Outside Linye City, there is an ancient temple, and there is a lake next to the ancient temple.

In the middle of the night, the lake will sometimes let out a terrible scream, and the faint of heart will be frightened by this shout, so no one will come at night.

However, at this time, the surface of the lake cast a shadow in the moonlight.

The shadow was huge, with a shy belly, obviously a fat man...

Suddenly, she stopped.

Whoosh!!

A few winds flashed.

Xu Lingling suddenly grabbed the giant knife and laughed innocently, the giant knife slapped wildly, and her strong arm was full of yang white electricity,

The electricity was born in a slightest, showing a strange body-breaking method, making her arm of the dancing knife like the arm of the giant spirit god.

The law phase and the virtual shadow are the difference between the ten realms and the nine realms, and they are also the reflection of the power to different degrees of space, the former is real, and the latter is virtual.

Boom!!

A horizontal shot shattered a phantom.

Immediately afterward, she was obviously clumsy like a bear's body, but she made a sideways move like a deer, pulling out the afterimage, and dodging attacks from the other two directions at the same time.

She moved sideways to stop, opened her mouth, laughed maniacally, and pounced.

Boom!

Boom!

Bang bang!

The continuous fighting made her feel a long-lost gasp.

It was a kind of depression that came from being severely bullied before the age of ten.

It was a kind of grievance that was pressed by a teenager of the same age as him for more than ten years.

Later, one day ten years ago, when the teacher returned, she saw a pure black fire on the surface of the lake, and she approached the black fire and observed it carefully, but the black fire quickly disappeared. After that, she felt her blood boil, and then her body began to change slowly, until the quantitative change was three years ago.

But she still can't beat No. 1!

So, she needed to find another outlet.

At this point,

The two black shadows opposite her can be described as ruthless, and the angle is not tricky, which is an advantage in skill.

In addition, the strength is not weak, between the wind, the phantom bursts, this is the ninth realm of the extreme intention of the illusory realm, is the condensation of the will, compared to the tenth realm, the worse is just a book of mysteries.

If there is no Xuangong, there is no chance, and it does not mean that they are really weak.

But at this time, such two experienced and experienced killers were completely pressed and beaten by an eighteen-year-old two-meter-tall girl.

Regardless of momentum, skill, and strength, it is completely at a disadvantage.

The more Xu Lingling played, the more excited she became, like a cat playing with a mouse, or moving her muscles and bones, and from time to time she let out an intoxicated pant and coquettish smile.

Boom!!!

There was another piercing sound.

The giant sword was paired against the twin swords, and the energy of the explosion separated the two sides.

However, the killer only went back to one, and when the other was about to shake away, he was grabbed by Xu Lingling's wrist in time.

The killer is in her hands, like a chicken.

The chick was quickly pinched and screwed off its head.

Xu Lingling threw her head aside and looked at the remaining killer with a smile.

This killer is naturally the killer of the Blood Rain Building.

Or a Grade A killer.

He looked at the devilish woman in front of him.

Suddenly, he screamed.

"You... You... Was the mission of Rushing Sky Villa full of slaughter taken by you?

Did the head of the Supreme Sect Master of the Mountain Destroying Sect also be taken off by you?

Is your code name in the Blood Rain Building..."

Xu Lingling smiled and asked, "What is it?"

She stopped standing.

The moonlight cast her massive figure, just enough to obscure the killer in front of her.

The killer trembled a little, although he was a Class A killer, he was not a legendary killer yet, and among the legendary killers, there was a peripheral personnel who had recently risen to prominence and taken on a lot of very difficult but rewarding tasks, and the killing methods were cruel and very strong.

He spat out the perimeter's code name: "Mom." ”

Xu Lingling's smile became more innocent and pure, and at the same time she pressed forward.

The shadow also approached with menace.

The killer retreated again and again, as if his mouth was dry, his Adam's apple rolled again and again, and he said hurriedly, "Mom." I... I've worked with you, and although you wore a different mask back then than you do now, you're the mother... The mother who likes to screw off people's heads and crush bones. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a roar.

The mud and rocks were splashing, the dust was gone, and a huge figure had descended on his side and walked past him, and he was unable to react, because he had a feeling in his heart that "when he was a child, he was targeted by fierce beasts in the uninhabited jungle".

His blood was almost frozen, and his heartbeat was almost clenched.

Xu Lingling walked by, stepped on, and pulled out an afterimage of his body, and the giant knife he was carrying also pulled out an afterimage, and the giant knife had already cut the neck of a head.

She smiled and said, "I'm not a mother, I'm only eighteen." ”

Boom.

The Rank A killer fell to his knees, fell down, and his head suddenly rolled forward.

Xu Lingling quickly squatted down and skillfully took out the money bag from the arms of the three corpses, as well as a few small treasures that he carried with him.

