Let's say that after the half-step kill was surrounded by the two, they parried again and again.

Don't look at his fat appearance and the strength of the Seven Realms Huang Ting, but after all, he is an assassin who wins by ingenuity and strives to kill with one blow, so his camouflage technique and the light skill of escaping are extraordinary, and the real killing is enough, just one move.

But for assassination, this trick alone is enough.

The half-step killing fat shook and dodged the vertical slash of Zhang Jianyun's double daggers.

Two breaths have arrived.

The short arrow on the half-step kill's shoulder was trembling up and down.

The pain naturally couldn't affect his slightest shot, but the tearing and bleeding of the Mitsubishi arrow of the short arrow, and the poison on the arrow made the operation of his internal force much more obscure.

He put his hands up against the leader's waist. The internal force contracts violently!

The leader kicked on the belly of the half-step kill, but he only felt the rolling waves of meat, and this kick was unloaded by the fat on the half-step kill, and he didn't let him take half a step back. What's more, his feet seem to be stuck in a quagmire, and he can't retreat with the force of recoil at all.

"Fight the sky!"

The contraction of the half-step killing fat fists has reached the extreme.

"Flying Falcon!"

The leader drank hard, and touched a trace of fat from half a step on his toes, making him kick away.

The power of the sky exploded and struck the air.

Three feet away, a corner of the tea table cracked.

Zhang Jianyun's right dagger struck again, like a flying swallow. The half-step kill is babbling, but the fat man moves softly and perfectly, and it is especially difficult to grasp the flaws.

Half-step kill looked at Zhang Jianyun, and the fear was very vague.

The swing of her double dagger is very similar to the Shuangyan Baihong swordsmanship.

This is the martial arts of the Zhang family.

Zhang Jianyun's left dagger was connected again, but it was also dodged by the half-step kill.

Half a step back and half a step, taking advantage of the gap when Zhang Jianyun attacked again, he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Haoqiong, who was smiling with his eyes closed on the tea table.

This person will be killed.

On the other side, the dull sound of green umbrellas falling from the snow rose. She can defeat Zhao Qingqiu who slashed in front with one hand, but she must not easily raise an umbrella to attack. Mo Feng's short crossbow skills are not inferior to those of the Tang Sect masters, vicious and tricky, extremely fatal, and have to be guarded against.

Holding the handle of the umbrella and twisting it violently, the seemingly thin and weak surface of the umbrella actually blew a cold wind.

Collect the umbrella.

Ink Wind's three short arrows have quietly arrived.

The cold wind was so cold that it moved the path of the short arrow, so that the two short arrows missed, and the remaining one hit the waist.

The poison on the arrow and the internal force of the ink wind spread violently, and a drop of cold sweat fell from the snow.

Fortunately, it takes half a breath to change the crossbow in the ink wind.

The snow fell without saying a word, and he collided with Zhao Qingqiu's Lan Yesheng like an umbrella like a sword.

It's so strong!

Zhao Qingqiu's mouth was numb, and he clung to Lan Ye, and retreated more than ten steps in a row.

The snow fell, and he raised his eyes to look at Mo Haoqiong, who was smiling with his eyes closed on the tea table.

This person will be caught.

Ground floor.

The storyteller's voice continues.

The yin ghosts gathered all the accumulated resentment and hatred, and actually combined a large knife as black as charcoal and three feet long. This knife loomed, screaming again and again, and in a trance, Long Feiye actually felt that his body had been split in half by this knife. However, Long Feiye's strength was extraordinary, and he could easily dissolve this ghost technique by whispering the Heart Clearing Mantra. ”

Second floor.

Except for Mo Feng, no one noticed, and another person came upstairs lightly.

Half-step kill.

After three breaths, the internal force of the half-step kill was successfully adjusted, and he was able to use it again to fight the air.

Zhang Jianyun and the leader were keenly aware of this clue.

Mo Feng's short arrows seem to be quenched with poison, and the drawbacks of the half-step killing fight have been thoroughly explored by the two of them.

He only has the move to kill the air, and he only needs to avoid it, and he can attack repeatedly.

It's like an elephant, but it can't defeat two nimble animals.

Zhang Jianyun's double daggers are like double swallows, lightweight, changeable, and difficult, and the leading fists and feet are like a wild wolf, cunning, ruthless, and impermanent.

