Building The Ultimate Fantasy

"There are assassins!"

At the moment when Yinmang appeared, Lu Changkong, who had just broken through the second stage of Qidan, reacted.

The splendid clothes on his body swelled and burst into applause.

The pig-killing knife in Nie Changqing's hand has been withdrawn and is spinning at high speed in the air.

Ning Zhao's white skirt flopped, her body leaped forward, blocking Lu Fan's body, even Ni Yu, who vomited to weakness, held a chessboard with a fierce look.

The atmosphere instantly became daggered, as if murderousness filled the air.

"roll!"

Lu Changkong growled.

At this sound, he wrapped his aura, making the sound as if the Hong Zhong burst.

Want to stop the assassin from shocking.

...

Mo Liuqi is a professional assassin.

However, he actually doesn't like assassination.

He hates the smell of blood. However, people are in the rivers and lakes, unable to help themselves.

Moreover, the Mohists trained him to become the second assassin in the world, not for him to eat idle meals.

Moreover, this time the task was given to him by the woman himself, and he could not refuse it.

The master who taught him the technique of assassination once said that as an assassin, one cannot have feelings.

Because feelings will make things wrong, he will soften his heart.

But Mo Liuqi can't do it, so he is the second in the world and will never be the first in the world.

He is not an emotional assassin. He has feelings, even more fierce than ordinary people. He silently likes a woman. He suppresses his own love, making his feelings more and more like a volcano that has accumulated hundreds of millions of years.

He did not want to take the task this time, nor did he dare to take it.

Assassination of Great Zhou State Master, Confucian Confucius, a terrible existence with the strength of all the children...

The first paralyzed face in the world didn't dare to take it. Why did he dare to take this second in the world?

However, he couldn't refuse when the woman found him.

He was prepared to refuse to speak, and finally turned into a soft word, "OK".

So he came.

He was ready to go back.

He doesn't like Beiluo City because this city is very evil.

However, even though he didn't like it, the city would become his burial ground.

His life, even to death, is involuntary.

Mo Liuqi thought a lot on the donkey cart.

He bought a cheap pearl hairpin from a roadside stall, and carved the woman's name on the pearl hairpin with scissors.

If he could walk out of the city alive, he must give this pearl to her personally.

...

Nie Changqing held the pig-killing knife and exploded with six sounds.

Eyes are as if torch.

The pig-killing knife lifted up, and there was an invisible knife gas lingering around his body, and aura came out of the Qi Dan, surrounding him.

Lu Changkong's second-stage Qidan, with his temples flying, and his combat strength is not weak.

Both are in front of the assassin.

At the moment the silver scissors appeared, a name appeared in their hearts.

The world's second assassin, silver cut ink six or seven.

The Soul Cutter is shadowless, and the blood-killing line is missing!

This is the world's evaluation of him, the technique of assassination, second only to the world's first assassin, Mo Yichen.

The speed of Mo Liu Qi is too fast.

Pretending to be a civilian driver, pretending to fall to the ground unexpectedly, but suddenly burst out.

This is a premeditated assassination.

There is no body explosion abnormal sound of the master warrior.

The assassin wanted silence.

Mo Liuqi's face was indifferent, and the national teacher with white hair was locked in his eyes.

His speed is too fast.

Suddenly approached Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing.

Ding Ding!

Two crisp sounds.

The silver scissors clicked on Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife, causing him to stagnate.

Wait for Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing to recover.

Mo Liuqi had passed their bodies like a shadow.

This assassin's lightness is a haunt.

Luo Yue trembled.

He burst into applause, glared at him, his first-class military commander's momentum was exerted to the extreme, he stood with his sword on his side, and wanted to draw his sword out.

however.

Mo Liuqi hair fluttered, his face cold and calm.

His torso turned sideways, and his toes were on Luo Yue's hand, so that he pulled out half of the knife and was stepped back again.

Mo Liuqi did not kill any unrelated people.

He is not the same as a murderous face, he only kills the target, not the target, he does not kill.

Luo Yue stumbled back and took two steps, his face pale.

Looking at Mo Liuqi like a fish, brushing his body, he was terrified.

If Mo Liuqi wanted to kill him, as long as the silver scissors just wiped his neck, he would die.

The national teacher was gray-haired and his eyes were cloudy.

