Chapter 41 What is Assassin

"Sister Muyan, don't underestimate the southern thorn. You know, even if the cold-faced swordsman swordsman comes, it may not be able to stop it, the southern thorn." The butterfly dance smiled softly.

"Big boss, they are talking about you, too." Dugu picked flowers and smiled.

"Don't waste your true energy." The swordsman preached thousands of miles.

"Brother Jian, when do we have to wait until we go?" It was Menghua Xianping who said this sentence.

The sword clan does not reply, but with the perception of true qi, the sword clan can feel Thomas. Yang has been changing his position. He doesn't know what he is going to do? Killing people? Capture the jade? Regardless of Thomas. Whatever Yang wants to do, his goal will be to lose to the public.

The roof is still messy, and the broken swords are fighting with the miscellaneous martial arts sects. The roof was in chaos, full of broken bricks and tiles, and a good Zen temple became such chaos. I don't know what's going on with those bald donkeys in the Zen Academy. They are all beaten like this, but I haven't seen the rest of the bald donkeys coming out at the scene.

There are pieces of shouting on the roof, and there are many people who can't bear to fall from the roof. Purple Sword Wuya and Different View Dust. The two gang bosses specially took this residue. However, the masters present were indeed silent, with four fingers at the tip of the knife, forming a phalanx to protect the loser in the middle.

Dugu Caihua looked at everything in front of him impatiently: " boss, when will the fight start?"

The swordsman did not reply. Instead of wasting his true energy to chat with Dugu, it was better to focus on Thomas. Yang's body. The four-way array, guarding its east, west, north and south, then Thomas. Yang will sneak up from somewhere and carefully release his true spirit. There are four people on the ninth floor of the scene, Thomas. No matter which one Yang chooses, he is not an opponent. He can only kill quickly or grab the jade quickly.

Countless cold lights flew by, and the roof was really not very fierce. The sword clan cursed secretly, if it hadn't been for the sound of this extremely chaotic sword fight, Thomas. Yang will not shift his position so quickly. With the four nine-level masters at the scene, as long as he releases the true consciousness, he may also be able to detect a trace.

According to the experience of many swordsmen, this Thomas. Yang Hui has a martial art similar to concealment. It is this extreme perverted martial arts that can make Thomas forcibly hide his breath. This martial art is many times more than the invisibility of the Yi people.

The battle on the roof of a ray of incense is almost coming to an end. The public lost superior looked at the body on the ground with pity: "How about the cost of the strange master, the purple sword door master, the disability of the two faction, all from the Zen sect?"

Yi Jianchen and Zi Jian Wuya shook their heads: "Shangren, forget it. We are all middle-aged people who see the road to see unevenness, draw knives to help each other, and insert knives in both ribs.

Butterfly Dance glanced disdainfully at the loser: "I'm going to hang up, and I'm still thinking about others."

"Butterfly dance, you'd better speak politely. Zen is dedicated to kindness. You'd better accumulate some virtue." Muyan said goodbye to her exclaimed.

"Be careful, maybe while you are talking, Thomas. Yang is by your side. Longyang Canjun said worriedly.

Jian Xiao smiled bitterly: "Long Yangjun, you really got it." When Jian Xiao said this, the other three looked at Jian Xiao. There was nothing in the dark, and they could see anything except the sword that fell to the ground. All three looked at the sword flute doubtfully.

A long saber in Jian Xiao's hand swept across, and a knife wind was released from the saber. With a tink, a spark splashed in the dark. Obviously, there were weapons hidden in the darkness. That's not good. The three martial arts masters, Longyang Canjun, Muyan Farewell My Concubine and Butterfly Dance, flew out of the spot, and the three figures directly killed the place where the sparks were splashed. At the same time, the three figures flew vigorously and hit that place directly.

There are only three gullies on the ground, and there are no Thomas or Yang. However, the sword flute had just hit a weapon. The three people in butterfly dance looked at Jian Xiao with doubtful eyes. Unexpectedly, the sword flute knife directly drew a semicircle in place and split the superiors with a knife.

The three people in the butterfly dance were stunned, and even the loser stayed there. The sword flute was extremely fast, and the male loser was too late to react. The knife wind had scratched the ear of the male loser and directly hit the back of the male loser. Under the light, there was another sound of sword fighting. This time, with the candlelight, the butterfly clothes also saw clearly, and a black saber flashed in the candlelight.

Dugu Caihua looked at everything in front of him in consternment: " boss, is that?"

"It's very similar to concealment."

The three figures flew directly around the loser. Longyang Canjun said respectfully, "Jian Xiao, thank you."

Jian Xiao's long knife crossed: "Don't just look at it, come down and help."

"Your Highness, pick flowers, let's go down."

The three figures on the beam flew down. Longyang Canjun looked at the three young men in front of him and scolded, "Okay, where are you three guys hiding?" Before Longyang Canjun finished his words, a white shadow flew by, and the white shadow rotated quickly in the air like a propeller, and Lian Nian did not feel the energy ejected from the white shadow.

Ding, Ding, Ding. The vigorous and rapid attack of the blade. The sword clan was as fast as lightning. The 72 serial fingers were fired from between the fingers like free (of course, it is indeed free). In a few breaths, the sword clan shot more than 200 fingers all the way to the gate of the courtyard. The sound of Ding and Ding disappeared, and the sword clan also stopped.

