"You are a drunken and half-monk, so cunning! Don't think of diverting my attention in this way, so that my beauty may take the opportunity to cut me!" the flashy gentleman ruffled his hair with one hand, but the hair did not obey the call, and kept falling, covering his eyes.

Ten years of traces seized the opportunity, the dagger constantly beckoned to the flashy gentleman, and the clothes of the flashy gentleman were scratched by the ten-year trace.

The appearance of the flashy gentleman is extremely embarrassing.

"You didn't do anything wrong, what are you afraid of?" The drunken monk pointed to the flashy gentleman and laughed loudly.

The flashy gentleman didn't care to answer.

Ten years of traces wandering around the vanity gentleman, daggers attacking continuously, the vanity gentleman now looks like a beggar, his hair is scattered, his clothes can't find a piece of intact place, and his body is bloodstained.

"There is a god three feet above your head!" A drunken and half-monk shouted at the flashy gentleman, "Do you think that so many women's wronged souls will let you go? Flashy gentleman, your time of death is coming, quickly kneel down and confess to the wronged souls around you! These wronged souls are now asking for your life! Amitabha, if you don't realize at this time, when will you wait?"

Seven looked at the half-drunk monk in awe.

A drunken and half-monk constantly shook and frightened the flashy gentleman.

The flashy gentleman covered his ears with one hand, and this time he was at a disadvantage, and there were more and more blood marks on his body.

"Two, you're our number two killer, how did you do that?" shouted Black and White.

When the flashy gentleman heard this, his figure suddenly rolled in the air continuously, turning into the group of killers.

Ten years of trails did not catch up.

There was a sudden scream during the battle, and it turned out that Tao Xinmo tore the clothes on No. 3's arm, and several distinct claw marks on No. 3's arm dived deep into the flesh.

The arm was white and slender, not at all like a man's arm.

This woman has been fighting for a long time, and her palm technique has gradually slowed down in Tao Xinmo's crazy attack, and Tao Xinmo is enjoying the fight, exerting her claw technique with all her might.

Tao Xinmo was merciless. With a wave of his claws, he continued to grasp Three's body, and Three barely parried.

"What did you all do? You are number two and number three! You are all standing at the top of the gold medal killers, you are all role models for all killers, what happened to you today?"

I turned my head and stared at the black and white man.

Black and white gave these people a snow lotus?

The snow lotus in the northern ice field was picked by the black and white people?

Black and white are the real masters here?

What about the Beastmaster? If the Beastmaster is not in front of him, isn't the Beastmaster subdued by this man, and the Beastmaster killed by him?

A flurry of questions popped up in my head.

"Do you dare to come back?" the voice of Ten Years Trail called back to my thoughts.

I looked over the trail of ten years. The flashy gentleman reappeared, standing with a gloomy face across the Ten Years Trail.

His long hair was invisible, and in his place was a short, frizzy hair that was as messy as a chicken coop.

It turned out that he had just flipped into the group of killers and used a killer's dagger to cut off the long hair that affected his battle.

His upper body was stripped naked, and the ribs on his body were clear, purely a rib man.

His lower body was cut into shorts with a dagger.

Looking at his appearance, Han Ruxue tried to hold back a laugh next to me.

"Flashy gentleman, have you begun to repent? Do you want to be a monk and tell me, I'll shave you a little bit! What is this?"

Cold as snow finally couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.

The face of the flashy gentleman was blue and white for a while.

"Beauty, I won't show you mercy!" The flashy gentleman didn't dare to pay attention to the voice of a half-monk anymore, and stretched out the jade flute with one hand. Posing towards the trail of the decade.

"Self-inflicted!" Ten years of traces glared at him, ignoring him, "and don't look at their pus-filled appearance!"

The flashy gentleman retracted his posture in a gloomy manner, and took the initiative to rush towards the trail of ten years with the jade flute in his hand.

Ten years of trail unfolding. shook off the dagger and followed the flashy gentleman's jade flute to fight together.

The flashy gentleman has no gossip in his mouth, and he is bent on dealing with the traces of ten years.

"Dang" sounded.

The sound came from Tarzan who blocked there. Who blocked Taishan used the sky-shaking knock to fly the crescent shovel that he couldn't hold for a long time, turned around and kicked in the face of the fat monk No. 5, the fat body of the fat monk flew up from the air, spitting blood, smashed into the group of killers, and never got up again.

The tall Taishan who blocked had already taken advantage of the height, and he held the amazing earth-shaking hand, and the fat monk was able to hold up until now It was very good.

Tarzan stood there with the swaying sky, looking down on the killers with contempt. The battle between them ended first.

"With the one you lost on the eighteenth, you've lost two games now!" said to the seventh, as if chatting with a friend.

"Hmm!" Seven's attitude towards the half-drunken monk improved significantly, and he nodded at the half-drunk monk and looked at the other battles, his face cloudy.