But the elephant is your elephant after all, and it is not something that two swallows and a wild wolf can be defeated so easily.

Therefore, Zhang Jianyun and the leader only looked at each other for a moment in the half-stall vacancy of the upper and lower struggles, and they already understood each other.

One word, drag.

Snow falls everywhere.

She looked at Zhao Qingqiu, who had pushed back more than ten steps, and was a little unconvinced.

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength. The umbrella strike she had just collided with Zhao Qingqiu had indeed applied ten percent of her Eight Realms Spirit Platform's internal force, and it was a full blow for her. What she expected was that Zhao Qingqiu, who was only in the four realms, resisted her iron umbrella, and she would inevitably crack her mouth, her five organs would be rushed, she would vomit blood, and she would lose her combat power.

But the man more than ten paces away from the snow was still standing, even though her whole body was trembling. This is not something that a normal Four Realms Huang Ting can do.

The thought of the snow falling took half of the breath.

The ink wind card is finished, and it is ready to load.

It's too late to think about it.

Mo Haoqiong had already been hit by her fire and water, and at this time he was full of pain and delirium, as long as he approached him, he would not resist, and let her take him away.

Ground floor.

"But the knife is not only hallucinatory, it is now a real knife. The group of yin ghosts raised their swords high and slashed down with force, causing people's souls to shake and tremble. Long Feiye's face was not afraid of color, and he raised the peachwood sword horizontally to touch it with force. ”

When the snow fell, she was about to lift her steps, and the tips of her ears were keenly keenly keen, and there was a sound of breaking wind behind her.

It's a knife!

The snow twisted on tiptoe, turned around gracefully, and met the flying scimitar with a green umbrella.

And the cold and unspeakable eyes of the man with the sword.

Enter the shadow god to capture Xun Minying!

The umbrella bone of the green umbrella where the snow fell was made of green gold meteorite, and it was also an iron tool, and at this time, it was on the face of Xun Minying's scimitar, and there was a sound of gold and iron colliding.

At the same time, the ground floor.

The storyteller sang, "It is clearly a wooden sword and a ghost knife, but after the collision, it is a symphony of gold and stone, which is shocking." ”

Second floor.

"Dang!"

The sound of the snow falling and Xun Minying's umbrella knife collided open, reverberating leisurely in the silent teahouse.

Many tea customers who bowed their heads and listened carefully sighed and thought it was a must.

The umbrella knife has been divided.

Xun Minying's eyes are calm, and they can even be described as extremely calm, somewhat similar to the snow falling. To be calm to the extreme, it is ruthless, but ruthlessness does not mean calmness.

Xun Minying's eyes swept up and down on Xue Luo's body, and in just an instant, he found a full three weaknesses, and connected the three swords of the wild dance.

Behind the snow, three short arrows have arrived.

Ground floor.

The storyteller's eyes lit up.

The ghost thing still didn't give up, slashed three times in a row, and turned into a big yin wind, condensed into three flying spears, and threw them out, Long Feiye was not afraid, holding a peachwood sword and waving it around, in order to block it. ”

Second floor.

As the snow fell, his face gradually faded.

Her Huang Ting's internal strength surged.

A dead chill overflowed her.

"Dang, dang, dang, ding!"

His expression was three points frozen, he raised his umbrella, and quickly blocked Xun Minying's three knife slashes, then turned around and swept away, shooting two short arrows away, and let one short arrow pierce his left leg.

She had already used her internal strength Nandou Aoxue Divine Skill's stunt Thousand Mountains Snow Fall, which could increase her reflexes and explosive power by nearly fifty percent in the time of a stick of incense, and she had to capture Mo Haoqiong immediately.

She didn't use martial arts stunts, and she used light martial arts stunts at this time, and her internal strength no longer allowed her to waste a penny.

Not much entangled with Xun Minying, the snow fell and strode forward, only five steps away from the tea table.

Ink Wind squinted. At this distance, he is sure that he will hit the shot.

The short crossbow in his hand happened to be loaded.

Just about to raise his hand, Mo Haoqiong beside him slowly stood up.

A brush was squeezed leisurely in his hand, and a refreshing breeze came out of his body.

Long hair fluttering, hunting robes, and a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

The brush was as sharp as a sword.

"Are you going to kill me?"