Chapter five hundred and eighty-two swordsman's exercises
"What's going on?" The middle-aged man was stunned.
Immediately, the lingering clouds around me rolled and the woman with another black grimace mask said in surprise: "Be careful."
As he was speaking, a long fire suddenly shot out from the clouds and mist, pointing directly at the bronze masked man lying on the ground.
The bronze-faced man who was lying on the ground widened his eyes and showed a hint of horror.
"Fireball." Gui Luo suddenly came out of his palm and threw it over. The fire line and the fireball collided, and a ball of Mars burst out from the air. The bronze masked man was finally saved. He quickly got out and retreated to the side of the two of them.
, I feel resentful:
"What is this? Is there a supernatural being here?"
"I didn't feel the energy fluctuations of the psychics. This is probably the formation arranged here." Gui Luo's face was solemn.
"You are the one we are going to assassinate, not only the master of martial arts, but also the person who practices both martial arts and martial arts?" the woman said in surprise.
"It may also be that he asked an expert to arrange it. He wanted to practice martial arts masters and practice magic. There were too few such people, and they were all rare in the Dragon Kingdom." Gui Luo thought.
The two nodded immediately when they heard his analysis, but the magicians were strange and even more difficult to achieve. Compared with the awakened psychics, martial arts are more difficult. Almost all the existences practiced deep into the mountains, and very few can understand them.
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"But there is a formation here, how can we get in?" the man in bronze mask frowned and said.
At this moment, a blue ice sword suddenly emerged from the white clouds and came with strong wind. The other two men didn't even react, and saw a blood hole in the chest of the bronze masked man beside him.
The wound was frozen into blue ice crystals, and the person died before even blood flowed out.
Gui Luo and the woman looked at each other, lifted up the true energy in their bodies, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.
This mission is really too dangerous. The bronze masked man is a master of internal strength, one step away from the master, but now he dies here without even seeing the assassination. How can the two of them not be afraid?
"Since you're here, don't leave."
Suddenly, a loud sound like a big bell penetrated the clouds and mist, and it was like rolling thunder into the ears of the two of them.
The two stopped at the same time and saw a girl in a purple Tang suit and ponytail standing in front of them, but what she said just now was not what she said.
"My son, please stay and meet in there." Shi Jian looked at the two of them and said calmly.
"We are not available." The woman in the ghost mask said coldly, and then a cold light stretched out from her cuffs. A strange black dagger was held in her hand. Her figure shook and she came to Shi Jian.
"Go to die."
The ghost-faced woman shouted softly, and the dagger in her hand pulled out a sound of breaking through the air, and a cold light flashed like silver thread.
Shi Jian raised his hands as white as mutton fat jade, and stroking them like a maid in Jiangnan, which even brought out a sound boom. Each beautiful finger caresses the void, and brings out a series of fingers and flies to the woman.
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The silver thread was directly shattered by the finger force that ejected from it, and the other finger force was blocked by the woman's dagger, but the figure exploded and retreated several steps before stopping.
"The internal strength is great?" The woman's eyes showed a look of horror. Shi Jian was only seventeen years old, but she was actually a warrior with great strength.
Gui Luo slowly stretched out his palms, a wisp of flame jumped over the palm, and then condensed into two basketball-sized fireballs and threw them towards her.
"Five elements and Bagua Palm, Water Palm." Shi Jian shouted lightly, his hands fluttering like a willow whirling the wind, driving a lingering cloud. The seemingly simple movements contain some mysterious laws and Taos.
rhyme.
Although Shi Jian only has the strength of the fifth level of the Dark Power, he practiced the immortal method taught to him by Zhuo Bufan, which is not comparable to pure energy.
If energy is compared to Lego building blocks, ordinary warriors and superpowers will only use these building blocks to accumulate volume, while a real master is to accumulate building blocks into things they need. The combined power is stronger than brute force.
How many.
Even if Shi Jian is just a rookie who has just stepped into half a foot, he is not comparable to ordinary psychics.
In Gui Luo's horrified eyes, Shi Jian slapped the two fireballs directly and slapped them over, hitting them on the body, and their chests were burnt and they lay on the ground.
Inside the villa gate.
Before the Nine Gate Admirals, Nie Kairong, Zhong Shousong, Chu Feiyun and others could react, they heard Zhuo Bufan shouting loudly, shocking the whole field.
In less than five minutes, Shi Jian walked back outside, followed by two injured men and women, wearing black clothes.
"I didn't expect the Ruan family to take action so soon?" The Admiral of the Nine Gate frowned and murmured to himself.
But it was also even more shocked to the strength of the maid next to Zhuo Bufan. The killer sent by the Ruan family must be of the top level, otherwise how dare they assassinate the Grandmaster? However, both of them were subdued by Shijian, and Zhuo Bufan didn't even lift his butt.
one time.
‘In less than three years, this little girl will definitely become another martial arts master.’
The Admiral of the Nine Gate thought to himself, but he couldn't help but smile. He practiced for decades, worked hard and worked hard to make up for his shortcomings. By chance, he could be awesome. When did the Grandmaster become so worthless?
There is Zhuo Bufan in front of me, and now there is another sword.
"Young Master, there is one more dead outside, only these two living people are left." Shi Jian walked obediently behind Zhuo Bufan and said with a chuckling. A hint of joy appeared on his pretty face like snow.
Finally, she felt that she was not a vase and could do things for the young master, and she was so happy.
Zhuo Bufan also wanted to let Shijian practice it. Besides, this villa is his territory and can control the spirit fog at will, so he is not afraid of Shijian's danger.
Zhong Shousong, Chu Feiyun, Nie Chengrong and others also looked at the two people strangely, dressed strangely, and they should be killers.
"Did you sent by the Ruan family?" Zhuo Bufan sat in the first place and said indifferently.
Gui Luo and the woman standing in the hall looked at each other, and both bent down and bowed:
"In the lower ghost Luo, the member of the blade, pay homage to the master!"
"In the Lower Girl Game, members of the Blade, pay homage to the Grandmaster!"
Zhuo Bufan sneered: "The Grandmaster is like a dragon and cannot be bullied. Since you know, you still want to assassinate me?"
The two lowered their heads, looked nervous, and gritted their teeth hard. The master was divided into different levels. If the two knew that Zhuo Bufan was so powerful, how could they come rashly?
"People from the Blade Killer Organization?" Qiu Jinse's pretty face changed color.
The Admiral of Nine Gate frowned and thought, "I seem to have heard of this organization as well."
"How about the killer organization, how about Ye Shang?" Zhuo Bufan said curiously.
"The Blade is the leader of the Underground World Killer Organization, and can rank among the top three in the Long Kingdom Killer List. As for Ye Shang, he ranks tenth." Qiu Jinse is the queen of the Underground World after all, and the information he knows is far better than Zhong Shousong, Chu Feiyun and others.