After doing all this, she skillfully tied the corpse to the stone, threw it into the lake, and then disposed of the scene, so that the lake was peaceful and calm again, as if there had never been a fight.

With the scroll in her arms, she cautiously walked further into the city.

After all, if you fight in the city, you can't vent so freely.

I don't know if there will be a killer tomorrow...

Xu Lingling had a hint of anticipation, she licked her lips, took a deep breath, and swept into the only blood-colored gossamer left in the air, but the long-standing gloom in her heart could not be resolved.

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...

If according to the strength, the top ten of Xia Ji's ninety-nine disciples have already reached the Law Phase Realm, and even Xu Lingling, who actually saw the Black Emperor's magic fire by chance, was even triggered by this magic fire to revive the blood veins in his body to a certain extent.

That time, after Xia Ji and Su Tian faked a fight, Xia Ji ate a red hydrangea, and inadvertently leaked the magic fire while sitting at the bottom of the lake to rest.

It stands to reason that Xu Lingling should be the first.

She is a first-class existence in terms of mental strength, psychological distortion, knife proficiency, etc.

She actually secretly ran out to experience in those ten years, and became a legendary killer - mother.

Compared to her excitement when she saw blood, Wind Blowing Snow had never killed anyone, so he vomited when he saw a dead person.

Even so...

Xu Lingling was still crushed by the wind and snow for ten years.

Xu Lingling herself thought that if she was a female butcher, then... The wind blows the snow like a believer.

The sword he came out of was full of piety, imbued with a peculiarly powerful and extremely egoistic spirit.

The teacher once said, "The human body is like a lonely boat, sailing on the ocean of spirit." How strong the human body is, how calm the ship can be, how majestic the spirit is, and how far the ship can sail."

There is no doubt that the wind blows the snow and has a spirit.

He danced the sword as if he were sacrificing.

Offering life, carefully and gently, to the altar.

I didn't see anyone in this group of children on weekdays, but what I saw was Xia Ji, Su Tian, Ji Xuan...

When the first two were fine, they would give them a few random words of advice, and even give them some pills.

There are monsters among them, not strange, there are no monsters, it's really funny.

Wind blowing snow is.

Xu Lingling too.

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...

Compared to these two straightforward.

Nian Ying's battle has added a lot of skill, and the knife in her hand is unpredictable, as if dancing in the palm of her hand, constantly blocking the stormy attacks of the three assassins.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!!

The sound is constant.

She seemed to be backing up, too.

She retreated as if she had not taken a path, so that she had accidentally entered a deep alleyway without noticing.

The three Assassins kept attacking, they had lost their initial self-confidence, and they had lost the original desire to kill the girl gracefully.

They were now attacking frantically, and a heavy shadow swooped down on them, slashing out.

Every time,

The year is barely supported.

Every time,

Nian Yingdu gives people the feeling that she won't be able to hold it for the next second.

Until she couldn't retreat, her back against a cold, thick wall.

This is the end of the alley.

The three Blood Rain House killers glanced at each other, and the three of them pounced at the same time.

Da Da!!

One person in the center,

The other two walked fast on the walls on both sides,

Three phantoms filled with bloody aura suddenly flew in.

The wind is blowing.

Nian Ying looked at this deep alleyway...

Really deep...

It seems that even the streets are far away.

She presses, grabs, and lifts the knife, all in one go.

Immediately, the tall body entered a state of meditation.

The next moment...

Brush!!

A gray black shadow burst out of her body, expressionless, and went into the distance, like a black light, filling the narrow alleyway.

The black light swept past the three Rank A killers, and in an instant they were already standing at the entrance of the alley, looking at the empty street, turning around, holding their knives, and returning.

In the process of returning, the three men were unharmed, but they had fallen to the ground, breathless, and apparently dead and could not die again.

The sword slashes the soul and does not hurt the flesh.

It is for the Yang Shinto Method.

Sou!!

The gray black shadow returned to the stiff Nian Ying's body, and the tall and delicate body regained its vitality, and at the same time couldn't help but shiver.

"It's cold. ”

Nian Ying hugged her shoulders, and then looked at the scroll in her arms, which was intact.

She breathed a sigh of relief, this was the first thing the teacher gave her, how could she not do it well?

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...

A certain junction in a mountain pass.

A white-clothed and arrogant swordsman cut off the head of the last killer, shook his head with a sneer, and said, "Useless waste." ”

This is Du Bai, it's the tenth.

But he had some regrets on his face after all, because in the process of fighting, he found that the [Yang Shen Dao Method] didn't seem to be so easy to use, once it was used, the Yang God was powerful, but the body was exposed, and the Yang God who flew out would feel "cold from the material world", and after returning to the body, he would fall into a certain degree of weakness.

