"The man who killed you!"

Thirty-six Wei was very annoyed, he felt that he had been provoked.

Can't be defeated by a woman.

"Blood Shadow Wind!"

The wind was raging, containing a strong bloody aura, like a hurricane, condensing a huge whirlpool in mid-air, strikingly in the direction of Ye Luo.

Ye Luo felt a strong danger.

Suppress!

The enemy has a strong hierarchical suppression of her.

The enemy wants her life!

"ThunderClan warrior!"

Ye Luo put one hand on the golden hoop ring and summoned the divine corpse.

The divine corpse of the ThunderClan warrior is the strength of the First Order Wild Martial Sect. It is tall and proud, with seals on its hands, summoning the Nine Heavens Purple Thunder and attracting the power of the Tribulation.

The power of the Tribulation destroys the dark demons.

"Crackle—"

"Boom—"

Extremely violent purple thunder and lightning, some like dragons, some like a storm, slashed down from above the nine heavens.

"Not good!"

Thirty-six Wei's pupils shrank suddenly, and the power of blood in his body had an innate fear of the thunder of the Tribulation, "The information is wrong!" She even knows how to control corpses, the god corpse of the Crazy Martial Sect level!! ”

This sentence became his last words.

The thunder of the Divine Tribulation not only shattered the blood shadow and wind of the thirty-six guards, but also carried out to the body of the thirty-six guards, splitting the thirty-six guards into slag, which was enough to destroy the thunder and lightning of the Crazy Martial Sect, and split it on a first-order mad martial artist, what was the effect?

The answer is, ashes.

Thirty-six Wei turned into a puddle of coke, lying upright on the ground, and when the wind blew, his body turned into black ash and half of it was blown away.

"Ah, it seems like I've pushed too hard."

Ye Luo crossed a row of black lines on her head, she walked to the side of the corpse, rummaged for evidence representing the identity of the corpse, and finally, turned out a blood-colored token, on which with gold and silver interlaced brushstrokes, engraved a number - three Shi Lu (36 in traditional Chinese).

"What is this?"

Ye Luo took the blood-colored token and looked at it over and over, as a refiner, she could recognize that this token should be one of a set of spiritual weapons, and many such tokens could sense each other and connect with each other.

"It could be a sect or force in King's Landing. Go back and ask if you're okay. The Yama Hall under the command of the emperor should be able to find out something. ”

Ye Luo put away the token.

At the same time, the black market, the Shadow Building.

The blood-clothed shopkeeper was lying on the table to take a nap, and suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp edge crossed his bloody eyes: "The connection of the thirty-six guards is broken, and the soul of the thirty-six guards has lost contact with the blood shadow order, and he is dead."

The sleepiness of the shopkeeper in bloody clothes is gone.

He sat up straight, his gaze drifting to the countless chase orders nailed to Qiang, one in the corner, with Ye Luo's name written on it, and a red cross drawn.

"The mission fails, but the target survives. Assassination target strength level information provided incorrectly. ”

The face of the shopkeeper in the bloody clothes was ugly and terrifying, and there were almost two substantial blood rays escaping from his bloody eyes, full of hatred, "Princess Yi, that damn woman!" ”

The Shadow House is a black market assassination force with a long history.

It takes the elite route, and there are only forty-one official members in the building. The Lord of the Shadow Building, the Four Blood Shadow Kings, and the Thirty-six Blood Guards. Every time a blood guard who is good at assassination is trained, it will cost a huge amount of money and manpower, and every time a blood guard is lost, it is a loss for the Shadow Building. They must train new blood guards to make up for them.