In the face of Mo Liuqi's assassination, he was calm.

He had expected it.

It is difficult to find Emperor Jing, how could the Mo family miss this opportunity.

"Peace, be careful."

A dignified expression appeared on the old face of Guo Shi.

He was afraid of spreading to Lu Fan.

The Mojia assassin is unparalleled in the world.

It's not that the waves get a reputation.

boom!

The robe surging on the master's body swelled slightly.

There was awe at the top of his head, coming together.

Mouthless, the horrible horror is gasifying into coercion to suppress the assassin.

Lu Fan was sitting in a wheelchair, holding his chin, and his face was light like water, while the other hand was caressing on a thin wool blanket.

The powerful sons of the children...Is it possible to assassinate?

Don't look at the weak state of the teacher, but the blood is weak.

but……

The national teacher took a sigh of anger, but he could drink a thousand troops.

Ok?

suddenly.

Lu Fanmei raised it, slightly surprised.

...

Mo Liuqi's complexion is as thick as water.

This task is really hell difficulty...

Confucianism is awe-inspiring.

So strong!very scary!

The tremendous pressure made him lose the courage to wave scissors towards the master of the country, and even pressed him, he couldn't help but kneel down.

All children!

Mo Liuqi took a deep breath.

At the next moment, there was a flash of determination in the eyes.

The body fell to the ground, and the scissors were raised high.

Sticking on his thigh, tearing a bloody wound, the tingling sensation made the fear in my mind temporarily disappear.

After getting rid of the oppressive oppression, he once again followed his teeth, clenching his teeth, and the navy blue robe was blown and pressed against his body.

He was close to the national teacher.

Five steps, four steps, three steps...

He even saw clearly the smiling face of the teenager with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair.

However, Mo Liuqi does not care, in his eyes, only the mission goal.

Guoshi robe fluttering, palms pushed forward.

Boom!

Mo Liuqi's complexion changed suddenly, his pupils squeezed, and the whole person seemed to hit a wall, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.

A low roar came from Mo Liuqi's mouth.

The silver scissors in his hands were thrown by him.

The silver scissors were also stained with blood, and the blood beads were scattered in the air.

Scissors rotate at high speed, enveloping the great force, and approaching the teacher's face.

However, the master of the state slightly turned his head, the scissors were against the cheek of the state of the master, and he passed by a few centimeters...

Lu Fan looked at this scene, and Mei Yu frowned slightly.

A black spot was caught in the chess box.

Mo Liuqi looked at the scissor scissors, his face covered with blood, his mouth slightly grinning.

Not disappointed, but relieved.

"Azhu, I didn't let you down."

Mo Liuqi murmured.

next moment.

His five fingers formed into claws, and his face was awkward.

The flying scissors actually froze in the air, spinning at high speed, and with a sound of breaking through the sky, returned to the back of the national teacher's back!

The silver scissors are getting closer and closer to the back of the national teacher.

Two inches, one inch, half inch...

The state teacher's body is also stiff, with a breath of death, covering his whole body.

suddenly.

Mo Liuqi's face froze.

Ding!

With a clear voice, lingering.

Silver scissors flying backwards...was stopped.

Mo Liuqi saw that the tip of the silver scissors was only half an inch away from the back of the master, but was resisted by a floating black pawn.

That half an inch, close to the horizon.

Mo Liuqi glared, turned his eyes, and landed on the side of the national teacher, the wheelchair-red boy with red teeth.

I saw the teenager looked at him unexpectedly.

"It's kind of interesting, can you actually figure out the method of "Yi Yi Yu Dao"?"

"It's a good seedling."

"excellent."

The young man raised his lips, appreciatively, and said lightly.

Words fall.

Mo Liuqi saw an invisible air flow around the teenager's wheelchair and raised his hand towards him, patting him at a long distance.

boom!

Mo Liuqi felt that his eyes were about to burst out of his orbits and his bile spit out.

The body is lying on the ground, the ground smashed and cracked, and the cracks continued to spread.

The five bodies are thrown into the ground and cannot move!

Terror and coercion are like mountains. They are more domineering and oppressive than the Confucianism of the state teachers.

Invisible coercion, the most deadly.

"Azhu, I failed, I met a monster..."

Mo Liuqi is very sad.

In my mind, there was only time to come up with this idea.

He passed out completely.