In fact, along the way, this kind of thing should have happened a long time ago. If he didn't come, Zhao Wu'an would feel strange.

No matter how much manpower is invested, no matter how fast the news spreads, there are limitations. The bigger the net, the bigger the hole, and the more likely it is that fish will slip through the net. Zhao Wu'an and Dailou Sangyu sometimes walked together and sometimes separated, and the route was also erratic because they followed those rich children, and it was difficult to track. Although the image of the white-clothed backpack is so conspicuous, Zhao Wu'an's natural appearance has no characteristics, as long as he does not walk with Dailou Sangyu, it is difficult for the other party to determine.

In this way, this Assassin Order, which has taken root everywhere in the world, is also quite benevolent.

Zhao Wu'an retreated to the ring wall, looking at the crappy assassin condescendingly, without a smile. Although he was sure that the other party couldn't beat him, Zhao Wuan understood that the organization was resolute and ruthless. If it's not foolproof, it will never make a move.

At this moment, in front of the Spring and Summer Tower, the novice assassin with a sword was masked in black, standing under an old mulberry tree, a gust of wind came, and the mulberries on his head slipped off, and with his black clothes that could not be more conspicuous in broad daylight, it looked extremely funny.

"You're lost. Zhao Wu'an said, "Is there anything to say, for example, who is your master?"

Knowing that he was destined to be unable to complete the mission, the Assassin craned his neck and shouted, "I will not betray my employer's information!"

Zhao Wu'an sighed, saw that there was no one around, took the sword out of the box and picked mulberries, and hung in front of him.

The black-clothed assassin turned pale with fright, and took half a step back, but there was no way to escape when he thought about it, so he shouted as if he was desperate and jumped with his sword raised.

With Zhao Wu'an's sword control skills, it was a matter of time to kill this black-clothed assassin. However, in the face of the assassin's life-for-death attack, Zhao Wu'an seemed to be suddenly afraid, put his sword into the box, stepped on the ground and retreated, retreating to the front of the tower.

A feathered arrow flew past his cheek. Zhao Wu'an sneered: "I want to see how many hands you still have." ”

At the location of the Jizo Hall in the front yard, a middle-aged man's voice came from afar: "Not much, just three hands." ”

On Zhao Wu'an's side, the blue bricks on the ground suddenly turned up, and a masked man with a flexible body shot a hundred points of cold light, approaching Zhao Wu'an. Zhao Wu'an turned around and unloaded the sword box, and with a single box, he beckoned to the assassin's face and sent him flying. Those hidden weapons stabbed into the sword box, as if they were piercing into the sea in an instant, losing all their strength, and rolling down one after another.

Blocking the hidden weapon is nothing, and when the sword intent in the box is at its peak, it is enough to force ordinary martial artists.

Knocked away the assassin who threw the hidden weapon, Zhao Wu'an did not stop, and as soon as he turned around, he smashed the door of the Spring and Summer Tower, and flew in, holding the sword box in front of him.

The assassin hiding behind the door was caught off guard, and before the Lianzhu crossbow in his hand could be fired, he was knocked on the head by Zhao Wu'an, picked up his body and threw it out of the window.

The abbot, who was sitting in the middle of the Spring and Summer Tower, opened his eyes and looked at the man in white who suddenly broke in very suspiciously.

"Excuse me, I'm a layman, I'm from Jiuda Temple. Zhao Wu'an hastily finished the introduction, mobilized all his strength, and stared at the door with full attention.

Where will the last hand come from? The middle-aged man's voice, he hadn't heard it. Zhao Wu'an has been extremely sensitive to people's voices since he was a child, especially the voices of these people, as long as he hears them once, he will remember them for the rest of his life.

But that was a long time ago, and the man pretended to be a merchant and led the family to the temple of Kojuda. It looked like a group of harmonious people, and I wanted to ask for a lot of money for all the family members, so I dispersed the family and went to each meditation room.

At that time, Zhao Wu'an was lying dead behind the door, protecting the box in his arms. In fact, even now, he couldn't hold this box together, he was still a teenager at the time, and he just struggled uselessly.

Those so-called family members checked inside and out for two whole days, and Zhao Wu'an never stepped out of the door in the two days, and he didn't enter the rice. Uncle Shi came to greet him, but Zhao Wuan was just perfunctory.

He knew why he was able to stand in the Spring and Summer Tower now, which was bought by countless people with their lives.

He has not relaxed his martial arts for a day, and now he has entered the realm of the third grade, and reaching the third grade at his age is not unprecedented, and Zhao Wu'an's talent is not amazing. But he knew that one day he would have to use his sword to destroy all his enemies.

And this day is actually long overdue, he just hasn't been ready for it.

Footsteps.

The middle-aged man appeared under the mulberry tree, and in front of him stood four assassins who had been taught a lesson by Zhao Wu'an.

The moment Zhao Wu'an saw his face, he recalled what he had seen and heard in his mind: "Xie Wushou?"

Suddenly, a huge force attacked behind him, and a palm slapped on the Shendao acupoint, Zhao Wu'an's body immediately moved forward, flew out of the Spring and Summer Tower, and a mouthful of blood vomited wildly, staining the ring wall of the Spring and Summer Tower.

The abbot of the twilight folded his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Amitabha." ”

Zhao Wu'an looked back in disbelief.

The middle-aged man sneered: "How confident are Your Excellency, that you will trust a person you have never met? Could it be that you are so naïve to think that people in Buddhism are all kind-hearted and ruthless?"

The empty door is not empty.

Zhao Wu'an had already experienced this, but he never thought that the abbot of a Buddhist temple in the mountains would also be a person in this organization.

