The Spiritualist Sect of Sanjimen's Humen Killer Lu Zhongyuan, nickname: Shadow!

The art of assassination is the foundation of Humen's foothold.

Forbearance, lurking, waiting for an opportunity, and defeating the enemy with one move are the basic skills of a killer.

As the closed disciple of Wu Yunqing, the master of the Closed Sect, how could Lu Zhongyuan not know when to make a move?

So before the monk Jiujie spoke, Lu Zhongyuan had already moved.

Her sword, two feet and three inches long and six and seven millimeters wide, was black and dull with a one-handed handle.

It was a narrow, short, and thin bone sword, which was more appropriate to be called a dagger than a sword.

But whether it is a dagger or a sword, it is used to stab people. As long as it can stab people to death, it doesn't matter whether it's called a sword or a dagger.

The bone sword of Lu Zhongyuan, after the hands of many masters, has been inherited in an orderly manner, and has stabbed to death no less than 100 famous heroes, which can be described as extraordinary and fierce.

But it looks so simple, so simple, that there is not even a pattern.

Just like the sword that Lu Zhongyuan stabbed at Yun Tianjia, the speed is not very fast, the strength is not very strong, and the moves are not very complicated, but the timing is just right, the position is accurate to the peak, simple and stable, direct and effective, just in the position of the body protection Tianjia that Seng Jiujie is about to penetrate, just at the moment when the old power of Yuntianjia has just gone and the new force has not been born!

Yun Tianjia obviously saw her stabbing over, obviously he could dodge with a light dodge, and he could stop it with a slight block, but he couldn't dodge or stop it!

The bone sword was like entering a no-man's land, and it stabbed into Yun Tianjia's chest quietly and calmly.

The sword is like the man, and the man is like the name.

Whether it is a sword or a person, it is like a shadow under the moonlit night, quiet, light, and quiet.

Yun Tianjia was so surprised that he didn't even feel pain.

He had already discovered the existence of Lu Zhongyuan, and he had already noticed her danger, so he was on guard against her.

But who would have thought that an ordinary person who hadn't even awakened his martial soul could so easily stab into the chest of Yun Tianjia, a seventh-order extreme chaos attribute soul master known for his perverted defense ability, so easily?

The facts are in front of me, and I can't help but believe it.

Fortunately, the title of "Supreme Martial Soul" of "Ninety-Five Heavenly Armor" is not called in vain after all.

The moment Lu Zhongyuan's bone sword came into contact with Yun Tianjia, his skin hardened instantly, and the body protection heavenly armor spread all over his body again.

Despite this, the bone sword still pierced more than an inch and a third, and as long as Lu Zhongyuan's strength was added a little more, Yun Tianjia's heart could no longer beat.

It's a pity that Lu Zhongyuan has done his best.

Lu Zhongyuan spent nine years and only practiced the trick just now.

Master Wu Yunqing said that for an assassin, only one move is enough.

Moreover, as an Assassin, you usually only have one chance to make a move.

Kill the enemy with one move, retreat with the whole body, miss one move, and flee away with your clothes.

Never mud and water.

Therefore, in the past nine years, she has only practiced this move, and she can only practice this move.

Nine years of time and sweat, nine years of youth and patience, are destined to be extraordinary.

Before that, she had never missed. Strictly speaking, today is not a miss.

It's just that today she hit the enemy, but she didn't kill the enemy.

From the day she became an Assassin, her world had only two outcomes, either to kill her enemies or to miss. She never imagined that there would be another situation in her life: hitting the enemy, but the enemy did not die.

So what's next?

Life and death are fate.

It wasn't the answer Master told her, but it was the desire of her heart.

It's like a swimmer dies from drowning, a farmer dies from toil, and a general dies on the battlefield.

Assassins, deserve to die from assassination.

So she didn't panic, didn't run away, didn't go on the attack, just calmly drew her bone sword and stood there with indifference in her eyes.

