Wang Hao's body was like a falcon, he jumped into the sky above Wu Rulu, and pulled out the iron sword behind his back, and the rain hit the cold sword, splashing water droplets.

Holding the iron sword with both hands, Wang Hao slashed at Wu Rulu with a sword.

Rain flies.

The wind blew the rain like mist floating along the umbrella surface, until the sword qi hit the body, Wu Rulu suddenly noticed, as soon as he raised his head, his expression was shocked, the umbrella in his hand was picked up, and the water droplets whistled around the edge of the umbrella, swinging towards the iron sword.

The umbrella was split into pieces and flew sideways, and Wu Rulu's body was shocked and flew upside down, drawing an arc in the air and smashing to the ground. It rolled several times like a ball in a row before he stopped, supported the ground with his hands, and got up on his knees.

Feeling a slight coolness between his eyebrows, Wu Rulu reached out and touched it, and put it in front of his eyes to see that his fingers were full of blood.

Between his eyebrows, a trace of blood was cut by the tip of the sword, and no matter how bad it was, I was afraid that his entire head would be split like an umbrella.

On a cold rainy day, Wu Rulu was forced to sweat.

Without waiting for Wu Rulu to have a chance to call someone, Wang Hao stepped on the soles of his feet, and his body jumped out again, breaking through the rain curtain like a galloping arrow, holding the iron sword in his hand horizontally, drawing a sword mark in the rain.

Smear!

The sword body wiped towards Wu Rulu's neck.

Wu Rulu rolled and retreated.

Snort, the blade of the sword drew a shallow mark on Wu Rulu's cheek, Wang Hao jumped on the ground, and the iron sword in his hand changed from a spur to a thorn, like lightning, pointing directly at Wu Rulu's throat.

Thorn, wipe, collapse, press, chop...... One step to seize the opportunity, Wu Rulu is not allowed to have a chance to breathe, the iron sword in Wang Hao's hand is constantly changing, and wherever it is intended, it is a killing move, cutting the rain curtain to pieces, and the sword is not far from Wu Rulu's body. Wu Rulu, who was forced to the small pole of the Qi Condensation Realm, was like a lost dog, dodging left and right, staggering back, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was.

The rain kept falling on the eaves, crackling like broken jade. Qing Shi stood on the roof, quietly watching the battle between Wang Hao and Wu Rulu.

Under the mask, her clear eyes shimmered with a clear luster.

Poof!

On Wu Rulu's chest, a blood mark was cut out, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the blood stained the brocade clothes into filth.

"Ahh

One-star mystery!

"Eagle Claw Hook!"

With a deep drink in his mouth, Wu Rulu opened his right hand, the iron armor roared, and the sharp iron fingers were like five iron swords, swallowing the ghostly mang, and grabbed Wang Hao fiercely.

"One-star mystery, isn't it amazing?"

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth curled coldly, "Wu Rulu, today, you are dead." Not to mention a one-star mystery, Jesus can't save you. ”

The sword body and the iron claw slammed together, stirring the surrounding rain like ripples, and spreading in circles.

Wang Hao's body turned, and the iron sword brushed Wu Rulu's iron-armored gloves, bursting out with bursts of firelight.

A one-star mysterious weapon, of course, is better than the iron sword in Wang Hao's hand.

But Wang Hao may give Wu Rulu the opportunity to give full play to this advantage and transform it into reality?

Still suppressed.

From the first step to be taken by Wang Hao, Wu Rulu's result was doomed.

An oppressive and fierce battle.

Wang Hao's gaze peeked out from under the brim of the hat, calm, but with a hint of indifference. The sword followed the person, and the iron sword in his hand was like the wind, wrapped in rain swirling, and suddenly the sword qi flashed, and the majestic rain curtain seemed to be stagnant at this moment.

An arm flew up.

"Ahhhh......h

His entire right arm was cut off.

Snort!

Before Wu Rulu's roar could be released, the iron sword in Wang Hao's hand had already slashed across his throat, chest, legs, and knees.

Wu Rulu fell to his knees.

Blood poured from his chest, legs, and knees like a spring, and he opened his mouth to cry out for help, but his mouth was already filled with blood gushing up from his throat, and where could he spit out a word?

Wang Hao stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the sword, stuck it behind his back, walked in front of Wu Rulu step by step, and looked down at him.

"I believe you should also know why you deserve to die. Do you want to know who I am and why I came to kill you?"

Wang Hao said lightly.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho......" Wu Rulu made a hoarse and struggling voice in his throat.

"For the sake of you being my first mission target, I'll make you die. Wang Hao lowered his waist, looked at Wu Rulu, and took off the silver mask on his face.

"Ho!" Wu Rulu's body trembled, and a pair of eyes were round, revealing an unbelievable look in his eyes.

Negative resentment from Wu Rulu +60

Negative resentment from Wu Rulu +92

Negative grievance from Wu Rulu +100

Bang! Wu Rulu fell to the ground, his body twitched for a while, and then he didn't move anymore, and he died.

Picking up the iron armor glove on Wu Rulu's right hand, this star weapon, even if it is not used, it is left for the sword pool, and when it is converted into negative grievances, there are 100 ounces, and it is not wasted at all.

Then, stepping on Wu Rulu's head, Wang Hao turned his head to look at the roof.

On the roof, Qing Shi was also looking at him.

Between the two, there is a curtain of rain showers.

Near-kindness from Jiang Qinglu +1

Huh? Wang Hao raised his eyebrows lightly, is this a kind of recognition? In other words, he only contributed 1 ounce of near kindness, this waiter kills people, are you serious?

Jiang Qinglu......

It turned out to be you.

There is Lou Wanshu in the east, and Jiang Qinglu in the west. Jiang Qinglu is one of the four celebrities in Furi City.

No wonder looking at Qingshi, there is always a familiar feeling, so it is.

Who would have thought that Jiang Qinglu, who was admired and supported by many sons of many families and was regarded as a goddess by many people in Furi City, would still be the killer of the Hell Pavilion.

"Interesting. The corners of Wang Hao's mouth raised slightly, and he chuckled.

On the roof, looking at the smile on the corner of Wang Hao's lips, Qing Shixiu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she always felt that Wang Hao's smile was narrow and ill-intentioned. But she never imagined that her real name was already known to Wang Hao like this.

The rain fell all night until the next morning, when it gradually stopped, turning into a drizzle and falling scattered.

Hell Pavilion, an underground town.

In a dark pavilion.

This is the Hall of the Dark Wheel, the place where the mission is delivered.

"The task has been completed, please submit it for verification. ”

Wang Hao put the cloth bag containing Wu Rulu's head on the table and said.

The person in charge of the inspection was an old man with a round mirror in his right eye, opened the cloth bag, stared at Wu Rulu's head for a while, and then looked up at Wang Hao, and smiled slightly, "Congratulations, you have completed the novice task, and from now on, you will truly become the killer of the Hell Pavilion." ”

The old man took out a bronze medal and handed it to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao officially became the killer of the Hell Pavilion.