Mo Cone, a natural disaster more than 20 years ago, he was just an inconspicuous child in the refugee pile, after his family starved to death, he was adopted by an ordinary spy alliance, and naturally joined the spy alliance with his adoptive father. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info this ordinary boy has only one difference, he is extremely interested in poisonous insects, rats and ants, except for loneliness, only these things that make people stay away and grow up with him.

Ten years later, even within the Dark Alliance, no one wants to intersect with him, and he is becoming more and more withdrawn and poisonous. With his supernatural poisoning methods, Ink Cone was able to jump out of the halls, and he was not involved in the trivial matters of the alliance, and he was only responsible for one thing - assassination.

This is an extremely difficult opponent, Yan Wu stared at the ink cone with a cautious expression, and the iron in his hand was good at breaking a corner, so as to block the poisonous skill he didn't know when he would use at any time. Mo Cone still looked relaxed, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled, and asked: "I see that you are not an ordinary person, why don't you report yourself?" If you have a slight relationship, it is better to stop as soon as possible so as not to hurt the harmony. ”

The ink cone is arrogant, but his mind is very clear, although his poison skills are strong, but it is far from the level of invincibility in the world, not to mention, just the three saints of Lingyun Pavilion who can kill people in the air with sword qi, just walking out of the air is not something he can deal with. The rivers and lakes are sinister, and if you want to live for a long time, the most taboo thing is to provoke people who shouldn't be messed with.

"I don't have any connection to the spy alliance." Yan Wu said lightly: "If you don't want to fight, you can leave now." ”

Leave? How can it be! Not to mention that there is a task in this place, the venom newly trained by the ink cone also needs several training goals. Fang Cai Yan Wu made a sneak attack on Xue Dingzhou, and he saw every move of the ink cone in his eyes, thinking that he could not pose any threat to him, since it had nothing to do with the spy alliance, and Fang Cai mentioned that Wu Zong was afraid that there was no entanglement, so that the ink cone had no scruples, he shouted, and his legs suddenly kicked to the ground, like an offline sharp arrow from the front straight at Yan Wu.

A bland claw, but the gust of Gangfeng was clamped, and before the offensive came, Yan Wu already felt that her cheeks were cut by Gangfeng, she didn't dare to be careless, her little hand shook slightly, the fan surface was completely opened, and she greeted it with a sharp fan on one side. If it is cut right this time, it is not impossible for the other party to cut off all five fingers, and at the same time, he is hidden behind the fan, Yan Wu instinctively used the safest move.

Seeing that the claw fans were about to intersect, the ink cone suddenly smiled softly, and the claw of the thunderous Wan Jun only turned back in an instant, which was actually a false move, and at the same time, the left hand of the fist reached forward, sprinkled out a handful of powder, and a thin smoke was raised, Yan Wu's complexion changed, and he hurriedly struggled to breathe, and retreated.

After she settled, she secretly lifted her breath and didn't notice anything unusual, so she breathed a sigh of relief. The ink cone that stopped did not pursue, but stood in place and smiled lightly: "Little girl, this medicine powder is not for you, but for your difficult fan." ”

When Yan Wu heard this, he instinctively looked down. The iron fan, which was originally shining with cold glow and was unusually sharp and smooth, was floating with a layer of yellow-brown rust at a speed visible to the naked eye. How so? Yan Wu was stunned, this fan was made of fine iron, even if it was wet in the past, there was no need to polish it, and there had never been rust spots on it, but at this moment, the iron filings on the fan surface had begun to fall off automatically, and a good weapon was scrapped in the blink of an eye.

She still underestimated the ink cone, and she accidentally suffered a loss. But fortunately, it is unharmed, and this fight still has to be fought.

"Miss, go on." Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Ping hurriedly snatched the long sword from Ji Feng's hand and threw it far away at Yan Wu.

"Ding", after a sword groan, the long sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at the ink cone. Although she was as imposing as a rainbow, the latter was not in a hurry or impatient, and said lightly: "Little girl, you are doomed." The sword is good, but it doesn't provide you with any cover, so how are you going to fight next? ”

"Hmph." With a cold snort, Yan Wu drove forward, and Taiqi's arm shook out two sword flower straight ink cones and two large cover doors.

"Good skills." The ink cone body flashed slightly, and after avoiding it, he laughed loudly: "I am becoming more and more curious about you, but all masters are seeking refinement and not more, the more the more it is, the more miscellaneous it is, and the miscellaneous it is, you are not only a young man with an iron fan to make it superb, but you don't want swordsmanship to be so superb." ”

He was still in the mood to speak, obviously far from reaching the limit, and the attack on the face was easily flashed, Yan Wu's heart sank, knowing that he had met a strong opponent, and he didn't dare to have any reservations, the long sword danced fast, and the sword shadow in the sky shrouded the ink cone.

