In the middle of dozens of black-clothed killers, Jun Qinghan had disappeared without a trace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The killer relies on the darkness of the enemy and the concealment of the breath, and finally achieves the effect of killing with one hit. And the concealment method, who can compare with the concealment technique?

Dozens of killers, frowning slightly, suddenly felt that they were passive, a trace of cold light swept through their eyes, and their bodies disappeared into the air.

The sky is clear, the wind is light, but it is a hidden infinite killing machine, dozens of killers, hiding the void, secretly guarding, as long as there is the slightest fluctuation, Jun Qinghan will be killed by thunder.

In the dark void, the corners of Jun Qinghan's mouth outlined a trace of coldness, his eyes radiated scarlet blood, and a trace of cruel killing intent appeared between his eyebrows, "Under the cloud demon pupil, there is no way to hide any tricks!"

The wrist was flipped, and there was suddenly a delicate flying knife in his hand!

The blade of the knife was pitch black, although it did not have the desolation of the Hidden Heaven Blade, but it was also dim, simple and recognizable, and did not flow the slightest breath.

The wrist shook, without the slightest surging of Dao Qi, but the flying knife in his hand was like an arrow off the string, breaking through the air.

"Whew!"

The flat voice sounded in the void, but it was splashed with three feet of blood, and the flying knife slashed through the obscure void, and the shocking power directly pierced the defense of the assassin in the shadows, crossing the center of the eyebrows.

A pitch-black shadow fell weakly from the sky.

In the darkness, the eyes of the killers shook slightly, "The Blue Flag realm, it actually attacked and killed in reverse, and with the strength of the wrist alone, pierced the defense of the Purple Flag powerhouse, and the breath did not fluctuate in the slightest."

For a time, the killers who always enjoy manipulating the fate of others are like mangs.

The other party seems to be a natural killer, the king of hidden killing!

The body was hidden, the dark eyes were glancing around, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more acute, the flying knife hooked his sideburns, and with a bang, he cut through the void again and headed towards the killer.

"Poof!"

In the empty void, three blood flowers suddenly splattered.

A black figure fell from the sky, a bright red blood streak appeared on his neck, and a trace of horror appeared on his cold face, "His iron-clad defense was actually shattered by a flying knife, what a terrifying wrist strength!"

It's easy to cut through defenses with a sharp blade, but it's hard to smash defenses with a throwing knife.

"Jun Qinghan's life is here, do you dare to come and take it?"

In the void, there was a sudden thunder, and Jun Qinghan's sarcastic voice was heard.

Before the words fell, the endless killing intent burst out, attacking towards the void a little bit, the cold aura locked the void, and the gray blade burst out with infinite sharpness in an instant.

Er, the people hidden in the void suddenly appeared, only to see Jun Qinghan's right hand turned into a dragon arm, and pieces of pitch-black scales flashed with the breath of destruction.

The black-robed man looked at the killer who was close in all directions, the cruel intent between his eyebrows became thicker, his body rotated, and his right arm suddenly drew a circle in the air, and he rushed towards the stabbing blade without dodging.

"Sonorous...... Sonorous ......"

The dragon's arm swung through, resisting all attacks, and the pitch-black blade collided with the scales, tearing out dazzling sparks.

Jun Qinghan's eyes suddenly swept a trace of ruthlessness, and with a wave of his left hand, between the lightning and flint, he pulled out a piece of reverse scale on his right arm...... The blood was dripping, the scales were like knives, the movements did not stop in the slightest, and the body rotated again.

"Woooooo

Jun Qinghan swirled, the scales were blood-red, and the killer's neck was obliterated, and the sound of skin cutting was very cold.

In the void, the black-robed man breathed a sigh of relief, pasted the bloodstained scales on the dragon's arm, and his body shook, like a cheetah, disappearing into the endless void.

Behind, dozens of blood swords dyed the sky red, and a pitch-black figure fell from the void.

"Blood...... Blood", an hour later, there was a sudden scream of Bai Xiaopang in the mountains and forests, looking at the bloody corpses on the ground, and his fat round stomach trembled fiercely.

"You...... What are you staring at me for?"

After Bai Xiaopang was frightened, he suddenly scolded the heads all over the ground, looking at the frightened heads, but there was a chill on his back, "What did they see, it was so miserable?"

"The old man is immortal, these must be the murders made by the Qinghan boss, let's go faster, we can't let the Qinghan boss's hands be stained with blood and become the devil of heaven and earth", Bai Xiaopang looked compassionate.

The sin on the donkey was a thousand years, but it fell asleep again.

Bai Xiaopang was furious, suddenly put his head on his head, and shouted angrily, "Dead donkey, run for me!"

Void, vigorous!

The exhausted donkey suddenly rose with infinite strength, and with a mournful long hiss, it rushed out like a cheetah, galloping a thousand feet, and suddenly roared, slumped to the ground, and directly shook off the sin on his back.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Sin Qianqiu, still sleeping soundly, Bai Xiaopang's eyes were wide open, looking at Sin Qianqiu very resentfully, with a painful face, "Hey, I'm going to sacrifice my chubby blood again", the fat body trembled, and suddenly a duck screamed:

"Dead brutes, get out of here!"

As soon as the words fell, the ground rumbled, cracking a deep canyon, and the fierce aura gushed out like a tide, and a hideous palm poked into the sky.

But three breaths, Jun Qinghan sat on top of a giant tiger, showing off his might, and pointed to a spider like a mountain beside him, "Little Huahua, take this old immortal with me!"

After speaking, Bai Xiaopang snorted, and many demonic beasts rushed towards the void vigorously.