She disregarded her own life as much as she disregarded the lives of others.

Death is an easy thing to do, and it will happen sooner or later, so all she has to do is wait.

Yun Tianjia didn't let her wait too long, so he left her alone.

Yes, after Yun Tianjia sealed his wounds, he did not kill Lu Zhongyuan, but continued to pursue Seng Jiujie.

The reason is very simple, in addition to the eyes, Lu Zhongyuan looks too much like Lu Xia! And Lu Xia once told him that her greatest wish is to find her sister who was separated from her childhood.

Yun Tianjia was almost certain that Lu Zhongyuan was the person Lu Xia had been looking for.

Gong Luoluo clearly saw this scene.

She didn't understand why Yun Tianjia let Lu Zhongyuan go, but since he had let Lu Zhongyuan go, she naturally wouldn't poison him again.

Lu Zhongyuan, who regained her freedom, was obviously stunned, but after she reacted, she did not have the kind of surprise for the rest of her life, let alone the gratitude that she remembered in her heart.

She has always believed that a person's life and death are fatalities that have been decided at birth, so it is natural for a person to fail a mission and still survive, not because of someone's mercy.

She calmly retracted her dagger and stroked the hilt with subtle slowness and gentleness. This is something she herself has never noticed, a slightly redundant habit.

Then she left the battle circle unhindered.

With the help of the stagnation of Lu Zhongyuan's sword, Monk Jiujie gained a precious respite. He jumped into the house, closed the door, and fled through the side door.

Although Monk Jiujie's speed was already quite fast, Yun Tianjia had already made a "spiritual lock" on him, and within five kilometers, no matter where he ran or hidden, he could easily find it.

Yun Tianjia kicked open the door and rushed into the house, preparing to follow Monk Jiujie. Who knew that he still underestimated the cunning of Seng Jiujie, and the moment he rushed into the door, there was a bang in the room, and it suddenly burst into flames, like hundreds of incendiary bombs thrown in at once.

Yun Tianjia had to exit the big house and make a detour to chase after him.

After turning into a bat, Seng Jiujie can use ultrasonic pathfinding to fly low on the ground in dense obstacles, unimpeded, so that the distance between the two is getting farther and farther.

Gong Luoluo saw that Yun Tianjia was following Seng Jiujie alone, and was afraid that he would suffer a loss in an ambush, so he no longer cared about other bandits, and also went to pursue Seng Jiujie.

Her speed was faster than Yun Tianjia, and after chasing for a while, she was already ahead of Yun Tianjia.

But it's a pity that in the circles and ruins, Gong Luoluo's speed advantage can't be fully exerted, and he is always a little away from Monk Jiujie.

Before I knew it, I was on the edge of the mountain forest.

The dense forests in the mountains are shaking, and it is conceivable that if Seng Jiujie gets into it, it will be even more difficult to chase.

Gong Luoluo was unwilling, pinched a trick in his right hand, and sacrificed his martial spirit, the red and black cloak hung high in the air, making a fierce sound, blooming with a blue-gray dazzling brilliance!

The brilliance faded, and the cyan wind blade suddenly blew in the sky, like a meteor rainstorm, whistling away, so fast that it even dragged out a long afterimage, indiscriminately covering a radius of fifty meters around the front and back of the Monk Jiujie.

This is Gong Luoluo's sixth soul skill "Wind Blade Meteor Shower", the smaller the coverage area, the stronger the attack power, and conversely, the larger the coverage area, the weaker the attack power.

Monk Jiujie couldn't hide, and he was drenched in a unique rain of knives, and there was no inch of intact place all over his body.

Finally, the cultivation of the monk's nine precepts is not low, and the lethality of this knife rain is diluted because the area is too large, so he finally did not die by a thousand blades.

He groaned lowly and scolded viciously: "Slut, shrew, stinky bitch! Dare to chase Lao Tzu, one day I will rape you first and then kill you! Rape and kill again!"