The longer you stay outside, the more severe your weakness becomes.

He regretted it a little, when he chose the exercises, the teacher repeatedly emphasized that "this [Yang Shendao Method] is not easy to practice, it is difficult to achieve great success, and there will be a lot of restrictions after great success", but why did he have to choose this Xuan Gong?

Didn't see the wind blowing the snow, did Xu Lingling choose [Yin and Yang Five Thunders]?

Du Bai sighed, grabbed the scroll of "The Strength of the World", and walked towards the small mountain town on the side.

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This is the top 10 battle situation.

But the disciples at the bottom of the rankings are not so comfortable.

There are those who run frantically.

There are those who have been seriously injured.

There were even those who were killed and took the scrolls.

However, the killer took a token from the dead disciples.

They didn't know the token, and they weren't ready to report it, so they casually put it in their pockets as a small treasure.

But there is no shortage of smart people in the bloody clothes building, and when the first night passes, and when dawn comes,

Zhao Cut, the owner of the third floor, sat on a big chair with his legs crossed, eating unknown meat elegantly while quietly listening to the report on the battle situation.

Whether it's the killer in his own building, or the mysterious people who walk through books, there are dead and wounded.

In the gray, a bloodstained sack was placed in front of him.

The sack opened, revealing one of the pretty faces of a young girl, covered in blood, bruises, and filth, apparently tortured.

Zhao Mo dropped the knife and wiped his mouth.

After a glance, he said, "Are they all so young?"

His subordinate hitman said, "Yes." ”

Zhao Mo asked, "How many people died?"

The killer said: "Because it is a big business, all the surrounding buildings have worked together, and the number of Class A killers sent far exceeds the original more than forty, but one hundred and ninety-six."

There are three hundred and fifty-two second-class killers.

Each killer rushed to the nearest target according to their geographical location. ”

Zhao Mo asked, "What is the result?"

The killer said: "The statistics have not been completed yet, because the regions are very different, so the agreed time is two days later." ”

Zhao Mo muttered, "Two days later..."

He picked open the sack of the shroud again and sucked it on the girl's pretty face, "You are still the same crazy, such a lovely girl, such a beautiful age, you are tortured to death like this." ”

The killer doesn't speak either, this is a tradition in the Blood Rain Building, there is nothing to say.

Zhao said: "What about the discovery?"

The killer handed over a token.

Zhao Mo looked at the token for a long time and frowned slightly.

He rolled his eyes and put away the token, "Tell me the results in two days." ”

With that, he turned away, and he wanted to give the token to his "upper class" to take a look.

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...

"No copying!"

"No one is allowed to copy it again!"

"Fallacies confuse the public, where is this exercise, this is clearly a deceptive thing to steal fame and deceive people. ”

"Come on, drive them out. Tear down the books and let them go. ”

The mysterious young man in front of the inn, who was patiently answering the warrior's questions, raised his head slightly.

The eyes behind the mask were cold and silent.

But he said patiently: "These exercises are not to confuse the public with fallacies, every page and chapter contains the power to reach the higher realm.

Anyone can become a martial artist, as long as they are willing to work hard and are willing to work hard, they can become strong, and anyone who has learned a little bit of martial arts can understand.

As for deceiving the world and stealing names, there is no name and no surname, how can we talk about stealing names?"

The group of people surrounding the mysterious boy sneered.

"You're a deception!"

"I've seen too much of people like you. ”

The other smiled and grabbed the book that was spread out in front of him for people to copy, and looked at a few pages: "Tut-tut, the power of the higher realm, I can't understand it, this is clearly something that leads people to go astray." ”

"Yes, if you are really innocent, we will naturally return your innocence after we investigate clearly, and we have cut down the books, so you can go with us. ”

The mysterious boy asked quietly, "Who are you?"

"Little brother, don't worry, we are decent people, and after investigating the matter clearly, we will give you justice. ”

The mysterious young man said lightly: "I just hope that more people can practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies, after all, the catastrophe has arrived, the troubled times have arrived, and a little more strength will give you more hope to live." Isn't it good?"

The man who was flipping through the book laughed: "What kind of catastrophe? We are in the prosperous era of singing and dancing!"

The mysterious boy fell silent for a moment.

The end of the conversation has come to an end.

But the knife was just being drawn.

No one saw how he drew his knife.

His knife slashed out in a dreamlike way.

Dazzling, desolate as autumn, bleak and lonely, pious and fiery, indomitable and seamless.

After a moment,

The sound of drawing and retracting the knife sounded almost at the same time.

Feng Feng Xue closed his eyes, grabbed the scroll, gently dusted the place touched by the man's dirty hands, and then walked out of the door without looking behind him...

The place had been detached, and the frightened corpse had not yet appeared in its eyes.