Mu Fan raised his left hand, and the moment he raised his hand, everything around him slowed down, and it seemed that only his hand was moving. Due to the difference in movement, his slow movement was almost imperceptible in the eyes of the Assassin and Zhongping.

"...... Sonor"

"Buzz ......"

Mu Fan flicked lightly with his left hand, the tip of the sword broke, and the sword body groaned softly and buzzed. The Assassin's jaw shook, blood flowing, but not yet.

The effect of the time slowdown had receded, and the assassin's body and sword were already crooked, and it was difficult to hurt Mu Fan. However, this professional assassin in a night suit was very professional, and at the last moment, he changed the direction of his sword and stabbed at Mu Fan's lower yin diagonally.

The sword and the strength on the sword have not arrived, but this move still made Mu Fan's lower body cold, and he broke off the Sun Sword.

Mu Fan opened his hands, closed his palms again, and clamped the sword body with his palms. The strength of the limbs and the true element of the swallow, the short contact had already left two palm prints on the sword. The assassin tried his best to turn the hilt of the sword, trying to stranch Mu Fan's palm, but the force with which he turned the sword was far less than Mu Fan's palm, which caused the assassin's face to be reddened, and the sword was still firmly clamped by Mu Fan's palm.

Nakahei swung his sword at the assassin's waist, and the power converged on the sword, which seemed to be mediocre, but in fact it was extremely sharp.

The assassin's sword was already under Mu Fan's control, and he either chose to abandon the sword or take Zhong Ping's sword. He is not Mu Fan, and he can't withstand Zhong Ping's full sword.

From the beginning to the present, there has been only one assassin who has made a move, and the other assassin has always been silent. At this point in the assassination, the assassin's breath was still so calm, and it could be seen that his heart was better than that of the first assassin.

Mu Fan pointed upwards at the Assassin's head, and at the same time, Zhongping's sword slashed into the Assassin's waist. The Assassin's head exploded, red and white splattered out of the hole in the back of his head, his waist split in two, and his internal organs spilled onto the ground with blood.

Another assassin on the roof moved, sharp, sudden, and a blow was a sure hit. His sword stabbed Mu Fan in the back, although he was hit, he did not have a trace of pride, whether he killed Mu Fan or not, he would definitely die.

Mu Fan felt a chill in his back, and then there was a pain of being hit by a sharp iron plate, and his waist couldn't help but bend forward. Seeing him suffer this blow, Zhong Ping's body stiffened, for fear that something would happen to him.

The assassin continued to stab his sword, but this stab, the sword did not move at all, and a shield seemed to appear on Mu Fan's back, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the shield.

The worry on Zhongping's face had not yet disappeared, and he actually saw a smile on the general's face. In a trance, he thought it was his delusion, and the next moment he noticed that the general's smile was even stronger.

Mu Fan turned around, his hand was clenched into a claw, and with a casual pull, the black cloth on the killer's face was gone, and if he grabbed it again, the night clothes on the half of the killer's body were gone. He was going to catch it again, and after a little consideration, he felt that there was no need for it, so he left a pair of pants for the killer.

The killer's face was covered in black cloth, but his face was covered in scars, presumably completely disfigured by some kind of poison before he came. His upper body was about the same as his cheeks, and it was difficult to identify them.

Although he knew that he was not Mu Fan's opponent, the killer obviously didn't want to give up, so he forcibly changed the castration of the sword and wiped Mu Fan's neck with the blade.

Mu Fan waved his hand lightly, the sword qi at his fingertips was swallowed, and the sword in the killer's hand broke from the middle, and the cut was flat like a cut of a tofu block. Still unwilling to give up, the Assassin continued to stab his target in the heart with a broken sword.

Zhong Ping stepped forward with his sword, but it was too late, and the general's hand used his strength to pinch off the assassin's arm, and the wound of the bone on the arm was exactly the same as the wound of the sword, and there was a kind of perverted beauty.

Blood poured out, and a drop fell into the wine bowl in Mu Fan's hand. The red blood fell into the wine and did not melt for a long time, perhaps due to the influence of the surrounding qi, the sword shadow on the wine floated, and the blood droplets quickly spread and melted, becoming a part of the warm wine.

"Who sent you?"

The Assassin didn't speak.

Mu Fan's eyes lit up, and he pinched the assassin's mouth, his tongue was gone, and he couldn't open his mouth. Just now, only one of the Assassin's hands was abolished, and if both hands were abolished, it would be a lot of trouble.

From the time he entered this place to the time he watched the general kill one assassin and subdue another, he was a little embarrassed. As the general's personal bodyguard, his strength is not as good as that of the general, and now he can't even interfere. Watching the general interrogate the prisoner, he coughed lightly, stepped forward, and clenched his fists and said, "General, just hand him over to me." ”

Mu Fan shook his head, and slashed the assassin's left leg with the finger of his sword. When the left leg was broken, there was more movement than the arm, and blood was pouring all over the floor, and the viscosity and fishy smell became stronger. The blood of the two Assassins fused together, gradually becoming indistinguishable from each other.

"Who sent you?"

Zhong Ping took out a pen and paper from the storage ring, handed it to the assassin, and said, "Say it, you can die a happy death." ”

The Assassin still did not speak.

Mu Fan pinched his hand, and the assassin's neck was broken, and he was completely dead. He tossed the Assassin's corpse and glanced at the wine in the bowl. The wine was mixed with blood, and he couldn't take a mouth, even if he used his divine power to separate the blood droplets, he still couldn't take a mouthful, but it was a pity that there was a good wine in the cup.

"General, leave him for interrogation slowly, you will definitely be able to ......" Zhong Ping took the initiative to shut up in the middle of speaking, he was not sure that the assassin would speak. The power that can cultivate the assassins of the Heavenly Sudden Realm is limited, and they can be counted on one hand.

"General, be careful, I'll call Lao Niu over."

Mu Fan nodded, "Go ahead." ”

He walked out the door with his glass, flipped his wrist and spilled it on the floor, leaving only a puddle of water and a faint aroma of wine. The aroma of the wine is usually strong, but the smell of blood today is too strong, which masks the aroma of the wine.

Cultivating two Tiantu Realm assassins, and training them to such an excellent level, only three forces in Beihua can do it: the emperor, Lin Shuai, and the Gao family.

Mu Fan entered the house and looked at the two dead people in the house, his face was expressionless, assassination, it might work for many people, but on him, it wouldn't work!

It didn't take long for Zhongping to come over with Lao Niu, and Lao Niu smelled the smell of blood here from afar, and shouted: "Fuck! Who the would dare to send an assassin to assassinate a general! ”

Zhong Ping frowned and said, "Needless to say, it must be Lin Shuai." It is estimated that he saw the general's military exploits, and after the class division was promoted to a second-class general, he could hold hundreds of thousands of millions of troops in his hands, and he was intimidated......"

Speaking of which, he was terrified for a while. Because he didn't even notice that the Assassins were coming, it was the General who reminded him that he was alert, and the strength of both Assassins was above him. If it weren't for the general's own cultivation being strong enough, the result of this assassination operation would be self-evident.

Lao Niu glanced at the wound of the corpse and said, "Lao Zhong, you didn't kill these two people. ”

"It was the general who killed him."

Lao Niu said: "You said that Lin Shuai sent someone, so what the hell can you bear?" Isn't this bullying? wanted to harm our general, but the old cow and I hacked him! ”