Chapter 676 Assassin

Fang Yiyuan smiled and said, "Look at the little doll, your body method should be from the Moon Mountain Villa, right? I had a relationship with Lord Liu Zhuang. I heard him say that as long as the price is five times, I can ask the killer of Guizhuang to give up the business. Little doll, what's the price of your trip?

The assassin was slightly stunned: "It seems that you know a lot about our villa." He sighed, "It's a pity that this time it's different. This business has been taken care of by the owner himself, and I must complete it with all my heart. So..."

Fang Yiyuan lifted the hat, showed a pair of deep eyes, raised his left hand to make a false lead, and said loudly, "You can go back and report my name to the owner of Liu Zhuang, and you can have an explanation."

The assassin shook his head.

Fang Yiyuan's eyes were cold and said softly, "I'm sorry..." Frost poured out.

The assassin laughed, raised his hand and throwing a cold light, and his body flew back. The harsh sound of breaking the air came to his ears. He waved the dagger casually, and an ice arrow fell in response, but the powerful force from the arrow made his footsteps tremble. The gray swordsman, who had been waiting for a long time, took the opportunity to rush up, and the dancing sharpness made him tremble.

The two shook their bodies and fought together,

Although the martial arts skills of the gray swordsman are extraordinary, he can't take down the assassin for a while. The two fought intimately, which made Fang Yiyuan unreached to cast spells to cause an effective blow.

As an agile master, his combat power is still above the gray swordsman. However, he was not good at war of attrition. Seeing that a round of outbreak did not hurt the gray swordsman, he withdrew and retreated.

The gray swordsman deliberately let him run away a few steps, and then chased after him from behind. The swordsman is not good at fighting, but when he pulls away three feet away, his sharp sword spirit makes the assassin timid.

Fang Yiyuan took the opportunity to create an ice wall to stop the assassin from going.

The assassin had to turn around to meet the enemy.

The gray swordsman was in full force and picked up the assassin's vest, but saw a sneer on half of his face. His heart trembled, and he saw the other party's dagger swing to half and suddenly turn, as fast as if it had disappeared into the air.

Is it gone?

The swordsman in gray snorted and suddenly twisted his body.

The dagger brought up a piece of sleeves, and the assassin's figure passed him and crossed the overturned carriage to the distance.

The gray swordsman did not dare to chase him. He had not woken up from the shock of the blow just now.

He remembered the name of a horror killer more than ten years ago: "Ding Lun!"

Ding Lun has a unique skill: evil wind!

As soon as the evil wind came out, the butcher drank blood, claiming that he never made a mistake. Lu Tianqing, the head of Guiyun Pavilion 12 years ago, died under this move.

Was that really an evil wind just now?

The gray swordsman gradually came to his senses. No, that's not an evil wind. My cultivation is not as good as Lu Tianqing in those years, and the evil wind should never fail!

The assassin suspected of Ding Lun by the gray swordsman was now buried in his head and running wildly.

'The holy monk asked me to go back. Don't you want the scriptures?'

The wind roared in his ear, and he enjoyed the pleasure of speed. At this time, there was suddenly a panic from the bottom of his heart for no reason, which made his heart tighten fiercely in an instant.

Does the white-haired boy still arrange his backhands?

He only had time to raise the dagger and saw a figure appear in front of him out of thin air, followed by the unparalleled sword spirit tearing the sky. The harsh frost shook the dagger with an irresistible force and penetrated his body fiercely.

The blood flowers splashed, and the body of the visitor instantly turned into a virtual shadow and appeared more than ten meters away.

The assassin did not see what the attacker looked like until he lost consciousness.

After Qin Yan stood down, he glanced at the assassin who did not know life and death, and waved more than ten swords to the east in one breath.

The sword spirit crossed more than ten feet of the street, burst through the rubble of the house, and hit a huge six-petal lotus in a deafening roar.

"hong hong hong——"

The smoke is permeated, the mountains are shaking, the courtyard walls collapse, and countless houses and shops have been affected. Waves of sword spirit condensed and shot endlessly, and there were tens of thousands of attacks in a blink of an eye.

The six-petal lotus platform shines in the smoke and dust, with ripples on the golden petals, and the base trembles slightly, but it has never been destroyed.

The solemn and magnificent chanting sounded from the lotus platform. The Buddha's light is getting more and more brilliant.

Seeing that the sword spirit at his fingertips was ineffective, Qin Yan let out a long moan and choked out the Qingming sword and was ready to release.

However, he was not sure whether he could reproduce the "two-piece open-sky style" of the day. On that day, he borrowed a sword from everyone, gathered a group of heroes and believed in one, and gave up his life secrets. He was no less than the current realm after practicing Hongmeng Danjuan, but he still felt very reluctant when he used that move to "open the sky".

I'm afraid it will be more reluctant now, and may even counterattack halfway.

Do you want to fight?

In fact, when this question mark comes to mind, I have lost the determination to sink the boat, and the possibility of this move is very small.

Yamole's voice came from the golden lotus: "Amitabha, why is Tan Yue so bitter!"

Qin Yan said in a low voice, "You should ask yourself this, right?" The monk is so persistent, what kind of Buddha, what kind of mantra!"

Yamole shouted another Buddha's name and said, "The three worlds are not safe, just like a fire house. If the crowd is full, it is very scary. If the poor monk wants to build a pure land and universally spend all sentient beings in the world, he needs to borrow Tanyue's "Immortal Law" and "Danjuan" to ask Tanyue to give alms!"

Qin Yan sneered: " Monk, you are so greedy that you will go to hell after death."

Jemor said, "If you can universalise all sentient beings, even if the poor monks do not become Buddhas, they will have nothing to regret."

"What a great! However, I really can't tell from the sharpness of your killing!"

"Buddha crossed all sentient beings, and should strive for the day, and can't be enlightened by compassion..." Yemole said here for a moment, "Tan Yue, look who is behind you?"

Qin Yan's heart moved and did not look back, but he knew that there was indeed someone behind him.

is the short dwarf who wields an iron rod and is not bad in the underground palace!

The dwarf was stained with the spirit of Buddhism and deceived Qin Yan to such a close distance behind him. However, the dwarf did not take the opportunity to attack Qin Yan, but picked up the dying assassin in the pool of blood.

Qin Yan couldn't help laughing: "He was pierced by my sword and destroyed all eight veins. Can you save him?"

Jemor replied, "Even if he can't be saved, let him rest in peace."

"It's really compassionate..." Qin Yan said, moving back quickly and turned into a streamer and disappeared behind the wall.

After the dwarf appeared, he began to suspect that Wan Liufeng and Bi Xuan were also nearby. He was worried about the safety of Yu Hanyan and couldn't take care of entanglement with Yamole and immediately retreated.

Back to the inn, the three women were safe and sound. Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said to them, "We will leave here immediately!"