Yeah! We're going to be late! Huangpu Jiayou shouted as if he suddenly remembered something, turned over, jumped out of bed, and rushed directly into the toilet.
ah--
Late `````` Late `````` The other people were also awakened by Huangpu Jiayou's words, and they rushed into the toilet one by one.
call--
Ye Feng breathed a long sigh of relief and fell weakly on the bed.
It's good that someone cares about you, but it's also confusing! Ye Feng sighed and thought: "I am in pain and happy at the same time."
At the same time, Nuolan City and Warcraft Town were in chaos. The murder of Bao Sanyi in the Blue Moon Bar shocked the whole town, and the mysterious killer Mo became a well-known figure.
According to eyewitnesses at the time, Killer Mo only used one move to kill his head. Such terrifying strength is really jaw-dropping.
At this time, the city of Nuolan was also in turmoil. One of the largest gangs in the city, the Blood Flood Gang, had its leader replaced and implemented a series of rectification measures. Many criminals complained, while the common people were complaining.
Extremely puzzled.
But they couldn't figure out why the Blood Red Gang, which usually does all kinds of evil, would undergo such a big overhaul. Was it a conspiracy? Or was it a discovery of conscience? They couldn't figure it out, and they couldn't figure it out either.
At the headquarters of the Killers Guild, in the elegant and magnificent room, a man was looking at a magic book intently. The elegant outline on the side glowed with a warm luster like jade. His expression was so calm, calm and gentle, as if
Everything around him has nothing to do with him.
The sunlight filtered in faintly from the window, hitting the tips of his eyebrows and the outline of his face, dyeing the material softly. Although there was only a little sunlight leaking in from the window, now he seemed to have blended in with his whole body.
In the sunshine, his naturally graceful demeanor became even more charming, and his dark and moist eyes were like the stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep and beautiful`````````
This person is none other than Jiang Longping, the overlord who is famous throughout the continent!
The most powerful Sword King, the master of the Killer Guild!
Jiang Longping started practicing martial arts at the age of five. At the age of ten, he shocked the whole city with his extremely high talent and powerful strength. At the age of twenty, he stepped into the sword king level and became one of the geniuses with the most terrifying training speed in the past hundred years. At the age of thirty, he was able to take up the sword.
Emperor, who once killed three sword kings and more than two thousand swordsmen with one person.
Masters of different levels became famous in the mainland overnight. He founded the Assassin's Guild at the age of thirty-five and replaced the original Assassin's Guild with lightning speed. He reached the peak of the Sword Emperor at the age of forty and was known as the Invincible Sword Emperor. The Sword Emperor
No one can beat me ````````
Jiang Longping, who is in his forties, is still handsome, just like a young man in his twenties, with a resolute face and an easy-going temperament. How can people who are not familiar with him associate him with the world-famous blood-killing overlord?
Woolen cloth?
Bang! Jiang Longping rubbed his slender fingers gently and made a crisp finger snapping sound.
squeak--
Immediately afterwards, the door was gently pushed open, and a burly guard in black walked in quickly.
Sir, what are your orders? The man knelt down on one knee and asked in a deep voice.
Has the identity of the killer Mo been found out? Jiang Longping asked softly. His eyes never left the book, his stern face was like a calm lake, without a trace of ripples.
The subordinates were incompetent. The killer Mo seemed to appear out of thin air, and there was no record anywhere. The man in black reported nervously. A bean-sized bead of sweat fell from his forehead.
Oh? Interesting! Jiang Longping raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Tell me to go down and have someone pay close attention to this person, and report to me immediately as soon as there is news about him!
yes--
The man in black retreated in response. Unconsciously, his back was wet with sweat.
Martial arts are endless, but the strong are lonely ````````
Jiang Longping let out a long sigh and looked into the distance with his eyes, feeling a sense of loneliness and arrogance.
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Ye Feng, who was on campus, had no idea how much of a commotion it was causing outside. After having a simple breakfast with Nangong and the other six, he hurried back to the classroom.
There was no Wang Ling'er class in the morning, so Ye Feng naturally fell asleep. But what surprised him was that Zi Nuoqing didn't come to class today. It was said that he went home after a long vacation. He didn't know why.
Went to```````
But Ye Feng didn't care much, it was just that he was missing a sleeping partner, and it still couldn't affect his elegant mood while sleeping.
Although his whole body ached, Ye Feng had no choice but to use the constant flushing of innate Qi to relieve the pain in his body.
At the same time, inside Ye Feng’s space ring, ````````
Godzilla suddenly opened his eyes. After a few hours of adjusting his breath, his power was almost restored for eight games. The remaining 20% could be recovered on his own, and there was no need to sit like this.
Godzilla was in a good mood and walked around the space in the ring casually, commenting as he walked: "Tsk tsk, there are quite a lot of good things!"
In front of Godzilla——
Pieces of gorgeous clothes are hung in a dazzling array, and all kinds of weapons and swords are arranged neatly.
Huh——
Godzilla's eyes lit up. In the open space in front of him, a brilliant ice sword was stuck straight into the ground. The crystal clear sword body exuded a charming light, and the light bodies were spinning around it. The cold air spread, as if it was connected all the time.
The temperature has dropped quite a bit.
Isn't this sword the sword that Ye Feng used to deal with himself? Godzilla was excited, walked quickly to the Frozen Desert Sword, and reached out to take it.
Huh? It's quite heavy! Godzilla couldn't pull it out, so he couldn't help but become interested. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and violently exerted force...
drink--
Godzilla let out a deep cry, the meridians in his arms surged, the strength belts in his hands were completely tightened, and all the strength was concentrated on his arms.
But the sword remained motionless````````
ah--
Godzilla's face turned red from holding back, and his body trembled slightly. It was obvious that he had reached his limit.
Can't pull it out? Is this an artifact? Godzilla was completely shocked ``````
There are not many artifacts in the entire Moon Continent, right? Although the demon clan is powerful, they still don’t have one so far.
