Having eliminated forty assassins in one go, Mo Qian let out a long breath.

There were two or three big cats and small cats left, and Mo Qian greeted them with a short sword in his hand.

As soon as they fought, he felt that something was wrong.

The attack was much smaller than he expected, and the sharpness was far less than that of the assassins he had encountered.

Compared to the assassins they encountered at the beginning, these men in black were very unskilled in their perspective, and they could be seen with a sweep of the ink poor eagle's eye, and they no longer needed to rotate to block.

The short sword holds the Hidden Blade, and with a swing of the circle, it stabs the enemy back, causing the Hidden Blade to plunge into the opponent's neck.

It stands to reason that as long as the other party is focused, he can pull it out at the moment when the Hidden Blade stabs into the neck, so it is not fatal.

But the black-clothed assassin in front of him didn't do it, and killed himself with a snort.

Their strength and reflexes are far inferior to those of Mo.

After stabbing a few to death, Mo Qian abandoned the knife and directly captured one with his bare hands.

Forcefully pressed the assassin's hands against the carpet, first removing the joints, and then freeing up one hand to fumble up and down.

After only touching it twice, Mo Qian suddenly pretended to be blocked, and felt that his hand was pricked by something.

Only then did he realize that the surface of the black-clothed assassin's robe was hidden with many barbs, which were as thin as cow's hair, but fortunately he had a powerful protection.

In the face of these thorns, Mo Qian's first reaction was poisonous.

Come to think of it, this acupuncture design is meaningless and lethal if it is not quenched.

"The previous assassins didn't have this kind of trick on their bodies...... is also an assassin in black, why is there such a big gap in strength?" Mo Qian asked.

"Whoever dares to stand in the way of the Assassin's Blade must die. I killed two of you from the Blue and White Society, and six of Haman's bodyguards, and it is not a loss to die at your hands. Are you a member of the Society, Beta, or Gamma?" the assassin asked calmly as he was pinned to the ground by Mo Qiao, not panicking at all.

Mo Qian replied, "Alpha." ”

The assassins were stunned, and what their mentor told them was that most of the alpha members, the mentor could be killed, and a small number of beta members, the mentor could not be afraid.

However, in one breath, Mo Qian killed forty assassins, including four real mentors.

If it weren't for the fact that Mo Qian was too young, the assassin would have suspected that Mo Qian was a member of the Gamma Society.

However, the rank may not fully correspond to strength, although the mentor corresponds to the beta level, there will also be a small number of novice members who are particularly strong.

It seems that Mo Qian is the kind of person who is particularly tough.

"No wonder you can kill the Mentors, the Blue and White Society has updated its armament again, what is that wooden bird?" the Assassin asked.

Mo Qian glanced at him, he also knew that the assassin was not afraid of interrogation, so he asked casually, but he didn't expect that the assassin not only didn't say anything, but also talked to him in turn.

He admits that he is excellent at marksmanship, but he pays more attention to the wooden bird, which ends up flying in the air and slashing down the assassin like a whirlwind, which is terrifying.

If all members have this thing, the personal ability of the members will be on a higher level.

Mo Qian also guessed what he was afraid of when he asked this, and deliberately said: "The society has approved the arming of wooden armored beasts, if you all have this strength, any Alpha Club member can also deal with a large group of assassins." ”

Although the rank is not a title of strength, members with high ranks are often particularly powerful, because they have made outstanding achievements and have more containment points to strengthen themselves.

Like Gou Ye, don't look at the body with no absolute characteristics, but I don't know how much I have eaten just the derivatives, the kind of Danmu that kind of thing, after eating it for more than ten years, Gou Ye estimates that it will be fine to go to the alchemy furnace.

You know, that guy can 'be a local tyrant' and has to use adaptive seeds to breed tobacco......

Hearing Mo Qian's words, the assassin sneered and did not speak.

Mo Qian tilted his head and said, "Or are you just indiscriminate?" The assassin a few days ago was also black, more than twice as strong as you. Why?"

"Have you ever fished?" said the Assassin suddenly.

Mo Qian was shocked, frowned, and said, "What do you mean?"

"When you think about it, you'll know why. The Assassin smiled mysteriously.

Mo Qian put the knife on his neck and said, "You tell me clearly, do you know anything?"

The assassin grinned, and jerked his neck out with all his might, sending the knife at the knife, and the artery ruptured on the spot.

Mo Qian sighed, not surprised by this result, but the last words of the assassin made him care.

Fishing...... Will the little brothers be fishing?

Will today's plan continue to be implemented? Will there be any pitfalls?

Puzzled, he escorted Haman towards the racecourse.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, but he always had a sense of foreboding, as if it was about something very important.

Along the way, he was even distracted and almost got close to a mentor-level assassin.

It was a white-clothed assassin who suddenly jumped from the sky, falling silently, and by the time Mo Qian reacted, he was already within two meters.

When Mo Poor found him, he only saw a cold light and a fleeting white shadow, and his vision was wonderful.

"Ding!"

Mo tried his best to block, but was shaken by the huge force and stumbled more than three meters.

It's so strong, this is the first time he has actually had a hand-to-hand hand with the white-clothed assassins, and the previous ones were all locked and killed, so that these white-clothed assassins who claimed to be able to kill even the members of the Beta Society died in vain.

As soon as they fought at this moment, they knew that this assassin was nearly twice as strong as him, with a strength of at least 1,500 kilograms.

At the same time, it is extremely sensitive, and it is as fierce as a bear!

