Mo Haoqiong straightened up and played with the brush in his hand.

White clothes win snow.

"Are you going to kill me?"

His language was so leisurely at this time.

The footsteps of the snow falling are still in place.

Zhao Qingqiu, who was standing on the side, tilted his head, and was also a little stunned.

Mo Haoqiong seemed to be a different person. On weekdays, she could clearly feel the kindness, gentleness, and laziness that Mo Haoqiong suppressed on his body, which was still slightly overflowing, and was by no means such a somewhat arrogant ...... Pleased.

The smile on Mo Feng's face suddenly became a little more real.

The flaws in the snow are just around the corner!

Raise your hand.

A wind passed by his side.

Mo Haoqiong came leisurely, but he was shocked by a hundred miles of wind.

The brush in his hand turned white to black, and the dry meaning was filled with ink.

When the snow falls, you can feel the surging internal force inside!

Without saying a word, the green umbrella was opened, dancing like flowing water on the curve of the umbrella surface, and the blue light on the umbrella surface was faintly contained, but in an instant, the snow fell to make the umbrella dance impermeable, and the blue light blessing on the umbrella surface could allow her to unload the force skillfully.

This is the stunt of her umbrella method, which can be described as a self-preservation skill, and within three feet of a person, no one can parry the attack of the umbrella.

Of course, this is under the condition that the cultivation and martial arts of both sides are equal.

She had collected Mo Haoqiong's specific information before, and knew that he had an extraordinary divine weapon in his hand, which could not be underestimated.

And she didn't relax a little from beginning to end, but she still didn't expect the power of the brush in Mo Haoqiong's hand to be so terrifying.

Mo Haoqiong pointed at its ordinary thorns, fast and close to the wind, simple and effective.

The snow is falling and you want to hold an umbrella.

The umbrella is worn.

The umbrella surface woven by the invulnerable silk of the Pleiades Yuanyang was easily penetrated by this brush.

Ground floor.

"Long Feiye struck with force, and Bisheng forcibly broke the attack of the ghost knife with a peachwood sword. said that it was too late and that it was fast, Long Feiye danced the peachwood sword and moved, the masculine Yan on the sword burned, and the ghost knife was stabbed out by the peachwood sword. ”

Second floor.

As soon as the snow fell, he immediately collected the umbrella, and slashed at Mo Haoqiong's waist with the umbrella with swordsmanship.

Mo Haoqiong's reaction was also fast, and he slashed down with the pen, and collided fiercely with the umbrella bone.

The ink on the brush overflowed, dyed on the green umbrella, and it was even more landscape-painted.

A brush is always much lighter than an umbrella, and Mo Haoqiong connected the previous action, holding the pen and stabbing forward.

It can be regarded as undisciplined, without too much skill, and it is not enough to get back to basics.

But, too fast.

It's a grind of sheer speed.

The breeze on Mo Haoqiong's body carried him with great pleasure!

After a quick thought of a tenth of the snowfall, he immediately retreated, opened the green umbrella violently, and held the handle of the umbrella and kept rubbing it.

The almost substantial wind and snow rose from under the umbrella, and her steps were like ice slippery, which could have escaped Mo Haoqiong's stab.

If you can't strike a single blow, you can go a long way, this is a rule that all Assassins know.

The snow flickered as it fell, and it quickly retreated, only to meet a scimitar.

"Stay. ”

Xun Minying blocked her retreat and said lightly. At this time, in his eyes, the snow was falling and full of flaws.

Ground floor.

"I only know that the dust is flying, broken wood and rotten iron are smashing everywhere, this broken temple is a little unbearable to fight between Long Feiye and ghosts. ”

Second floor.

The little eyes of the half-step kill trembled.

With a false move, he no longer dragged the mud and water, his steps twisted, and he was forced to take an arrow from the ink wind, and slammed on a table behind him with a fight, and jumped up towards the third floor. The force of this leap allowed his big fat man to go straight to the third floor, and then he stepped again, smashed through the wooden wall with his body, and escaped from the building.

