Lao Ju smiled, holding the Tang knife in both hands and stepping in the rain.

Yes, only by stepping on such words can we bring out Lao Ju's strength at every step at this time, the unconcealed nature of every step, and the uprightness of every step.

Lao Ju, who held the Tang knife, did not look like an assassin hiding in the shadows, but a polite master, wanting to defeat his opponent with an upright attitude.

Although in the rain curtain, although there are many enemies at this time, it is difficult to see much justice, but Lao Ju still does not have the momentum of Panasonic.

This is the momentum of the Tang knife.

With each step he took, the rain on the ground spread like a bright flower that bloomed in an instant, full of tyrannical vitality.

At this time, under the cold rain, but Mo Haoqiong's right ear was hot and unspeakable, and when he parried the gap between the little sheng's sword, he squinted to the right.

The tip of a knife widened in his pupils.

The galloping reaction came, and the attack of Han Zimei's upward block in his hand immediately turned into a horizontal slash, repelling the pair of swords, and the tip of the Tang knife collided straight at the point.

The power of the Tang Dao that could retreat from the bull hit Han Zimei's sword body and fed straight into Mo Haoqiong's arms.

This bone that is about to fall apart has such strength!

And what made Mo Haoqiong even more unbelievable was that the old man's tricks were not as fast as that little student, but like a calm and skilled swordsman, who was about to use his strength to kill a brute beast with brute force.

With the help of three steps back in the water, there will be a moment of flaw that cannot be retracted after the horizontal slash is completed, and he retreats with this strength, and barely holds the sword again.

This did not mean that Mo Haoqiong had taken advantage, and his arms were trembling slightly.

Lao Ju smiled again, it was extremely terrifying in the thunderstorm.

"It's really embarrassing, Mu Chen. ”

Mo Haoqiong was silent, he knew that what Lao Ju said was not for him.

His whole body was wheezing, and he didn't mind if the two people on the other side wanted to chatter.

The little student glanced at Lao Ju and said in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, kill him quickly." ”

"I'm seven, you're three. ”

"Good. ”

Mo Haoqiong's valuable head was quickly divided by the two of them, but Mo Haoqiong's physical strength was also back to two or three.

Hold a sword, against the rain.

Facing both of them at the same time, he has no chance of winning.

But who will wait to die on the spot?

Half-step kill.

The young man who came with Lao Ju didn't bother to pay attention to the umbrella anymore, let it swing away, and helped the half-step kill.

The young man's limbs were extremely thin, as if he had never eaten enough, but every step he took in the water was like a fir tree plunging straight into the water from a ten-foot tall building, which showed how heavy his weight was and how high his strength was.

He ran to borrow strength, and the fist slammed into the leader's skull with a whirring sound.

The leader's body was nearly two feet taller than the boy, and his whole body was even stronger than the boy, but in the face of this punch, the leader chose to dodge rather than parry.

His kung fu beast dance and martial arts, internal strength, light skills as a whole, mainly to win with a hundred tricks and thousands of changes, not only for the brute strength of tigers and bears, but also for the agility of swallow monkeys.

But this young man's thin fist is the meaning of one force to ten meetings, and it can only be hidden!

And this dodge is really simple for the leader, and it really doesn't take much effort.

Stepping back with his left foot and leaning back, the young man's fist whistled three inches away from the leader's face, and carried the young man's body, and then rushed about half a zhang, breaking the lime wall behind him, and throwing out countless rubble.

A piece of gravel slapped on the skull of Zhang Jianyun, who was swimming in a dancing dagger, and she was born.

He took two steps back, brushed his eyes half-covered by the rain-soaked hair in front of his forehead, looked at the freshly broken lime wall with some annoyance, and then looked at the leader with a smile on his face.

Collected his anger, returned to calm, and then danced his double dagger to help Zhao Qingqiu stand in half a step to kill.

The leader's smile was fixed on his face.

What does this mean...... Let me this boy who is like a bull?

Hearing another bang, the boy kicked in the air and flew straight from inside the wall.

The leader turned around and dodged, and his left elbow hit the young man's back hard, and suddenly a painful feeling of striking the bronze bell came, followed by the thin and powerful grasp of the young man's right hand!

