The masters of the League of Assassins, like fanatical missionaries, are not afraid of life and death, they have only one purpose, to kill their targets.

As for the cost, it is not in their consideration.

Bucer's face was ugly, he looked at the ground that was corroded by blood foam, and snorted coldly, "Since the Assassin League has been disbanded for more than seventy years, why bother to come out and find death!"

As soon as the figure moved, Bucer was like a streamer, shooting into the distance.

Shaolin Temple, Guanfei Hall, hundreds of ancient warriors gathered at the gate, one by one with heavy expressions.

With his hands folded, he recited the mantra of death against the thirty-nine corpses lying on the ground covered with white cloth.

Gong Jiao's eyes were half-squinted, and a cold color flashed in them, and he stood in front of the thirty-nine corpses.

"Amitabha!"

After reciting the last mantra, Master Rufa said a Buddha name, and turned his head to look at Gong Jiao, who had a calm face.

At this moment, Gong Jiao is like the tranquility before the storm, once it breaks out, it is bound to break the sky.

"Master Gong, the deceased has passed away......"

Master Rufa's voice froze suddenly, his face changed slightly, and he looked at Gong Jiao, who suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a chilling light in those eyes, like an awakened wolf, bloodthirsty and cold.

"If you are in the law, don't talk nonsense, I know very well the way of your Buddhism, and your master came to persuade me back then. If you think it's better than Nianyu's old bald donkey, just give it a try. Gong Jiao snorted coldly, ignoring the bitter expression of Master Rufa, swept his gaze, looked at the ancient martial artists outside the Guanfei Hall, and said in a deep voice: "Who are the relatives of these thirty-nine deceased, come out!"

"I, I am!"

"Me too!"

One by one, the ancient warriors had heavy expressions, and their eyes were filled with grief, and they walked into the Guanfei Hall.

Glancing at the more than forty ancient martial artists who walked into the Guanfei Hall, Gong Jiao said coldly, "Do you want to take revenge?"

"Senior Gong, we naturally want to take revenge, but we don't know who made the shot. ”

"That's right, I implore Senior Gong to make decisions for us!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely call the shots for you!" Gong Jiao grinned, like a grinning wolf.

Outside the Guanfei Hall, Li Yang and their group also followed behind to join in the fun.

"Damn, as soon as we came, so many people died?"

"Damn, so many people died, they didn't call the police!"

"Master Xiao, what should we do now?"

Everyone's eyes were on Xiao Jian, who had a solemn face.

Xiao Jian frowned, looking at the thirty-nine corpses covered with white cloth in the Guanfei Hall, his heart trembled, and he said in a deep voice: "Wait and see what happens!"

"The leader of the Li League is here!"

"Get out of the way, Master Li is here!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion from the crowd not far away.

"Li Mengzhu, what kind of person, hanging like this?"

"Could it be that some martial arts alliance leader is it?"

Li Yang blinked his eyes and looked at the figure striding in the distance.

"Damn, it's my big brother!"

"Fainted, it's actually Li Shao?"

"Isn't it? Li Shao is also mixed with the ancient martial arts world?"

Li Ling was dressed in a navy blue robe, his face was heavy, and accompanied by Gong Hua, he walked towards Guanfei Hall.

"Big brother, big brother!!" Seeing Li Ling coming over, Li Yang looked excited, waved his hand desperately, and squeezed into the crowd.

Looking at Li Yang, who was waving his hand desperately not far away, a smile appeared on the corner of Li Ling's mouth, and he said, "You wait outside first, and I'll come to you later!"

"Uh-huh!"

Listening to the sound ringing in his ears, Li Yang nodded desperately at Li Ling.

Looking at Li Ling walking into the Guanfei Hall under the awe-inspiring gaze of everyone, this group of people who came from the capital looked at each other one by one.

"Yang Shao, your eldest brother is also an ancient martial artist?"

"Looking at Li Shao's prestige, his status in the ancient martial arts world is not low. ”

"Yang Shao, shall we go to Li Shao's side?"

With a proud smile on the corner of his mouth, Li Yang looked at the faces full of envy around him, and said, "My eldest brother asked me to wait here first, and he will come to me in a while!"

Looking at Li Ling, who was walking quickly into the Guanfei Hall, Xiao Jian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a complicated color flashed in his eyes.

In the Guanfei Hall, Gong Jiao's face was indifferent, and he stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the relatives of the thirty-nine deceased, "The murderer who killed your relatives is in Yunhai City." If you want revenge, come with me!"

"Yunhai City?"

"Senior Gong, who is the other party?"

Gong Jiao grinned and said, "American level 6 biochemical warrior, Bucer!"

"Level 6 Biochemical Warrior?"

"This, how can this revenge be avenged?"

Everyone's expressions froze, looking at Gong Jiao with a sneer.

"Do you still want to take revenge for this revenge?" Gong Jiao's eyes flashed with a strange light, looking at the more than forty ancient warriors standing not far away.

"Senior Gong, with our realm, how can we be Bucer's opponent!" a middle-aged man with dark strength and great consummation smiled bitterly.

"Lao Zhao is right, with us, it is impossible to kill Bucer. Senior Gong, this big hatred, we will ask you!"

"Senior Gong, as long as you help us avenge, we are willing to serve you as cattle and horses!"

Gong Jiao laughed silently, and glanced at the more than forty ancient warriors in front of him, "What a group of cowards!

Listening to Gong Jiao's vicious abuse, this group of ancient warriors did not dare to refute, anyone could see that Gong Jiao's mood at the moment was extremely unstable, in case of urgency, the ghost knows if he would suddenly make a move.

Seeing that the more than forty ancient martial artists were silent, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Gong Jiao's mouth, and he said, "Actually, I have a way to let you take revenge with your own hands." Would you like to accept it?"

Everyone raised their heads to meet Gong Jiao's strange gaze, and they had the intention to refuse, but they were afraid of angering the other party, so they could only agree hard.

"Thorn Demon, this group of cheap and seeded people will be handed over to you!"

"Yes, Lord!"

Suddenly, a cold aura appeared in the Guanfei Hall.

Even the ancient warriors standing outside were cold in their hearts, and goosebumps stood up all over their bodies.

"Senior Gong, you, what are you?"

"No, don't!"

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the figure of the assassin demon suddenly appeared in the center of the Guanfei Hall like a ghost, and under the gaze of many Arhat Buddha statues, he threw out silver needles.

Tens of thousands of silver needles, like a torrential rain, covered more than forty ancient warriors.

The Thorn Demon was shrouded in black robes, his arms raised, and a handful of silver threads in his hands.

And these silver threads were connected to the silver needles that pierced into the bodies of more than forty ancient martial artists.

"Xiangzhong Corpse Expulsion Technique?" Master Rufa's face sank, staring at the stabbing demon who was covered in black robes and holding hundreds of silver threads in both hands, feeling cold all over.

"Let's go!"

A cold voice sounded from inside the black robe, like two pieces of cold ice rubbing violently, sharp and harsh.