The second and third tea guests were amazed again.

This ventriloquist, good craftsmanship.

When the leader was about to pursue, Zhang Jianyun patted the leader's shoulder, and the active fool immediately stopped.

If Zhang Jianyun doesn't go together, he won't be interested. Of course, if Zhang Jianyun didn't go together, he would have zero certainty of dealing with a half-step kill, even if he hit the three arrows of Mofeng in a half-step.

Another place.

In front of the snow falling, the scimitar slashed with precision, and there was no way to avoid it.

Behind him, three short arrows were about to arrive.

She's running out of skills.

But she doesn't necessarily have to stay.

On the side of the second floor, a tea guest gently waved the tea cup and got up and ran suddenly.

The tea guest's hands were interlocked, and the pair of swords revealed a cold light.

He is very fresh, but his martial arts are familiar.

"I'm ......"

It was the thief who assassinated Mo Haoqiong two days ago!

The leader Shang only turned around, and saw the purple-clothed Xiaosheng's sudden stab, and blurted out the swear words.

The little student's figure has bowed, and he is galloping, and he directly cuts Xun Minying.

The scimitar is naturally invulnerable when it suppresses the green umbrella, but it is defenseless against the sword that suddenly enters the battlefield.

Xun Minying's eyes were slightly slanted, and he slashed upwards steadily with the scimitar, took three steps back, and simply gave up this opportunity to hurt the snow.

He was not sure that he would be killed, and for the analysis of various situations, retreating was the best option, so he no longer remembered the advantage he had just had.

Xiao Sheng glanced at Mo Haoqiong, who was a little wilted, and ran quickly with a handful of snow-soaked waists, and kicked through the wooden wall with a rough kick, and also fled without a trace.

The truth is that it is too late, then it is too fast.

The instantaneous struggle of more than ten breaths is as long as more than ten days have passed in the senses of these people.

Mo Haoqiong simply sat on the chair and gasped for breath.

That quick spirit had already faded when he pierced the snow and fell on the umbrella surface, and now, it was just a strong support.

With his weak body, if he didn't have the much faster spirit than his uncle, he would not be able to manipulate a gentleman jade with the internal strength of several half-step grandmasters and half-step real people.

Kuaizai's qi had returned to his body, and Mo Haoqiong's body had not collapsed, but his brain was buzzing.

It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous.

With a flick of his index finger on his side, he filled the crossbow with a full load, gently put it back into his sleeve, and raised his chopsticks to hold a xiaolongbao as if nothing happened.

Mo Feng pondered for a moment, put the xiaolongbao back into the cage, and stuffed a silver wire into his mouth.

The atmosphere was indeed a little weird.

The leader pulled Zhang Jianyun and shook his head and sat back in his seat, he couldn't figure out why he had encountered two assassinations in three days after entering Bochi City, and he was born an extremely rare and powerful assassin.

But he didn't bother to think about it. He knew that Mofeng was fast, Mofeng was not in a hurry, what was he anxious about.

Zhang Jianyun glanced at the back of Xun Minying, who was quietly leaving, took a small cage and put it in his mouth, and blocked his expression with chopsticks.

Zhao Qingqiu trembled his hands, inserted Lan Ye back into the scabbard, trembled and grabbed a xiaolongbao, stretched out his head and bit his chopsticks, and ate it raw.

It was as if the stormy assassination had not happened. Although, Zhao Qingqiu's hand and Mo Haoqiong's head shook violently.

Ground floor.

"Eventually, it will be silenced. The ghost thing couldn't defeat the dragon flying leaf and escaped, but at this time, what people didn't expect was ......"

The storyteller slammed the wood.

All the tea guests looked up at the storyteller on the first floor.

He folded the fan.

The dark clouds outside the building reunite.

"I want to know what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown. ”