It's hard to say.

Mo Feng and Half-Step Kill are already ready to make a move.

Imminent.

"Smack!"

The shocking slap in the storyteller's hand was earth-shattering in this empty and quiet teahouse.

The actions of both of them froze for a long time.

The storyteller continued to read as if nothing had happened.

It seemed to be the same, but Mo Haoqiong, who had been listening to it for a long time, noticed the change.

The storyteller's tone was filled with incomprehensible integrity and a calmness to the emptiness.

Troublesome, this unbearable itching on the face, some gradually spread all over the body.

Mo Haoqiong's nails were embedded in the flesh.

Zhao Qingqiu also noticed that the atmosphere was wrong at this time, and only the second person who led the second goods still didn't know what to say.

Her right hand flipped back, clasped tightly on top of Arashiya on her back, ready to be unsheathed.

I don't know when, one or two people on each floor of this teahouse will quietly get up and whisper a few words to each tea guest.

Second floor. Half-step killing and the man with the green umbrella behind him entered again.

The internal force of the arms of the half-step kill is condensed.

Quiet.

Suddenly, when it was too late, Mo Feng violently spun his right hand, and shot an arrow at the throat of the half-step kill!

The short arrow breaks through the wind, the tip is unparalleled, and the fragility of the human throat is absolutely irresistible.

But the half-step kill had been alert for a long time, and his footsteps were half to the left, but he avoided the key point under this absolute speed, and let the short arrow nail his right shoulder.

Suddenly, bursts of numbness and pain spread from the shoulder of the half-step kill from the whole body, and this short arrow was even quenched with poison!

This short crossbow is not just one shot, but at the moment when the half-step kill is slightly stalled, two short arrows are fired, head to waist!

The right palm was thrown towards the left sleeve, and the empty short crossbow was perfectly swallowed by the left sleeve. With a stroke of his right palm, his right sleeve slipped, and a short crossbow full of arrows was firmly held in Mo Feng's hand, ready to go. At the same time, his left hand moved in his left sleeve, loading the short crossbow with precision.

Zhang Jianyun also understood the situation at this time, and he had to immediately solve the dangerous meat ball in front of him before he could deal with the unknown green umbrella behind him.

The right foot jumped into the air, and two short daggers flew out of the waist, one positive and one backward tightly held, whirling, and chopping.

The twin arrows have arrived, and the twin daggers have arrived.

The half-step killing hands are blocked, and the internal force contracts and explodes.

"Fight the sky!"

This is the famous stunt of the bull boxing method across the mountain, which can make the internal force explode in the air like gunpowder and hurt people in the air. And if the internal force is directly hit by the arms of the half-step kill, it is no different from the explosion of gunpowder, and the lethality is extremely strong. Hence the name half-step kill.

It's just that the consumption of internal force by this move is really huge, and even if it is a half-step kill, it is difficult for the Seven Realms Huang Ting to release it many times in a row.

The two short arrows that Mo Feng flew quickly were blown apart, and the tail of one of the short arrows remained on the left arm of the half-step kill.

And Zhang Jianyun seemed to have expected it, and the offensive in mid-air stopped without hesitation, stepped on the remnants of a scattered short arrow, kicked back steadily, and the double dagger turned in his hand, stopped at Mo Feng's side, and then sprinted again.

Mo Feng didn't have time to say more at this time, and immediately turned around and raised his hand to give the umbrella holder an arrow. According to the archives in his official mansion, there was a pause of two breaths in this half-step kill, so the man with the green umbrella had to be subdued within these two breaths.

Although Zhao Qingqiu didn't know why Mo Feng made a move, she could also feel the heavy killing power, so she also drew her sword out of the sheath.

A layer of frost condensed on Lan Ye's sword body, Zhao Qingqiu swept it out of thin air, and the ice slag flew away.

This is naturally not very harmful, but it can allow Zhao Qingqiu to find out the approximate strength of the green umbrella in a very short period of time.

The green umbrella flickered.

The flying arrows and ice slag were like a weak drizzle, and when they touched the umbrella surface, they fell vertically to the ground.

Extremely dangerous!

Zhao Qingqiu's Lanye was instantly frozen by ice and snow, and the internal force of the Heavenly Gate was fully opened.

Two short arrows whistled past Zhao Qingqiu's ears, pointing at the left hand of the person holding the umbrella and the gap on the umbrella.

The leader just raised his eyes.

Mo Haoqiong was irritable.

These two arrows are indeed extremely vicious, and the angles are tricky, and if the person holding the umbrella must block it, then the umbrella must bow behind him, and the face under the umbrella must be displayed.

Mo Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the green umbrella that had been raised. The hands were moving rapidly, and the short crossbow in the hand was full of three rounds.

The robe agitated, the spirit platform operated, and the ink wind finally gave the short arrow of the short crossbow a pitch-black internal force in this lightning-like collision.

He was serious.

As Mo Feng had guessed, the man moved backwards slightly, dodging two short arrows.

The green umbrella is raised.

This is a young woman, with long hair and waist-length hair, and a face that looks like a cold winter.

Her face was delicate, as if she was smiling, but her eyes were full of coldness.

This coldness is not haughty, not conceited, but unforgiving.

"It'......s the snow falling!

The leader next to him couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Red Dust Hall Execution Division A and other assassins, the snow is falling!

Ground floor.

At this time, the storyteller's voice came again.

The atmosphere on the field was stunned.

Mo Feng took action and led the end of the low scolding, it turned out that it was just a breath away.

Long Feiye inserted all the yellow paper in his hand on the wooden sword, and suddenly the sword was blazing, and the masculine Yan swept up the overwhelming power of the yin wind, and the situation was finally reversed by Long Feiye. The last few ghosts had no choice but to fight hard. ”

Second floor.

Several people froze in place.

It's really weird.

The half-step kill move is the main assassination technique of the half-step kill, so the sound is very small, and the shots of several people are not too noisy, but the action is indeed violent and dangerous, so that no one will pay attention to it.

All of them buried their heads low.

Tea, tasting. Book, listen carefully.

Mo Feng made a move. He's very good at taking chances.

The body twisted, holding the short crossbow as fast as a shadow, and the three short crossbows as black as iron shot out towards the force, pointing at the brain, throat and left chest, three times the speed of the first two rounds of short crossbows!

The snow fell, and the umbrella twisted, and three short arrows were nailed to her green umbrella.

The sound of the sharp weapon sounded dullly, and she knew that it was the attack of the long sword.

She frowned tightly behind the umbrella.

There were only three people left at the tea table.

The leader finally ended in a daze, glanced at Mo Haoqiong, who was silent and seemed to be trembling, and said to Mo Feng: "What's the situation?"

Mo Feng didn't bother to pay attention to it, and didn't squint at the snow. The hands were flying, only a few clicks could be heard, and the short crossbow in his hand was ready to go.

The leader scratched his head.

Without warning, he slammed on the chair he was sitting on, the chair burst on the spot, and with the help of this impact, he jumped three feet and kicked on the fat face that was half a step away.

In short, he will hit whoever Jian Yun wants.

Tea table.

The flames in Mo Haoqiong's heart were almost burning all over the place, but there were bursts of chill.

The bones of the whole body were cut down by woodcutters all over the mountains like old dead wood, and the flesh and blood of the whole body were as painful as if they had been burrowed into a wriggling foreign body.

Mo Haoqiong gritted his teeth.

Heart.

Lingtai.

A wind blows.

If the wind has passed a hundred miles in the heart, the heat and frost are gone.

If the body has been cooled by all kinds of coolness, the nerves and pain will be gone.

It's just a wisp. It's vast.

Its name, hurry up!