Heaven Awakening Path

Though millions of people go to the past.

These are the heroes that Maureen wanted when she was young and ignorant. When he figured out what their blood was like, he threw Homai out of the clouds. But he was still an assassin, and what he really wanted to be was the kind of bloodbath and grand march that would kill him every step of the way. So he brought his life a little closer to this atmosphere.

But blood problems persist. Even if the Horseman you want is close by, it's still out of reach for Maureen. Killer one sword blue can walk through the world one green bamboo, where everyone is talking about his danger and horror. But where's Maureen? But he can only hide in the least visible place forever, and only when he is not in everyone's eyes can he have a chance.

In fact, in the world of killers, a sword is heresy. Maureen's actions and style are in the eyes of her predecessors, and she will receive a heartfelt admiration of the rear waves of the Yangtze River pushing forward.

But none of this would make Maureen proud, because he had no feelings about the business, the scenery he wanted to lead, and he felt he would never have a chance in his life. He never thought he would have such a day, facing so many fierce enemies, he stood up straight.

He's kind of sorry. I'm finally going to make a big move, but how come this is a cold place where birds don't shit? There's a bunch of nasty kids around who don't know shit.

“Take care of Lupin.” After a cool toss at the teenagers, Maureen walked forward and immediately earned the respect of all the teenagers.

“Brother!” They used to call it Lupin, now Maureen. The word "big brother" seems to be the way they admire other people's names, but it won't be given to anyone alone.

“Brother, hurry up!” Maureen turned back indissolubly and called his brother. Lupin was closing his eyes to conserve God. He seemed to have heard this urge and nodded his head.

The enemy came so fast.

Four on the northeast side, above this snowy field, like a long wind sweeping the sea, very fast, thought to be the first wave into the attack distance.

Six came in the northwest direction, but each had its own rhythm. Two of these steps were strong, possibly reinforcement fixers, and the other four were temporarily unknown.

The largest number of people, and the most ruled law, came directly from the north. This is a style that colleges and faculties have never had, and even the respective institutions of the three empires have difficulty in training their practitioners to be so rigorous. This is usually the law of junior practitioners in the military, but the worst fears of these coming in front of us are the triumph, right?

Beyond that, a significant number of enemies did not rush directly, spreading them out to the maximum extent possible, apparently in order to form a siege so that none of them could escape.

But none of this is the most terrifying. The biggest threat is the shadow of those two bodies flying directly off the iceberg. They were the first to start, and then everyone was actually following them both.

But... I don't believe you two are going to take the lead.

Maureen watched each other's scheduling. To be honest, he rarely has this experience, and usually he rubs his eyes around the target at some angle. Face it right now, the information comes quickly and completely, which is kind of painful. This gave him a quick judgement: the two men came quickly and fiercely, but it was a gesture, a signal to his men, not a real pioneer.

So Maureen turned slightly towards the northeast, the first four people in his judgment. They won't be the main offense either, they should do some probing first. So if you give them a tough situation, the opponent might have to adjust his strategy again. Isn't that how time is bought?

The determined Maureen also acted decisively, though powerless, but with a gradual pace, slowly and with the wind. Not as fast as those four, not as powerful as they are. But this is the not too slow idle courtroom gait, in this situation it is particularly different, immediately attracting the attention of all. The two fierce figures in the middle of the sky immediately hesitated.

“Who's that?” Nie Jean glanced at Yu Festival and said.

“Not Lupin, is it?” The rest of the sacrifice only cares about that. It is true that this person does not look like Lupin, but in the world of the repairman, these are not the only criteria to test a person's identity. The only thing that's really hard to change about a fixer is his temperament, but Lupin's temperament has a soul-locking repression, and he needs to spend a lot of time on his own, but others want to perceive his temperament but can't pass through this customization.

So this guy...

Niejean and the rest of the sacrifice consciously looked back at the iceberg, and Lin Baiying still stood there, but gave no new instructions.

The two men dared not move lightly, but the four fixers in the northeastern direction turned their eyes on Maureen. Niejean and the rest of the sacrifice stared at this side, waiting for the four men to explore the deep shallow first, but did not want to be the pre-emptive Maureen in such a triggering situation.

“Don't move.” Maureen waved a finger, all four were rushing aside, but they didn't have the power to generate anything. Even Maureen shouted the words a little louder. In this vast snowy field, the wind was hardly as loud as it sounded. If the fixer hadn't overheard, the sound would have been impenetrable.

“What did he say?” All four heard clearly, but some were a little bit unable to believe what they were hearing.

“Seems like we should all stay put. ”

“Who is this man? ”

“The ghost knows. ”

Four people didn't think it natural to say it, but their feet slowed down, then looked at their leader, and found that Nie Jean and the rest of the sacrifice had slowly fallen from the sky and were watching them as well.

“I don't really like killing people. So I hope you don't make me do it.” Maureen started his show. His tone was not as arrogant as that of many masters, and the words revealed a fatigue and a weariness. But this emotion doesn't match the face of his teenager, who's less than twenty years old. Even if it is frozen in bitter cold places, this natural wind cream is only a physical attack. The “wind cream” in the wind cream is heartwarming, after all it is two things.

“Kid, is that how your adult teaches you to talk?” The four people across the street laughed at each other, and the conversation was full of surprises. But the guard at heart is perfect. If age represented everything, they would have killed the road hammer and cautiously chased it all the way here?

The four broke loose and sieged Maureen. Maureen stood in the middle of it, not fluctuating, but joyful in her heart. The attention of the enemy was on his side at this time, and the siege of Road Ping and the teenagers was merely opened, but the attack did not begin. That's enough. All he wants is time. Just get the road level back. Is there a siege or not? Is that a problem?

With this in mind, Maureen's face had a few inner calms, and he was about to say something more. One of the four people who was scattering in front of him suddenly waved his hand, and a dark device burst into his face.