can't blame Ning Yue's acting skills for being too realistic, people are forced out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info can't blame the killers for being too simple, their training at the moment is far from the science that Ning Yue imagined. Even if this group of killers has been trained since childhood, what they are trained is only martial arts and killing skills, and they are as simple as a blank sheet of paper for other aspects.

So, the killer on the other side believed. The moment he turned around, Ning Yue made a move. It was not a butterfly dart that struck, but three hidden weapons flying together. And this is the real star chessboard. The real technique of using the Xingluo chessboard is to sprinkle various hidden weapons like a goddess scattering flowers, each with its own unique technique, just like several hidden weapon masters attacking at the same time with different hidden weapons.

In the records, the highest level of the Xingluo chessboard is to hit seventy-two kinds of hidden weapons in an instant. Ning Yue didn't even dare to think about such a realm, and there was no way to dodge it except for hard connection.

The killer looked back and saw that there was nothing behind him, and instantly knew that he had been fooled. When I look back again, I am even more revenant. Ning Yue actually shot three hidden weapons at once, and they were all approaching the front door.

It takes time to dodge, and that's what he's missing. I didn't have time to think about it, and my hands waved in the air and turned into countless afterimages, as if the Thousand-Handed Guanyin Law Phase. This trick is a must-practice for the master of the hidden weapon, as a master of the hidden weapon, he must not only be able to send but also be able to receive.

It seems to have gone through several twists and turns, but it is actually a snap of a finger. Ning Yue's three hidden weapons, a total of seventeen, were firmly held in the opponent's hand. And Mo Xing, who was behind Ning Yue, also slightly released the handle of the knife. When Ning Yue sneaked attacked, he couldn't help but want to make a move.

"How dare you sneak attack?" the killer on the other side asked coldly, although his tone was very calm, Ning Yue was sure that violent anger was suppressed in his heart. But Ning Yue didn't care about these anymore, not only did she not care, but the corners of her mouth also hooked up a faint smile.

This is the first sentence I learned when I practiced hidden weapons. I think your master must have warned you the same!"

"That's good!" The killer on the other side was slightly stunned after listening, and nodded silently, "I was wrong, secret weapon trickster! I actually duel with you here in the open? hehehe...... Ning Yue, die!"

The hand was killed, but it was only a slight tremor of the body and there was no movement. In his eyes, fear spread rapidly. Because just now, at the moment when he was about to make a move, his arm stiffened there without obeying the call.

At this time, he was horrified to find that a bone piercing nail had hit his shoulder at some point. Because the bone nail was coated with strong anesthetic, he was hit by a bone nail and didn't even notice it for so long.

But that wasn't the source of his fear, because on the side of the peg, a blue butterfly perched on his shoulder. This blue butterfly is the only one he has, and the blue light on it is the poison that seals the throat with blood.

"You—" The killer's face froze, and before he could utter a complete sentence, he rolled his eyelids and fell to the ground.

"Meteor!" A loud shout suddenly sounded behind him, because Ning Yue blocked Mo Xing and did not immediately discover the abnormality of the meteor, and when the meteor fell to the ground, he knew that he had been Yin by Ning Yueyin. In a fit of rage, he shot out with hatred, and a sword qi slashed towards Ning Yue's vest like a plowshare.

The dodge moves in the previous life were really good, and rolling forward on the spot could make an instant dodge. This kind of action, which can sometimes dodge even bullets, is naturally no problem to avoid a knife attack. But this dodge can only be used once at most, and the next time you will definitely not be so lucky.

After missing the blow, Mo Xing did not show a trace of surprise, and the narrow knife in his hand glowed with blue light. Holding the knife in both hands, he approached Ning Yue step by step. With each step, the momentum rises, and with each step, the sword intent rises by one point.

This is a gathering momentum, and once it is shot, it will definitely be earth-shattering. The swordsman in the world is the most difficult to practice, but the two most powerful basic sword techniques, one is the sword drawing technique, and the other is slashing against the wind! Cold sweat slipped from the corner of Ning Yue's eyes, Mo Xing's knife had not yet been cut, and the qi machine had firmly locked itself. Can't dodge, can't resist, once you slash down, you can only watch the knife light split itself in half.

"What should I do?" Ning Yue kept asking herself, but her trembling legs actually told him to give up resistance and wait for death like this?

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the corner of her eyes, and suddenly Ning Yue's eyes showed a hint of shock. I don't know when, there was a ragged beggar lying on the branch behind Mo Xing. Even if the beggar is wearing tattered clothes, even if the clothes are full of patches. But this beggar not only does not give people a dirty and nasty feeling, but looks so refreshing and comfortable.

"Master!" the two brilliant words flashed through Ning Yue's mind like lightning. An old beggar with gray hair, lying behind the killer for I don't know how long. But neither of them even felt his presence.

But this was not the reason that Ning Yue was sure of, the branches under the beggar were only the thickness of a finger. He lay on it without putting any pressure on the branches, which still stretched out naturally, as light as a beggar as a feather. The most bizarre thing is that the other branches of this tree will shake slightly, but the one under him will not move at all.