If it's just strong strength, once the ink is poor, is it not false, no matter how strong it is, is it strong as the ghost of Mount Tai?

If it's just fast, it's not false that Mo is poor, no matter how fast he is, is his idea fast?

But when the two are combined, it's a killing weapon.

"Ding ding!" Mo Qian continued to block, and he felt that his hand was about to break.

He used both hands, and he was also pressed and beaten.

I can't see each other, and Mo Qian can only be blinded!

"Fight ......" Mo Qian shook his hand and slapped a flying knife and shot directly behind him.

But this is obviously whimsical, even if Mo Qian predicts the position, the other party can even dodge the bullets, this kind of shooting that does not directly lock on to the target, but uses a certain place in mid-air as the landing point, can naturally dodge.

However, Mo Qian threw the knife with ease, he freed up this hand, quickly felt out two needles, and pierced his ears.

Suddenly there was silence, and he closed off his hearing.

Through the contact, silently recite the password and play the song of reversal.

In the past ten seconds of listening to the song, Mo Qiao's block was almost dislocated, and the white-clothed assassin struck a heavy blow, and Mo Qian's knife actually came out of his hand.

"Die!" the white-clad assassin snorted indifferently.

However, the moment the knife came out of his hand, it flew sideways and automatically collided with the assassin's Hidden Blade!

This time, let the Hidden Blade shift slightly, and in normal times, it can still be pierced into the neck.

But when the Hidden Blade stabbed down, the white-clothed assassin found that his neck had become thinner!

Even so, he vomited his strength and wanted to break this neck.

Unexpectedly, the other party slipped and didn't keep his hand, and suddenly shrank his legs and hugged his head, and the whole person formed a ball, and jumped out.

At the same time, Haman, who had been dragging his feet, suddenly felt the thigh in his arms become thinner and smaller, and suddenly slipped out of his hand.

How could he let his thighs slip away, and hurriedly grabbed it, but only grabbed a boot and a pair of pants.

Looking at Mo Qian again, she has become a little girl, shrunk into a ball and jumped out of a few meters in an instant, and then turned at an acute angle in the air, and there was a ripple in the air, and she instantly turned back.

At this sudden turn, Mo Qian was already facing the enemy, and he took out a small short sword in his hand, and his body and sword turned into a straight line, directly taking the assassin.

Volley back, galloping!

"Is this the raging form of the members?" the white-clothed assassin felt that Mo Poor was already faster than him.

He hurriedly dodged, wanting to sweep out of the range of Mo Qian's perspective again, but Mo Qian's body was light, and with the same strength, he turned around and moved in the air much faster than before.

It's impossible to think about his vision anymore.

Not only that, but Mo Qian locked on to the target, and it was useless for the white-clothed assassin to flee to the ends of the earth.

"Huh?" the white-clad assassin was amazed, he dodged six times in a row, and all six times were accurately predicted by Mo Qiao.

The sword in his hand seemed to be waved casually, and it chased straight after him, no matter how he tried to escape, it was like a shadow.

The white-clad assassin tossed back and forth on the ground and in mid-air, flipping and moving, but he was always chased by Mo Qiao.

When he got to the back, he simply retreated backwards, but saw Mo Qian's little feet kicking the air wildly in mid-air, constantly accelerating, and then suddenly let go in mid-air, and the sword flew straight away.

"Huh?"

"Ding!" The white-clothed assassin jerked out a one-handed axe from behind him, instantly blocking Mo Qian's short sword.

The moment he blocked it, the corners of the white-clothed assassin's mouth curled slightly, what is the use of it, the strength is too bad.

The white-clothed assassin used his backhand to push the dagger back, and fought back.

However, as soon as he did this, he heard a click, and the axe shattered......

"What!"

The white-clothed assassin watched in horror as Mo Qian's flying sword pierced through the axe's face, piercing his heart at unabated speed.

"How could it be ......"

The white-clothed assassin couldn't figure out how this sword could be so powerful, but knowing that he was going to die, he smashed the broken one-handed axe fiercely, trying to replace Mo Qian.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qian had already taken out a gun, and he shook it like a convulsion!

With a bang, the bullet flew half of the one-handed axe in the air.

The white-clothed assassin's pupils shrank, and this marksmanship ......

"Forty brothers in the temple...... You killed it?" the white-clad assassin had lost his strength, staggering against a tree behind him, and slowly slid down.

"It's me. Mo Qian admitted.

"Gamma, forget it, it doesn't matter. "The white-clad assassin had seen the bodies in that part of the palace, and four of them had been shot.

Although most of them were indiscriminate, the white-clothed assassins were real masters, and they were killed for the real thing.

No wonder he couldn't attack for a long time, and he was killed by him......

In the last moment, the white-clad assassin looked at the few black dots soaring in the sky, which were his love eagles.

He slowly closed his eyes, and at this moment, Mo Qian suddenly asked, "What do you mean by fishing?"

The assassin who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Qian, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile, which was just as strange and inexplicable as the previous black-clothed assassin.

"When you think about it, you'll know. ”

"Huh?" Mo Qian frowned, and said this sentence again, the same thing that the person had answered him before.

There's got to be a mystery to that!

But after the white-clothed assassin said this, the last of his strength had passed, and he died silently under the tree.

After seeing him swallow his breath, Mo Qian was confused.

"What exactly does fishing mean?"

He felt that there must be something strange in it, and that there must be a great conspiracy hidden here.

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