Although the poison is good, it is not enough to eat all over the world in one move, the ink cone knows this very well, so the fist and foot kung fu has never fallen, in the face of the surrounding swords, he is not stupid to resist with flesh and blood. Instead, he used a very unskilled "lazy donkey rolling" and picked up the dagger that Xue Dingzhou left behind.

With a weapon, he has confidence, although Yan Wu relies on the long sword to occupy a certain advantage, the ink cone can also rely on the dagger to temporarily defend, of course, the most important thing is the moment when Yan Wu uses poison on him, although the attack is fierce, there is always a little spare strength.

"Get out of the way." Xiaoping looked at Ji Feng with an unkind face. "Get out of the way."

Inexplicably being murdered, Ji Luo hurriedly took two steps back to leave enough space for her. The small screen didn't say a word, raised his hand to draw the bow and tie the string, and pointed directly at the ink cone. I couldn't see that this little girl had a bit of brute strength, so she easily pulled a full string.

The strings have been full, and the small screen that wants to give the Yan Dance Gang a handle is in trouble at the moment. The battle between the two in front of her is really fierce, and the movements are extremely fast, the position is constantly changing, and if you make a rash shot, you will hurt Yan Wu, how can she shoot this arrow. After pondering for a long time, Xiao Ping withdrew his hand and put down the longbow again.

"Why didn't you?" Ji Feng stretched his neck and asked in a low voice.

"Hmph." The layman is a negative man, and Xiaoping is too lazy to take care of him.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

"What?" Xiaoping glared at him. "Miss is fighting hard with people, are you still in the mood to eat?"

The old face flushed, and Ji Feng smiled awkwardly: "We haven't eaten for a few days, I want to eat something and have the strength to help." ”

"In order to catch up with you, and for fear of being discovered, Miss and I walked all the way, and we haven't eaten for two or three days." Xiaoping snorted disdainfully: "You are a waste, you can't stand the slightest hunger." And help, just like you, it will only add chaos to eating a cow for you. ”

"Yan'er hasn't eaten for a few days?" Ji Feng felt pity, full of guilt, people have suffered so much, and he hasn't gotten half a good word when he looks back, calm down and think about it, he also feels that he is not a thing, no wonder Xiaoping has never had a good face for him.

"Hmph, don't be so affectionate, is my young lady familiar with you?" Pouting, Xiaoping moved his gaze back to the battlefield, and exclaimed in surprise with just one glance: "Miss! ”

When the two were talking, Yan Wu accidentally suffered a big loss. The long sword that was drawn diagonally was blocked by the dagger, and in the face of the palm pushed by the ink cone, Yan Wu instinctively raised his arm to block, and this time it was the other party's way. Her bare wrists were a bluish purple color, not bruises, but an extremely violent poison. With a burst of numbness, Yan Wu felt that his entire arm was trembling and gradually lost consciousness, and he hung down weakly.

Jiang Yun was lying on the side to "return blood", Ji Luo and Xu Huanting stayed by his side, only to see Ji Feng running over quickly, picking up the long sword from Xu Huanting and rushing towards the battlefield. "Yan'er, I'm here to save you!"

"Small screen!" Yan Wu snorted softly, swung his long sword, cut a strip of cloth from the hem of his skirt, tightened it around his arm, and tied it with his mouth to tie a dead knot.

Xiaoping understood and pulled Ji Feng back. "Why are you going?"

"I have to save her!" Ji Feng was in a hurry. "Hurry up."

"I'm fine." Yan Wu turned his head and said a word, his face was still calm.

"It's okay now, it'll be soon." Ink Cone grinned, "Two hands can't match me, let alone now." It's easy for me to take your life right now. ”

"Not necessarily." Yan Wu stared at him, and suddenly threw the long sword in his hand to the side.

"What? Lost your weapon and ready to beg for mercy? ”

"No, you're thinking too much." Yan Wu replied coldly, "I'm just not very good at using weapons. ”

"Huh." The laughter stopped abruptly, and the mockery on Mo Cone's face instantly faded into a thick shock. Yan Wu's white, small right hand had been clenched into a fist, and he was raising his arm to face him. What really frightened the ink cone was that around the fist, there was a circle of milky white light visible to the naked eye.

"You... Khitan martial artist? His eyes widened, and the ink cone couldn't help but exclaim.