final catastrophe

Chapter 168 119. Gentlemen, please watch me make a knife (first update - please subscribe)
Countless shining blades, daggers, and all kinds of unimaginable strange weapons protruded from the darkness.

The minions came with the wind, and the swordsmen were added in an instant.

That boy, what else can he do?

What else can he do but swing a knife?

These assassins are assassins from a strange organization.

If you don't know their way of assassins, even the saints or sects at the peak will have to suffer a lot to deal with them, and if you are not careful at the beginning, you may die.

What's more, let alone a group, like countless poisonous snakes with malicious intentions, crawled out of the hiding place one after another, and pounced on him in a hunting posture.

He is like a tiger.

But even the king of beasts will be devoured by snakes.

His figure could no longer be seen, three floors inside and three floors outside, as if buried in a tomb without seeing the light of day.

There are only circles of dull light, with killing intent, and the indescribable rush of swords and swords.

The voice gradually became dull.

Trapped beast!

Prisoner!

"Protect the little master!!" A young Wudang disciple who was worried overwhelmed his fear couldn't help but shouted, then suddenly drew his sword and rushed out with agility.

However, at the moment she rushed out.

A black shadow appeared without notice, and the sharp blade was already on her neck.

"Clean cloud!!!"

The four generations of disciples who were familiar with Wudang noticed it, and reminded the desperate disciple in horror.

But it was too late.

Mo Xieluo's reaction was faster, he looked cold, impatient, before the person arrived, but the sword intent came out first, this sword intent turned into waves, the clouds rose in an instant, and the clouds disappeared in an instant, rushing towards the assassin who made the attack.

Meaning, although it can't hurt people, it can be amazing.

And it only takes a little pause before he can catch up.

The black shadow really paused.

At the same moment, Mo Xieluo had performed Wudang light kung fu "Following the wind and now chasing the cicada", his figure flickered, his steps were like chasing the moon, his long sword straightened out like an arrow from a string, and he rushed towards the disciple named "Jingyun" rush away.

Although reckless, what she did was what she and others wanted to do.

well done!
He secretly praised in his heart.

when! !

However, his sword touched the dagger protruding from the darkness. The seven daggers, like seven rounds of flowers, were spinning gently and slowly grinding.

It seemed to be a strange formation, which coincided with some kind of unspeakable mystery, with a peculiar rhythm, but this formation actually blocked his sword.

Breaking his will, blocking his sword, so that he can no longer move forward!

Mo Xieluo was startled, he retracted his sword to block back, and at the same time stepped back, defending tightly, but the enemy seemed to be blocking him instead of chasing him.

However, only seven daggers blocked his own blow, which...
He couldn't help raising his eyes and glanced not far away. In his eyes, he was younger than himself, but his seniority was his junior uncle. There were dozens, hundreds of daggers wrapped around him!
The dagger was like a spiked track, wrapping around his flesh and blood.

Moshero sighed inwardly.

This time, it may really be defeated.
But he was still too weak after all, too weak to protect the disciples in his sect.

The dagger had already cut "Jing Yun"'s throat, and the next moment, it would take her life.

Killing the first troublemaker often acts as a deterrent.

These assassins are really good at manipulating people's hearts.

Jing Yun combed her hair in a bun, her face was not beautiful, but it was clean and bright, and there was no haze in her pupils. At this time, the Taoist robe was raised back in the strong wind, like the only banner left, and she felt the approach of death.

She raised her hand instinctively, and stabbed out from a slanting angle with the skillful "light cloud coming out of the mountain", but she had practiced the sword technique thousands of times, repeated boringly every day, and worked hard. In front of the cut throat, they all looked fragile.

Therefore, there was a faint chuckle in the darkness.

ridicule, and death.

Attack together.

Unstoppable.

"Who allowed you to attack my Wudang disciples?"

Just when Jing Yun was preparing to meet this death, a calm and steady voice with a bit of vicissitudes came from her ear.

In the darkness, the assassin showed his figure, he was clutching his neck, his eyes were full of fear and panic, he couldn't believe it, and big balls of blood were gushing out.

flutter.

Immediately, the assassin fell to the ground.

Jing Yun raised his head and looked at the little master standing in front of him who didn't know when.

With a calm expression, he stood facing the wind, dragging his solitary knife sideways, but his gray Taoist robe had been cut with more than a dozen fine cuts, but none of them were red.