What is such a beggar who is not a master? Ning Yue, who was deeply influenced by martial arts novels, immediately classified him into the category of Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong. And a peerless master, if he doesn't show up, no one will want to find him, and since he has appeared, he won't appear for no reason.

"Angel-are you here to save me?" Ning Yue's heart was in tears, so he looked at the old man on the branch with his eyes shining and calling earnestly, "Senior, save me-"

"Huh, you still want to lie to me?" Mo Xing was furious, Ning Yue's acting skills comparable to Oscar had deceived Meteor before, making Meteor still dead by Ning Yueyin. But now, you're doing this trick again? It's no longer a question of whether your acting skills are good or not, it's insulting my IQ!

"Facing the wind - slash!" Mo Xing not only did not look back, but also slashed down so decisively. He was confident in the slash he had slashed, and it was impossible for someone who was locked by the qi machine to dodge it. Unless the other party is an innate realm master who penetrates spiritual thoughts. And obviously, Ning Yue is not.

Ning Yue froze in place, he wanted to hide, but the air around his body seemed to have condensed. No matter how hard he tried, his body couldn't move half a minute. Moreover, the speed of this knife was extremely fast, even if Ning Yue had the spiritual power of the innate realm, he could only see the afterimage of this knife trajectory. Ning Yue has an innate realm, but it does not mean that she has the strength of her spiritual power and profound internal strength in the innate realm.

"Boom-"

"Ouch-" A voice appeared so abruptly, so harshly. The silence of the shattered sword light was endless, as if the earth-shattering sword qi was just a gust of fresh wind.

An old man, an old beggar with gray hair who didn't look like a beggar stretched his waist and sat up from Ning Yue's eyes. While stretching his waist, he rubbed his ears, "The old man finally slept here, what are you two little guys arguing about......?"

"Pretending to be forced!" Ning Yue could only think of this one adjective for the old beggar's pretentiousness, what sleeping, what waking up, your intention is so obvious, and you are still pretending......

"Seniors - Save Me ......"

Ning Yue had always thought that he still had a temperance, but now, he felt that his temperance had been shattered. When there is no threat to life, Ning Yue has to take a step forward, once there is a threat to life, not to mention face, even face can be abandoned.

So at this moment, Ning Yue hugged the beggar's leg and burst into tears. Ning Yue swore that as long as she was not killed, she would never let go! This was a lifesaver, and whether she could survive or not depended on the mood of this master.

The old beggar blushed a little, although he deliberately pretended it just now, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good that people would bow down. The old beggar thought about it carefully, and it didn't seem to reveal anything other than blocking a sword qi for him?

"Old thing, don't want to die, go aside!" Mo Xing watched his knife being broken, and suddenly became angry. And in his opinion, the strength shown by this strange old man is not very strong, but it is more troublesome to solve. Therefore, Mo Xing violently exuded a murderous aura, wanting to use the murderous aura to make this nosy old man retreat.

The moment the killer spoke, Ning Yue's nervous heart relaxed. In his heart, he was even more contemptuous of the killer, "With such eyesight, it's really hard for you to live so big!"

As long as the old man is not a commodity like Qiu Qianzhang, it is already clear who to help. Therefore, Ning Yue has a sense of happiness for the rest of her life. If it was my own strategy to save the day last time, this time it was really luck.

If it weren't for a nosy master who happened to appear nearby, Ning Yue would not be able to die again this time. But who can say for sure that there is such a thing as luck? Who will dare to guarantee that there will be luck next time? It's not that the world is too dangerous, it's that you're too weak. Ning Yue once again had a strong desire to become stronger.

In the face of the killer's death, Ning Yue certainly wouldn't wait and see how things changed. While hugging the old beggar's thigh and crying bitterly, he will show how great he is and how he is dedicated to saving the children who have been abducted by the black hands behind the scenes. Ning Yue combined the cases and language modifications of her previous life, and lost her conscience behind the scenes, broke off her hands and feet and went to the street to beg after abducting and selling the child, and the one she said was called the anger of the heavens, the resentment of the people, and the anger of the gods.

Not to mention the old beggar, even the killer Mo Xing on the other side hated the abduction gang in Ning Yue's mouth. But...... What the hell are we talking about? I'm so bad? Why don't I know?

"Get up, what is it like for a good boy to cry?" The old beggar's face darkened, and his eyes flickered coldly when he looked at Mo Xing.

With a whoosh, Ning Yue straightened up, and now he could be sure that he had finally said that the master was willing to make a move. So many tears and saliva did not flow in vain, and his eyes did not forget to look at Mo Xing, who was angry, provocatively.

"According to what you say, this group of people really deserve death! But even so, it is really a loss of identity for me to make a move against a junior, it is better to do this for you, and you will take action for the heavens!"

"Poof-" Ning Yue almost choked out a mouthful of old blood.