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Chapter two hundred and nineteenth undercurrent

On the other side, a few days ago.

In Chu State, one of the secrets of Luo.com organized a secret stronghold.

The Tianzi killer black and white Xuanzhang came here and reported the siege process of the previous battle, especially the abnormal situation of the partner's prison.

It is also the focus of this report. He doesn't want to carry a big black pot.

Responsible for the head of this secret stronghold, hearing the bland words of black and white Xuanzhang, smiling, and said, "Please also take a break here, and to deal with it."

"Hmm!" Black and White Xuan glanced at the other party, turned around and left here.

But he didn't go far.

As one of the heavenly character -level killers inside the Luowang organization, he naturally understands that the habit of doing things in Luo.com.

Now that the goal of not being able to assassinate the mission is successful for the first time, the killer who has lost his hands will inevitably have the second assassination operation for the task goal.

If you lose your hands for the second time, then come again for the third assassination.

When can the assassination mission and when will the task end, otherwise it will never end and never end.

Black and white Xuanzhang is waiting patiently.

Waiting for Luo.com to re -dispatched the helper to him. With his own power, he could not open the task target Wei Anhou's external skills defense.

You can't even do wounds, and talk about the task goals.

Responsible for the head of this secret stronghold, after seeing Black and White Xuanzhang left, immediately beckoned to call a number of subordinates who are proficient in battle detection.

Order to them coldly.

"Go to kill Wei Anhou's place, check carefully."

"There must be no omissions."

"Followed by his subordinates!"

The more than a dozen Luo net killers salute together.

Then quickly left this place and rushed to the battle location of Wei Anhou, Wei Anhou, to kill Wei Guo.

After all these people leave, the head of the black robe wearing a black robe takes out a silk puppet again, a brush and a square ink, and quickly grind the ink.

Dip the ink with a brush and start writing records on that silk.

All the words that the Tianzi -level killer black and white Xuanxuan had just written and recorded, and then sealed it, and put it inside a small bamboo tube.

He didn't rush to send him back to the headquarters organized by Qin Guoluo.com.

Instead, wait patiently, wait for the Luo.com intelligence search members who just sent out, survey the battle scene, and summarize another battle information.

Nympho

Nympho

After two days.

Members of Luo.com who went out to explore the battle intelligence returned to this secret stronghold again.

Among them, the first step came forward, took out a clear record of war intelligence records and a black cloth package, and handed it to the secret base nodded here.

"Ceremony!"

"These are the war intelligence records found in the subordinates, and the things in the black cloth package are the prison sword fragments searched at the battle site."

"Sword of the prison ... broken?" The base suddenly heard the news that the black and white Xuanxuan didn't mention, and I was shocked.

I can't believe it in my eyes.

How terrible and powerful the prison sword is, so many years in the organization, he naturally heard.

It can be called an invincible sword that is invincible.

As a swordsman, he naturally envious and desire in his heart, especially if he can help the practice of accelerating internal force, it makes him even more jealous.

Look at the black parcel with both hands holding the hand.

He held back his shock and blank in his heart, and opened the package carefully, and saw the sword he longed for a long time in his heart. At this moment, he had broken into a bunch.

Even the largest piece of fragments, no one -third of his palms.

"how so?"

The base nodded and picked up a prison sword fragmentation, carefully observed, and said in a long time, it was still difficult to believe this fact in my heart.

"What kind of terrible power can we break the prison to be like this?!"

"How strong is the task goal Wei Anhou, how strong is it?"

Watch quietly for a moment.

He put the prison sword fragments back inside the package and packaged and packaged.

"Originally, I still plan to make a quick message with flying birds."

"But now, there are all fragments of the prison sword, then you can't do it. In case you accidentally lose a small piece of fragments, causing the castingist in the tissue to make a failure."

"At that time, my life will be difficult to guarantee."

Think, think about it, safety for safety.

The base nodded and decided to go back in person.

All the fragments of the prison sword, as well as the oral information information of the black and white Xuanzhang and the on -site survey information information, bring it back to the organization headquarters.

Did not take the initiative to alarm any member.

He quietly carried two slightly different intelligence information records, and all the fragments of the prison sword, quietly on the road, leaving the stronghold.

Inside the base, in a certain room.

Black and white Xuanzhang turned slightly, looking at the base that quietly left, and silent.

Looking back, looking at the two single -blade with a long sword on the nearby table, his eyes were stunned, and there was a little blank in his heart.

"The sword is here, people are here!"

"The sword is dead ... people are also dead!"

Nympho

Nympho

After more than ten days, it passed out.

Qin Guodu City, Xianyang.

Inside the hidden underground stronghold, the headquarters belonging to Luo.com, a person wearing a black robe and a black bucket is sitting on the first place.

If you don't look at the base of Chu, who are half -kneeling below the ground, nodded.

With both hands with black gloves, open two different intelligence records, observe carefully, and compare each other.

There is gradually anger in my heart.

"A group of waste!"

"There are so many Wei Anhou information that is not collected. What do you eat?"

Put down the two intelligence records in your hand.

He reached out and opened the black cloth on the table again, squeezed a piece of fragments of the prison sword, and observed it carefully.

"The spirituality is lost, the material is okay."

"Even if the recasting is successful, it is very likely to be an ordinary famous sword, I am afraid that it will not be able to repeat the special ability."

"The loss this time is too big ..."

For Luo.com organization.

A qualified killer is actually not important. The real important thing is actually the sword in the hands of the killer.

People are gone.

You can accept it again, re -training.

But if the sword is gone.

If you can reconstruct, it is fortunately, if the recasting failure, it is really gone.

The high -level masters of casting swords are always extremely rare talents. It is difficult to meet one for a hundred years, but you can't find it.

It is not possible to cultivate.

There is no excellent talent in casting, no casting teachers instruction, no self -study and hard work ...

If you want to be a master of casting a sword, you are dreaming.

Looking at the prison sword fragments in the inside of the parcel, there was a fire in his heart, holding back the anger in his heart, and ordered it coldly.

"Let Xuan Zang and the cover day act together and grab me two women, Ji Wuyou and Ji Ji Ji."


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