The man named Xie Yan in front of him is one of the top ten players in the Great Song Dynasty chess arena today, and it is rumored that he only needs to play the first five hands to determine the final game, known as Xie Wushou. Xie Yan went to Beijing to participate in the chess meeting that year, and the whole world was publicizing, and Zhao Wu'an had also seen the portrait of this person in the temple.

Now he only used five hands, and he let Zhao Wu'an eat a solid palm.

"If I'm not mistaken, you can hang your sword in the air. Xie Yan's voice was cold, making people very uncomfortable, "On the rivers and lakes of the Great Song Dynasty, how many people can control the sword and hang in the air? ”

"But if you're really that strong, you won't be spit blood from the slap just now. Controlling the sword is indeed a secret method, and those swordsmen practice diligently, but if they are given another hundred years, they may not be able to comprehend this technique. You are so young and so skilled in sword control that you must have inherited it. But Cheng Ye Xiao He defeated Xiao He, and it is precisely because of this inheritance that although you have a high grade, you have plunged into the sword path, and you can't see more useful martial arts. When it comes to fighting with real knives and guns, you can say that you are not as good as a four-grade master. ”

Xie Yan walked five steps in front of Zhao Wu'an, stopped, and said in a joking tone: "Is it a loss? In order to practice this sword control with an empty shelf, you have wasted your chance to become famous." With your cultivation in martial arts, even if you only have five grades now, you should not be underestimated in the future. Why bother practicing swords?"

Zhao Wu'an propped himself up and tightened the back rope of the sword box with one hand. Because of the sudden slap, Zhao Wu'an's face was very bad, and his teeth were scarlet. Rao is so, he still said lightly: "Receiving the grace of the deceased and adhering to the will of the deceased, I don't think there is anything wrong with it." ”

Xie Yan squatted down so that he could look at him, and said bluntly: "Hand over the pulsatilla, cut off your right arm, and I will spare you and the little girl's life." ”

"I'm sorry. ”

Xie Yan was stunned.

"These two conditions, including Sang Yu's life. Zhao Wu'an supported the ground with his left leg, gritted his teeth and straightened up, and raised his left hand lightly, "I won't let any of them." ”

Xie Yan stepped back abruptly and said angrily, "Give it to me!"

The abbot's robe moved, his feet did not move, but his body was approaching Zhao Wu'an at great speed. The four black-clothed assassins in front of him also jumped forward and surrounded Zhao Wu'an.

Zhao Wu'an opened his mouth and called softly: "Picking mulberries, magpie stepping on branches, Su curtain cover, poppy beauty, Bodhisattva barbarian." ”

The five swords came out of the box, and the sword intent surrounded the body.

Zhao Wu'an glanced at Xie Yan, who was still smiling at himself, and said unexpectedly: "I think, with your complete plan, you should have already sent someone to kill Sangyu." I'm really sorry that your organization has another corpse. ”

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On the eaves, No. 11, who was biting a short knife in his mouth, saw that the little girl in the coat was about to finish drinking a bucket of porridge, and he was excited and a little helpless.

Although as an assassin, the importance of the heart of stone is second only to the skill of killing, but the number 11 is still reluctant to slash such a flower-like girl. Since it is not possible to talk about pity and cherishing jade, No. 11 thinks that it is better to find an opportunity to kill with a knife, so as to save this beauty pain.

What's more, this time the mission is simple, but the reward is good. The boss has already agreed, as long as this mission is successful, the 11th C-word can be drawn to the B-shaped group, which is really a sparrow on the tree to become a phoenix. The seniors of A and B no longer need to listen to the assignment of the organization, they can decide whether to accept the task by themselves, and they can also unilaterally contact the employer.

Thinking of this, C-11 made up his mind. it, it's a job once and for all!

No. 11 jumped off the beam, almost silent. Dailou Sangyu was still drinking the porridge intently, not noticing the abnormality behind it.

No. 11 took off the short knife in his mouth and moved forward slowly, still without any sound. Seeing that he was already approaching Dailou Sangyu, he was about to raise the knife in his hand, when suddenly there was a pain in his foot.

When I looked down, I saw that a spider the size of a fist came at some point, biting the upper of his shoe fiercely, biting the cloth shoe and biting his thumb.

Are spiders so powerful these days? C11 frowned, ready to quietly sweep away the spider. When he leaned down, he was a little surprised and stunned.

The whole body, especially the bitten left leg, seems to be ...... Can't move.

How so?

C11 was surprised when he saw a centipede as thick as a whip crawl out of the crack of a green brick next to him, crawling up his legs. C-word Eleven's eyes widened, trying to shake off the centipede, but he found that his right leg couldn't move.

At this time, the girl who had been only caring about eating finally turned around, and there was no surprise in her eyes, but only a little regret, smacking her lips, as if she was reminiscing about the porridge just now, and asked:

"Didn't they tell you that I was five feet all over my body and full of poisonous insects?"

C-11 opened his mouth, but found that his vocal cords were broken and he couldn't even scream.

The ordinary green bricks suddenly became terrifying, and countless unknown insects turned out of the bricks and jumped on the body of No. 11 one after another.

Miao Jiang refining Gu, nine insects are one poison, nine poisons are one kui, and nine kui are one gu. Every nine Gu, Dailou Sang Yu chose one of them and swallowed it in his stomach.

The girl who had been thrown into the trap full of Gu worms countless times and accepted the devouring of hundreds of insects looked indifferently at the assassin codenamed C-word Eleven, devoured by layers of poisonous insects.