The Kuroshio, who was disturbed by the breakaway, suddenly woke up, turned around suddenly, and swept in angrily.

It seemed to be dissatisfied with being escaped by such a weak prey.

Of course Xia Ji is not weak.

However, as the pawns of the underworld, they carry their unique secret techniques and strange formations. How could they be broken by this ordinary person? !

Therefore, the Kuroshio is like a roaring giant beast, although there are dozens or even hundreds of assassins hidden in it, but it gives people a sense of unity.

Attack again!

"By the way, what are the backgrounds of these people." Xia Ji asked a very inappropriate question.

But he needs to understand the strength of the enemy first, after all, he has never heard of such a power in the Demon Sect.

Even the Moon Department of the Black Wood Sect may not have such ability.

In front of everyone, he naturally couldn't use the soul-searching secret technique, so he could only ask helplessly.

And because Yan Kezhou spoke so bluntly before, almost all the knights at the scene knew the other party's identity.

Therefore, Jing Yun said: "Yincao, they are from Yincao."

Shame?

Xia Ji thought about it for a while, it seemed that the assassin who was dispatched by the Dragon King to kill his sister had relevant information in his mind, it seemed to be some kind of holy place for assassins, mysterious and mysterious.

No matter how detailed it is, it is not clear.

Therefore, Xia Ji asked the second question: "Yin Cao, how strong is it?"

Naturally, Jing Yun couldn't answer this question.

But Mo Xieluo in the distance answered instead of her. He looked around cautiously, for fear that the dagger would be protruded out of the darkness, and at the same time raised his voice: "According to them, it is hidden behind the times and dominates the changes of the era. Power, Xia Ji, don't be brave, they are powerful and weird."

In order to strengthen his persuasion, he said: "Yan Kezhou has become younger, and he is now fighting with Master!!"

powerful?

And weird?
As long as you don't reach the Shattering Void Realm, it's fine.

Xia Ji couldn't help laughing, if he didn't try his best to restrain himself, he might burst out laughing.

The Kuroshio has already surged in front of him.

Xia Ji finally couldn't help it, he grinned wildly and laughed arrogantly, and with his laughter, the saber intent spread around his body invisible, and instantly sounded like a soft sound in everyone's mind.

Then the familiar sound of thousands of soldiers made the night boil again.

Jingle bell, Jingle bell.
The night boiled.

The world is burning!

The vicissitudes of life and the man who smiled arrogantly took a step towards the black tide of the tsunami. Behind him are thousands of colleagues in the righteous way, and his back is so reassuring.

"My gentlemen." He made a low voice, like the depression before the blizzard.

The Kuroshio has arrived.

It was a series of strangely overlapping black shadows, as well as daggers and blades that were as dense as gears and hovered like crawlers.

Xia Ji's next step turned into shock.

Drag the knife obliquely, dragging out the neon lights that are halfway through the sky!

A quiet voice roared in the chaotic night: "My lords, please watch me draw my sword."

He no longer hides.

The sound of wind between heaven and earth seemed to be suppressed, only the soldiers shouted at each other, singing and beating with drums.

A light that almost opened up the world.

Starting from that man, he cut down towards the chaotic black chop.

When the knife came out, the heroes were silent, even Yan Kezhou and Meng Aiwan, who were fighting, couldn't help pulling away and knocked here.

Light!
Skylight!

One light!

Bright and boundless!
Sky light or knife light?
"Hahaha!" The man laughed wildly, giving people a sense of pride, and his knife had already been cut out, smashing the Kuroshio to pieces.

He walked forward casually, like the most powerful general, beheading defeated troops and deserters.

The hand raised the knife and dropped it very quickly, without any error, without any hesitation.

One knife, one head.

Kill one person in one step.

The heroes of the righteous way have been aggrieved for a long time, but at this moment, their blood is boiling with excitement, and their hearts seem to be on fire.

But the young disciples of Wudang were a little more happy in their excitement.

Because from the laughter of the little master, they faintly heard that the little master seemed to break free from the previous prison, and became very free and easy.

His figure is no longer lonely.

His knife is also warm.

And this is our Wudang, the lord of Yuxu Palace, "Big Heaven Sword" Xia Ji! !
(End of this chapter)