He had already seen that the battle on the scene was completely against his side, and looked at the drunken and half-monk with appreciation.

"Seven, I'll take you a waste!" Black and White finally couldn't help it, jumped up from that side, snatched a knife from the killer next to him, and rushed towards Seven, ready to spill all the anger of Five losing the battle on Seven.

Tianhe wanted to stop it, but he didn't stop it.

No. 7 was startled, ran out of ideas, and quickly ran to the side of a half-wine monk, and shrunk his head behind a half-wine monk, "Master save me, master save me!"

"There's nothing to do, there's nothing to do! Evil is invincible!" A drunken monk stood up, patted Seven's shoulder, and stared at the black and white who rushed up.

"Hei Baizi, your opponent is me!" I suddenly got between Hei Baizi and a half-drunk monk, and unceremoniously smashed my right fist straight towards Hei Baizi's nose.

If Hei Baizi is the master who went to the northern ice field, I am afraid that I will not be able to take it after a half-wine monk.

Hei Baizi was not slow to react, his forward body was blocked, his body retreated, and the big knife slashed towards my fist.

Looking at the knife, I knew that it was just an ordinary knife, my fist did not change the force of the infusion, smashed it with all my strength, the knife bent suddenly, broke away from the hand of the black and white son, and flew into the air.

I shook my left fist in front of Hei Baizi's eyes, and kicked my right foot towards Hei Baizi's crotch

Hei Baizi was startled, jumped backwards continuously, dodged my kick, and I followed like a shadow.

"Laugh wildly, don't do it!" Tianhe shouted to me with the dagger in his hand pointing at the neck of a sword without regrets.

I paused, and Hei Baizi returned to Tianhe's side.

Tao Xinmo's scream came again, and I moved my gaze from Hei Baizi to Tao Xinmo.

Tao Xinmo's No. 3 sat on the ground at once, his hair was draped over his shoulders, his hands covered his face, his shoulders kept shaking, and there was a faint sound of crying.

Tao Xin looked blankly at the human skin mask torn off No. 3's face in his hand, at a loss, "You...... You're such a woman!"

Xiang's shoulders shook and he didn't answer.

"Don't cry, I won't beat you!" Tao Xinmo didn't expect this woman to cry, so she approached the woman with a mask.

"Give me back the mask!" the woman still covered her face.

Is this woman ugly? so unwilling to see her face?

"Okay, here you go, don't cry!" Tao Xinmo handed her the mask in his hand.

The woman covered her face with one hand and took the mask with the other. After putting the mask on, he still refused to get up, sobbing in place.

"Didn't I just arrest you a few times? Why are you crying so sadly?" Tao Xinmo squatted beside No. 3 to comfort her, "Otherwise, I'll let you catch you, and you will catch it back!"

Tao Xinmo really stretched out his arm in front of No. 3 and lifted the sleeve on his arm.

Number Three didn't look up, and his shoulders shook even more.

"Number Three, you're too angry!" Hei Baizi pointed at No. 3 from a distance with his hand, "That...... That person never let you go out on any mission, and directly made you the number three killer here, so that you can enjoy the best treatment here, and you have a chance to play today, and you still lose......"

Hei Baizi pointed to the number three, but he seemed helpless, "That's it, that's it, since that person specially confessed, I won't talk about you!"

The woman didn't seem to hear Hei Baizi at all, and still sat there covering her face and crying.

Tao Xinmo ran out of tricks, squatting beside her and didn't know what she should do.

"You've lost three games now!" said a half-drunken monk in a friendly conversation with Seven.

"Master, we can't win!" Seven, sighed next to a half-drunken monk.

"Why care about winning or losing, it's not bad to be a spectator!" a half-drunk monk chuckled, "Look, we didn't fight very well, we either cried and made trouble, or lost our lives!"

"Master, if it weren't for you, I would have ended up like them!" "Number Seven looked at the half-drunk monk in frustration, "Master, can you tell me how you managed to be so wise?"

"The heart is as clear as a mirror, and it is always the right thing!" replied, looking at the remaining three pairs of battles.

"Master, I don't know much!" said Seven, staring intently at the half-drunken monk.

"Eliminate the false and keep the true, eliminate the evil and keep the good, know yourself and observe things!" said a half-drunk monk patiently.

No. 7 pondered the words of a half-monk, and seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

"Master, please take me as an apprentice, right?" Seven suddenly knelt in front of a half-drunken monk.

"This ......" The half-drunk monk was a little surprised.

"Seven, you ......" Hei Baizi jumped up and down in anger over there, I glared at him coldly, Hei Baizi didn't dare to come over.

"Dugu Feather Scorpion's qualifications are blunt, please don't see the master outside!" No. 7 reported his name and sincerely asked for a wine and a half-monk. "I have made up my mind, please the master must accept me and let me learn from the master!"

"Are you the Dugu Feather Scorpion?" the drunken monk looked at the killer kneeling in front of him. (To be continued......)