks of sandalwood smoked, and the room was full of fragrance, and Wu Ming held his breath the moment he entered, and looked coldly at the kneeling person.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Wu Ming smiled and said, "The real body will appear!" ”

Poof!

The kneeling figure on the futon suddenly burst open, scattering as a cloud of smoke, slightly yellow, that quickly spread throughout the hall.

The hall was wrapped in mist, and the five fingers could not be seen, only the two bronze bell eyes of the Buddha statue shone brightly.

Wu Ming was as motionless as a mountain, and the yellow mist was blocked by an invisible wall of qi half a meter away, and it was not allowed to approach a single bit. His eyes were looking ahead, and an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just before the smile froze, an undetectable light behind him, and then the yellow smoke covered it, instantly came to the back.

Jingling!

The poisonous dragon thorn was like a living thing, instantly appearing behind it, blocking the incoming flash, the poisonous dragon thorn was extremely hard, and it was infused with a trace of strength by Wu Ming, becoming extremely sharp. With just a slight block, the opponent's weapon was broken in two.

Poof!

The energy on the edge of the dragon's thorn spread, and a cold light lit up in the dusk.

Pedal Pedal Ped

A shadow took three steps back, spurting blood from its mouth, turning and jumping, dissipating into the yellow light. The mist enveloped the hall for a long time. Wu Ming stood in the middle, not in a hurry or impatient, waiting for the other party's attack. Both seem to be testing each other's patience. The opponent expected that Wu Ming would save people, so he waited patiently, but Wu Ming's face was calm, and his eyes flashed with a ghostly light. When the opponent is hidden in the shadows, he will not appear again.

Pacing, Wu Ming walked under the Buddha statue in the thick weapon, confronted the bright eyes, and the eyes radiated a brighter gaze, this gaze seemed to penetrate the space, and saw the world behind the eyes, and there seemed to be something hidden in the Buddha statue. Wu Ming muttered, "It's so interesting! ”

Underneath the Buddha statue, under the cover of the yellow mist, a black shadow slowly squirmed. If Wu Ming could see it, he would be surprised. Because on the third floor of Yangmei's home, the same black shadow once appeared. At that time, Wu Ming killed the rattlesnake "No. 97", which was a sniper with the peak of his strength.

The surrounding mist surged, forming a monstrous beast maw that swallowed Wu Ming.

Wu Ming looked at the Buddha statue and still didn't understand, those eyes were extremely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them. There was a slight pain in his head, and Wu Ming suppressed the shock in shock and calmed down. He was now sure that he had seen the bright eyes of the Buddha statue in the Buddha hall. I just can't remember it now. It's like in the land of reincarnation, remembering that golden palm print, the power is incomparable, and one palm shatters the void. That kind of momentum that reigns over the world is still fresh in my memory.

Wu Ming was distracted and his breath was disordered. The opponent sensed it and seized the opportunity.

A bright light, with the sound of whistling wind, melted into the yellow mist and struck Wu Ming's lower body. The poisonous dragon thorn in Wu Ming's hand jumped faintly, making a cheerful sound. The poisonous dragon thorn is now like his third arm, and he is invincible at will.

Jingle Bell!

The poisonous dragon thorn dangled a beautiful white flower in the air, blocking the opponent's strong attack without leaking.

The moment Wu Ming's voice disappeared, he moved instantaneously and appeared under a large vermilion pillar. The dragon stinger snorted and thrust into the pillar.

Ahh A fatal move, when Wu Ming stabbed the poisonous dragon thorn into the opponent, the energy entered the opponent's body with the poisonous dragon thorn, raging wildly. The energy is mixed with the intruder, devouring the opponent's energy until the opponent dies.

One move, still one move, simple, direct and effective, is to die a person.

Wu Ming's eyes lit up and closed his eyes again.

The fog did not dissipate, but became thicker with the man's death, like a thick sponge covering the ground.

Suddenly turned around, Wu Ming slapped out without warning. A blue palm print broke through the mist and pulled out a long trajectory. Wherever the palm prints passed, the mist dispersed. It's too late, it's too soon. In an instant, the palm print was introduced into a figure.

There was another scream, and one person was knocked out of the hall by Wu Ming in a domineering way, rolling a few times, and then there was no sound.

When the man flew out of the hall, Wu Ming's body was flooded with yellow mist.

When you look up, you will face the Buddha statue with a palm.

The poisonous dragon thorn was withdrawn, Wu Ming's hands formed palm prints, a dark blue light slowly emerged, and the yellow mist around him was shocked by a powerful aura, and he didn't dare to get close to a meter. Within a radius of one meter, the clothes on Wu Ming's body were windless and automatic.

Ninety-nine to one, the second form, the beginning!

Endless compression, massive energy, swelling between the palms. A powerful palpitating aura came, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wu Ming's mouth, and he said, "Since you don't come out, then I'll beat you out." ”

A powerful aura was released from the outside of the breath, and the surrounding fog was forced out of the hall and dissipated into the trees.

"Go!"

Wu Ming shouted softly, and the light cluster submerged into the yellow mist that gradually dissipated, and the next moment it appeared in front of the Buddha.

Boom, the light ball was imprinted on the body of the Buddha statue, making a deafening sound.

The Buddha statue was hit by a ball of light and shattered in half. Among the Buddha statues, a figure rushed out of the sky, Wu Ming snorted coldly and said, "I want to go!" ”

The poisonous dragon thorn roared out, and Wu Ming controlled it with his strength and flew towards the figure.

Poof!

The poisonous dragon thorn submerged into the figure, the figure staggered, fell to the ground, and before he could get up, Wu Ming had already appeared beside him, looking at the other party ruthlessly.

The fog cleared, revealing a smooth hall, and Wu Ming could see the figure emerging from the Buddha statue clearly.

Short stature, just seeing the back, Wu Ming held the poisonous dragon thorn and pulled it out hard, poof! A green glow of night flew out of the opponent's body and rose two meters high.

The liquid falls on the floor, making a violent corrosive sound.

The two masters who died were only in the realm of transforming energy, and the person in front of him was much stronger than Zhi's transformation of strength, and he had obviously entered the realm of gangjin. The rattlesnake is so bold that it actually dispatched two Gangjin masters for the Nalan family.

The man didn't turn around, and his mouth let out a snarling laugh.

The voice is somewhat familiar, I don't know where I've seen it.

First, a ninja appeared, and now the person in front of him is dressed completely differently from a ninja, like a Taoist priest.

Suddenly turning his face, Wu Ming saw the other party's face, and his face changed drastically.

It's you!

(To be continued)