The momentum came to an end, and the sword clan fell to the ground and breathed a sigh of relief: "He's gone."

Longyang Canjun and the three of them watched the swordsman perform and had not recovered. One by one, it will be there. It's not much better to lose. Longyang Canjun first woke up from the shock: "The virtuous nephew of the sword clan really pushed the waves behind the river."

A proud smile on Jian Xiao's face: "That's natural, that is, Mo Villa."

"It seems that you are not the direct line of Jimo Villa." Muyan said goodbye to her with a long sword and smiled.

Jian Xiao's face turned red: "Is there any difference? At least my surname is not Jian.

The butterfly dance looked at the swordsman charmingly: "You three guys, how long have you been hiding there? It's not true yet."

Longyang Canjun shook his head: "At least these three guys are not here to steal jade, but ten times better than that mixed-race."

With a "ding", a long knife looked at the head of the boss. The sword clan and the sword flute were shocked. The black knife just hit the bald head of the boss. There was only a knife under the light, and there was no one. Nine figures flew to the boss at the same time.

Menghua Xianping did not lag behind. He pulled out his long sword and split it behind the loser: "I didn't expect it, Thomas. Yang is back again. Menghua Xianping and the sword clan are very fast, and the sword spirit, knife wind and finger strength are naturally not slow.

But as if the knife was faster, the black sabre pulled away like lightning and disappeared into the air. The public lost superiors fell behind him, and all kinds of true gas cut countless pieces of the things in the three arms behind the superior. The sword flute is the fastest. His right-hand saber split quickly, and his left hand grabs the pulse of the public loser. He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Zen Buddhism is Zen Buddhism. Decades of hard practice are really strong.

Everyone flew around the superiors. Some looked for the black knife, and some looked at the superiors. There was no trace on the bare head. The Zen sect was really awesome. Obviously, when the black knife attacked the superiors, the superiors had transported the unique "turtle back defense" of the Zen sect and condensed the true spirit for a lifetime. Only above his head did he avoid a murder.

The swordsman looked around on guard, and so did the sword flute: "This time Thomas. Has Yang left yet?

"It's hard to say." The swordsman put his two fingers on his chest and was ready to take action at any time.

Longyang Canjun sighed helplessly: "Are we old? Even an assassin can't stop it."

Jian Xiao shook his head: "If we are old, won't the sword owner of Jimo Villa be older?" After saying that, Jian Xiao turned his head to the swordsman: "When are you going back to visit the clan?"

"I don't plan to do that."

Jian Xiao didn't say anything more, and the butterfly dance here casually cut a few swords at the air: "Jianxian nephew, this Thomas. What kind of martial arts did Yang learn? Five nine-level masters of Shuntianjing can't even notice this person when they disperse their true qi.

"I think I can at least do a martial art similar to concealment." The loser said.

The knife in Longyang Canjun's hand flew past the yard: "This martial arts is really evil. There are only weapons when killing people, and even people don't need to appear. If it hadn't been for the emperor's decades of hard practice, the master would have gone to see the Zen ancestor Sakyamuni (the ancestor of Zen sect: Sakyamuni)

"My ancestors are compassionate, and God is very pitiful."

"The martial arts skills of the boss's bald donkey are really awesome."

The sword clan glanced at Dugu Caihua: "What do you want to say?"

"I also want to learn this martial arts." Dugu Caihua shook the hand of the sword clan: "Why don't you teach me the art of immortality? You can teach me instantane, and teach me how tortoise back defense'."

"Jimo Villa really does not lack this kind of martial arts, but this kind of martial arts requires a child's body to practice. Can you stand it?" The swordsman said quietly. Menghua Xianping listened and laughed desperately. In fact, when they finished saying this, the swordsman also wanted to laugh, but at this time, everyone was present and kept it in their hearts.

Dugu rolled his eyes and said, "Don't you hit me, boss?"

"Brother Jian didn't want to hit you, but it seems that someone wants to hit you." Menghua Xianping covered his mouth and looked behind Dugu picking flowers. Hearing this, the swordsman glanced at the back of Dugu picking flowers, and his heart was desolate. This man was really tragic.

Dugu Caihua didn't care: "Although I'm not from Jimo Villa, at least I'm from Guyue Village. There should be no fool who dares to provoke me."

"It's not a good deal" Meng Hua Xianping gave a fierce look at him.

"Two years ago, the girl on Butterfly Mountain was fun."

"I don't remember what you said. It seems that I was the 108th virgin I played with, but I like the royal sister more than the virgin." After saying that, Dugu Caihua touched a handful of saliva from the corners of his mouth with his hand.

"What about a royal sister like me?"

Dugu's eyes turned around with peach blossoms. The two peaks appeared in front of him were simply the highest peak in the mainland. A jade hand was buckled to the middle-aged person in the bra, and the jade hand was still gently broken down. Looking directly, Dugu picked flowers and left a pool of saliva happily. Looking at the heroine of Shuangfeng, her beautiful face, even if it is not a beautiful country, is the level of sinking fish and falling geese.