Then he easily lifted his legs and lowered his body, and he was as flexible as a tanuki to dodge this claw that was difficult for ordinary people to dodge.

The boy flew away and landed a foot away, splashing a heap of water.

He frantically raised his head and charged towards the leader like a rhinoceros.

The leader stands upright and does not move, and the left hand is gently forward.

His eyes faded into indifference, like a lone wolf.

Please.

On the side, Zhao Qingqiu's Lan Ye slashed towards the throat of the half-step kill, and the half-step kill was indifferent to block it with his arm.

The arms of the half-step kill did not know how many thousands of tempers they had received, and the toughness was like wearing a pair of bearskin soft armor, and the Lan Ye who was cut off by the wind and grass was on his arms, and even the flesh and skin could not be pierced.

And the half-step murderous adulterous gaze kept scraping up and down Zhao Qingqiu's delicate body, as if through Zhao Qingqiu's rain-soaked clothes, he could see the jade-like smooth skin.

It only angered her, but she could only grit her teeth and endure it. If it was just because of that little sight of the half-step kill, he was angry and wanton attacking out of proportion, his charged arms could be pressed against her body at any time, and they would explode mercilessly.

Lan Ye was light and soft, Zhao Qingqiu took it in his right hand, and a sword move was natural.

This trick has a lot of flaws. But the half-step kill didn't dare to take the lead immediately, because he was not facing one person.

The dagger stabbed from a hidden place, silently.

Half-step killing is fat, but his body is soft and kind, coupled with his invulnerable arms, he is still comfortable under the siege of one sword and two daggers.

Those who are comfortable are enough to protect themselves, but it is difficult to attack. Every move of his arms fell into the air, and he failed to hit the second girl once. And once hit, he is guaranteed to kill with one hit.

It's just an endless loop. Moved around to dodge a sword, half-step killing self-deprecating smile, he is indeed not good at head-to-head combat, he is an assassin after all.

Snow falls everywhere.

The ink wind has arrived.

She knew that Mo Feng's crossbow arrow skills were very good, but she still didn't dare to underestimate Mo Feng's fist and foot skills.

First, it is the lion fighting the rabbit that she understands, and she also uses all her strength, and second, the fame of Mofeng's wind god catch, she knows that it is worthy of the name, and third, it is ...... Mo Feng dared to come alone, it was by no means possible to be handsome.

It's a life-and-death fight.

The snow fell and smiled softly, and raised the palm of his right hand.

The frost was condensed on her palm, and the cold rain also showed signs of freezing.

Her strongest skills have always been not umbrella and swordsmanship.

Between the electric light and flint, the ink wind has arrived, the left foot is fixed, and the right hook afterimage is coming.

So fast!

The snow's right palm was against the flying right hook, but it didn't bear much punch force, and she could clearly feel that the right fist that was blocked by her was ready to be withdrawn.

And what she felt more clearly was the right leg that Mo Feng swept over.

How skillful and real!

The left hand where the snow had fallen was immediately lightly released, and the handle of the umbrella was frost-colored, and it was fixed in the air and did not fly away. And the left palm of the snow fell with a knife towards the flying whip leg mixed ice, and the movements of both sides can be described as fast and fast.

I only knew that within these few breaths, these two people had already met more than thirty times, and the twelve fighting techniques of the ink wind were fierce, simple, and had grasped the essence of the essence and the fast, coercive, and solid frost cold heaven palm technique of the snow falling away.

The snow fell and shook with a move, forcing Mo Feng to take three steps back, and the two of them were silent, gasping for breath.

Mo Feng's hands gripped the short crossbow.

The snow-covered palms were covered with frost.

Kill!

And in the distance, above the first floor.

One person drinks a cup and drinks carefully. More than a dozen people stood firmly in the dark behind them.

He drank tea, because it was not appropriate to drink alcohol at this time.

It's time to close the net.

He smiled and looked at the rain battle outside the window.

"Mo Feng, this guy, is really good at acting, without being discovered by the snow, keep five or five open. ”

Mo Feng is one of the nine gods of the government, although his strength is only the Five Realms Huang Ting, but he is not at all worthy to the masters of the Nine Realms, in this world, there are not many people who can laugh and say that Mo Feng is this guy.

But he could.

His name is Liu Chaolei.