There was a wind blowing on the roof of the building, and perhaps sensing something, a few domestic white pigeons cooed a few times, flapping their wings and flying away from the abandoned building.

The rose on the chest of the suit killer is red and bright like blood.

His gaze was equally soft, and he also contained murderous intent, but he did not draw his gun at the first time.

In his career as a killer, every time he accepted a mission, he was paid first, because he was sure that he would complete the task.

This time, it was an exception.

The world's top killers, even if they have long since left their original organization, in terms of news channels, of course, will not be left behind.

Xu Qingqiong is undoubtedly the most challenging assassination target in his killer career!

A person who grew up in an orphanage and received harsh training related to killers since he was a child, money and beauty can no longer be his motivation.

It's like the rose in his breast pocket, fragrant and delicate, but if it leaves the soil, it is not far from withering.

The difficult challenge is like a "fertile soil" in a sense......

Isn't this kind of motive ridiculous?!

But how can this kind of "prodigal" character who lives behind the sunshine care about the eyes of others.

Only when killing someone, will the person feel that he is still alive, feel alive, like a person embarking on a road of no return, can only move forward, never go back.

Backwards often mean death.

If there really is a footless bird in this world, then he is such a person, and when he flies down from the clouds, it is not that he is tired, but that he can no longer fly......

Xu Yun didn't rush to make a move, he felt a little emotion in his heart, the eyes of the person in front of him were very pure, so pure that he gave birth to a sense of familiarity.

Maybe when he was fighting in the Star Sea and Ten Thousand Realms, in the eyes of the countless monks who died under his sword, could he be such a look and such a person?

Pure people often cannot distinguish between good and evil.

Pure people are often people who are not afraid of death.

Since he is not afraid of death, then of course he Xu Qingqiong will not make a move in a hurry.

He Xu Qingqiong is also a pure person in another sense, so pure as decisiveness.

In his eyes, this killer, no matter what his background is, no matter what he has experienced, it doesn't matter, since he has touched his scales, there is only one death.

"You're here to kill me?" Xu Yun asked.

Of course, he would not think that the real purpose of this person appearing in Wanzhou was to assassinate the old man and the third uncle.

A hint of morbid excitement flashed in the suit killer's eyes.

He was observing, or rather, he was noticing the changes in Xu Yun's dantian.

Some of the martial arts masters who fell in front of him were shot and fell to the ground before they even had time to bloom their breath.

The speed at which he draws his gun, his ability to quickly locate moving objects, and the accuracy of his marksmanship, no one knows to what extent, and those who know are all dead.

The martial arts breath is fast, or his marksmanship is fast, at least in this person's career, he has not been defeated, otherwise he will never be able to stand here.

"You're so sure?!" The killer in the suit opened his mouth, with an accented Mandarin, and this angular-edged face, indicating that this person may be of Chinese descent, or it may be a country in East Asia, and he has a talent for languages.

Xu Yun nodded.

In terms of strength, of course, this person is an ant, but the purity of this person's heart makes Xu Yun feel a trace of appreciation.

The person who is going to be killed is not necessarily spurned.

In other words, in the face of a dead man, there are nothing more than two attitudes, let him die a decent death, or, a quick solution.

Of course, Xu Yun chose the former, after all, there are not many people who can stand in front of him so fearlessly.

Some people are ignorant and fearless, and this one may be the same, but this person is clearly more inclined to those who regard death as a kind of destination.

He is the dignified Emperor of Heaven, a person who conquers the heavens and all worlds and walks the immortal path in the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood.

"I know you're keeping an eye on my every move, and I know of course you're so calm that your palms don't even tremble in the slightest, and your gun only has one bullet... It's a pity that you are wrong, even if I Xu Qingqiong doesn't do anything, just stand still, just a bullet hits me, like an itch. ”

Xu Yun took a step forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and spoke lightly.

He wasn't trying to break this person's self-confidence, it wasn't necessary, he just wanted to state a fact.

For a mortal who still appreciates a little, these words are already a bit much.

Of course the suit killer doesn't believe it!

His hands were still dry, still as calm as Xu Yun said.

He has a reason not to believe, among the martial arts masters he has successfully killed, there is no shortage of cultivators who have cultivated and practiced the hard-core way, but without the defense of the breath, he still fell in a pool of blood.

How can the human body, which is by no means steel, withstand the lethality of bullets? Or the heart, or the eyebrows, or the throat, a bullet, no one can survive.

He's waiting!

When Xu Yun bloomed his breath, it was that moment, and his movements would be completed in one go.

Draw your gun, aim, shoot!

It was precisely because of this strong self-confidence, and because he had killed the so-called powerhouses in the martial arts world, that he decided that Xu Yun was just stalling for time, or rather, he just wanted to make him waver.