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Thousands of miles in the sky, the wind and clouds are turbulent, and the slightly thin figure passes by from the long sky, like a pitch-black thunder, majestic and majestic, like an ancient chariot with murderous intent, and the pitch-black robe hunts and flies in the air, just like a battle flag dancing for thousands of years.

Suddenly, the pitch-black figure was in the sky, surrounded by thunder, and with a shock of arms, the demon soldiers of the Nightmare Demon Soldier shook the world, shaking the void, attracting thousands of Dao Qi, like fire boiling.

Jun looked ahead, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The white clothes are fluttering, indifferent as the wind, a middle-aged strategist holding a folding fan in his hand, a dragon wooden chair under his seat, looking at Jun Qinghan indifferently and ruthlessly.

Behind him, dozens of gray figures were displayed, with pitch-black cloaks, wrapping the whole body, dense and lightless, looking very gloomy.

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply, and the hand holding the Demon Soldier tightened, and a trace of uneasiness set off in his heart, "Black flags, ten black flags, and a middle-aged strategist who doesn't know the realm."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

The middle-aged strategist shook the folding fan lightly, the corners of his mouth outlined a gentle smile, and suddenly the folding fan was closed and pointed at Jun Qinghan, and said with a smile, "The demon soldier stays, you can get out!"

"Impossible!"

Jun Qinghan's face suddenly showed a trace of fear, and he kept retreating.

A hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged strategist, "Don't pretend to be so afraid, I am a scheming minister of the Ze clan, don't you know how arrogant you are."

"The demon soldiers are here, do you dare to come and take them?"

Jun Qinghan's body shook, bursting out with infinite killing intent, holding the Nightmare Owl, standing proudly in the void, and the Dao Qi around him was silent, without the slightest defense.

The middle-aged minister's hand shaking the fan froze slightly, a trace of astonishment swept through his eyes, and he suddenly closed his eyes, feeling the breath of the void, but it was just a breath, his eyes opened, and the folding fan became more and more fluttering, "Then I'm welcome."

As he spoke, the middle-aged strategist folded his fan and pointed at Jun Qinghan.

Behind him, dozens of gray-robed people rose towards Jun Qinghan, and the qi around them surged, revealing Sen Han's killing intent.

Jun Qinghan's arm shook, and he suddenly threw the Nightmare Demon Soldier into the sky, and at the same time, his body gradually disappeared into the void.

"Carving insect skills!"

In the void, the middle-aged strategist smiled disdainfully, and the moment Jun Qinghan moved, it was like a sharp arrow, slamming towards Jun Qinghan, folding the fan and shaking, revealing the murderous opportunity.

Jun Qinghan's pupils shrank sharply, and he didn't expect the middle-aged strategist to make a sudden move.

"Bang!"

With a bang, when Jun Qinghan was not completely hidden, the middle-aged strategist smashed his fist on Jun Qinghan's chest, only to hear the sound of the sternum shattering, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

At the same time, Jun Qinghan completely disappeared into the void.

The middle-aged strategist frowned slightly, and the majestic soul power swept away the void......

Above the void, a gray-robed man grabbed the Nightmare Demon Soldier with a happy face, and suddenly laughed wildly, his momentum increased like a sea of madness, his eyes were blood-red, and he slashed at his companions.

The middle-aged strategist below was startled, and immediately shouted, "Form a formation, restrain him!"

The gray-robed people immediately formed a large array of palms, imprisoning the gray-robed people holding the Nightmare Demon Soldier.

"Woohoo!"

The gray-robed man holding the demon soldier roared wildly, like a savage beast, and the endless demonic energy on the demon soldier surged towards the gray-robed man, injecting infinite power into him.

Sonorous sounds, great shaking.

"Hold on!"

The middle-aged strategist snorted coldly, his expression suddenly became focused, and he swept towards the void inch by inch, in his eyes, Jun Qinghan must die, and his threat was even worse than that of the demon soldiers.

One breath!

Two breaths!

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In the void, the gray-robed man holding the demon soldier became more and more brave, like a wild dragon in prison, the gray-robed man in the square formation was in a cold sweat, his face became pale, and the middle-aged strategist below, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he became more and more calm.

Six breaths!

Seven breaths!

The Void Array rattled, and a crack had already cracked, and a trace of blood hung on the corners of the mouths of many gray-robed people, and they looked at their companions who were becoming more and more domineering in the center with hideous expressions.

Ten breaths have passed, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of the middle-aged strategist's mouth, "The technique of invisibility is nothing more than that!"

Saying that, the seal of his hands was magnificent, and he crushed towards the void, and the giant seal in his palm had not yet been taken off, and the middle-aged strategist frowned slightly, and then his face changed greatly, and he was in a cold sweat.

"Whew!"

A dragon's groan, a commanding sky!

In the sky of eternity, a pitch-black reverse dragon appeared, shaking three thousand wind and clouds, and the body of a thousand dragons stretched between heaven and earth, and a huge claw was like a mountain, shooting towards the middle-aged minister.

At the same time, the dragon's tail swept and crushed towards the gray-robed people.

"Boom!"

The dragon's body was like a Great Wall cast of molten iron, crushing the large array from the outside in an instant, only a groan was heard, the soldiers shook, and the gray-robed man holding the halberd was full of fierce demon light, and he slashed towards his companions.

"Hiss", sparks shot out, a piece of dragon scales was slashed, and blood was like an infusion!

Under the dragon's claws, the middle-aged strategist was holding the Feng Han long sword, looking at Jun Qinghan, his eyes were glowing with a hint of coldness, and the black five-stage lotus pattern on his forehead was shining brightly......