"Do you have any regrets?" Xu Yun asked lightly.

Obviously, this is already the greatest mercy that Xu Yun showed when facing the person who was about to be killed.

The suit killer laughed.

If there is wine at the moment, he would really like to have a drink with this guy named Xu Qingqiong, and then go his own way.

Of course, he didn't have alcohol at the moment, and Xu Yun didn't look like a person who liked to drink, but this suit killer had a dagger.

Unlike his murderous gun, this dagger is also used to kill, but it is himself who kills.

A missed shot means that it's time for him, a footless bird, to rest.

Rest, for such a killer, means falling.

In fact, since he stepped into the career of a killer, he has been prepared for this, either successfully assassinating the target or killing himself.

A killer with a "cleanliness fetish" who is so pure that Xu Yundu has a hint of appreciation, and he will never allow the target task to kill himself in turn.

Under this premise, Xu Yun asked, do you have any regrets, of course, it is nonsense to this person.

But the killer's pure and fearless eyes still inevitably fluctuated slightly.

He was patient enough, but this young man seemed to be more patient than himself, and from the moment he appeared, there was still no sign of blooming breath, which ......

"You're not going to make a move?" The suit killer frowned.

"Are you waiting for me to make a move?" Xu Yun shook his head slightly.

The suit killer nodded.

Xu Yun sighed lightly, the purity of his heart is just worthy of appreciation, but it will never be about strength.

Don't say that it is crushing in the absolute sense, only that as soon as his stealth technique is cast, it is a mortal martial monk of Wei Wushuang's level, and it is difficult to perceive his breath, this person may have first-class marksmanship and first-class psychological quality, but he is too conceited, to put it mildly, there is a huge gap in the cognitive level, and it is not an ant's foot to step forward!

"In that case, I'll give you this chance!"

The words fell, the wind rose, and the young man's purple mansion moved.

Everything is just a false momentum, a small mortal, not worthy of his sword, he just wants to let this person with a pure heart have a chance to make a move before killing this person.

The Mountain of Blood Sea Corpses, the Immortal Dao, there are not many opponents who can make him remember, but in the world, this person is one.

As soon as the young man's purple mansion moved, the killer in the suit really pulled out his gun, and the action was done in one go, like lightning, which could not be described as unpleasant.

Bang!

The bullet was impartial and shot at Xu Yun's heart.

If Xu Yun was just a martial arts master, this bullet would inevitably kill!

It will inevitably take time for the breath to bloom, which is also the reason why the martial arts master will often predict the breath blooming technique before the decisive battle.

Bite!

The bullet hit Xu Yun's chest, but instead of making a sound of bones and flesh tearing, it made a sound similar to metal colliding.

The first three small realms of the foundation realm, the copper skin fairy bone flying sword!

The suit killer's eyes finally changed, but his reaction was not slow, and he didn't even have any momentum to escape at all, but neatly took out a dagger and pressed it against his throat, and then asked in a deep voice.

"If you lose, you lose, before I die, Xu Qingqiong, if you don't mind, can you tell me, how different are you from those martial arts masters I killed, could it be that your body is different from ordinary people?!"

Killers, even if they are top-level killers, have a rough understanding of martial arts, and if they ask, of course they won't be so clever.

"I'm an immortal!"

The young man spoke slowly, telling the truth.

The suit killer was stunned for a moment, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, I don't know whether he thinks Xu Yun is sarcastic or really believes it.

Laugh at!

The dagger sank into his throat, and it was neat, and with a bang, the sharp weapon fell to the ground, and the person covered his throat and slowly fell......

A few white doves circled, blood stained red roses, it was impossible to tell which ones were blood, those were the original color of the petals, the snow-white quilt was still fluttering in the wind, the young man stood with his back hand, a ball of fire shot out, and turned to leave.

He didn't even know the name of this person, but he knew that some people were destined not to be friends, but even if they were opponents, they deserved respect......

……

Immortal Dojo, the afterglow will be gone, and the young man will come into the air.

The soldiers scattered immortals, led by Sun Miao, and dozens of people stood in the wind, a fairy.

The demon clan scattered immortals, respecting Bai Li, hundreds of old demons stood side by side, and the demonic spirit was pervasive.

The first person in front of him was a prince.

Forget the sword and never miss.

This time, the boy came alone, even if Pei Ju was worried, he still couldn't go along.

In the depths of the dojo, the walls of the spiritual mountain trembled, and somehow ......

The old Taoist priest's eyes moved, and the purple-faced monkey gave up the stupid act of moving mountains day after day and walked over.

The ancient scroll of the Dao robe flickered, and the pattern that had not been complete for thousands of years appeared for the first time, and there were signs of extending and wandering to fill in the gaps......