Tianzi-level killer, the ghost of the killer exists, comes and goes without a trace, kills people invisibly, no one has ever seen his true face, but when he died, he was beheaded by someone with a sword, his body and head were separated, and there was no corpse in his death. The fate of the killer, the murderer, the man will always kill him.

Luo Jinghong glanced at the gold-clothed man coldly, his eyes were as cold as a sword, and he burst out like a substance, although the gold-clothed man covered his face, he felt that his skin was faintly painful, and it was clearly a kind of wordless vigilance. Although the gold-clothed man was shocked by the strength of the other party, he was also fearless, after all, his side still held a huge advantage.

The silver-clothed man has not yet recovered from the previous scene, how terrifying the Tianzi-level killer is, he knows better than anyone else, he has never missed a hand for decades, even the high-level cultivators of the life and death realm have been silently beheaded by him, how could he suddenly be divided by a little-known kid, this is also too unreal, it is really shocking and unacceptable. But the head in front of him made him understand that the impossible had indeed happened, and he wondered what shocking changes would happen in the future?

"Young Master, let me go up this place?" Ling Fengwu was almost attacked and killed in the side cave before, and he was holding back a fire in his heart, eager to kill these blood-clothed masked people.

"These killers are not comparable to ordinary cultivators, they will never kill you head-on, you haven't received special training in this area, even if your strength is slightly stronger, you may not be able to win easily. You know, as long as we lose for a while, we will lose all our efforts, can you be sure of winning?" Lu Suifeng asked solemnly.

"This ...... When Ling Fengwu heard this, his agitated heart was vented, and after witnessing the scene just now, even Luo Jinghong was injured, how much chance could he have of winning?

Another person came out of the camp of the blood-clothed man, the same blood towel covered the face, but the body shape was too different from ordinary people, there was an ancient saying that the hands were over the knees, but the hands of this person were five inches longer than the knees.

I saw that this person slowly took out a pair of gloves from his arms, carefully put them on his hands, the surface of the gloves revealed a layer of misty green light, and a faint fragrance suddenly emanated from the air, which made people's minds suddenly feel a blur.

Yun Wuying suddenly appeared ten meters in front of the blood-clothed man, as if she had been born out of thin air, or she had been standing there all along. In short, the way out of the venue is more eye-catching than the other, and each one is more weird and shocking!

A flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the blood-clothed man, not because the opponent in front of him was a woman, but because he didn't see how the other party appeared? No one could avoid his feelings within fifty meters, as long as it was a living and spiritual creature. This alone was enough for him to raise the other party's danger level to the highest level.

"Soul Devouring Incense!" Yun Wuying sniffed lightly, looking very refreshing, and did not show a strange demeanor; "It can make people's minds appear for a short time, and there will be enough time to cut people's throats and pierce people's hearts with a single sword. It's no wonder that the Blood Shadow Building never misses a killing, it's really bad enough, it's really unguardable. ＂

"Hmm, it's a bit surprising that you can not be scented. There are countless ways to kill people, how can it be elegant and vulgar to take people's lives, there is only one result in the open and in the dark, the mission of the killer is to kill, and he doesn't care what means are used, and he is the king to achieve the goal. The blood-clothed man's words sounded very cold-blooded, but from his perspective and position, they were undeniably reasonable.

"That's true! But once the killer is gone, the advantage is gone. Standing against each other, do you think you still have a chance of winning?" Yun Wuying smiled, as relaxed as if chatting, as if forgetting that the person in front of him was a heaven-level killer who killed people invisibly.

"Sancheng!" killers rarely make false claims, and those who deceive themselves usually die quickly and tragically.

"In other words, the chance of dying is 70 percent? The blood-clothed man's answer really surprised Yun Wuying.

"On the contrary, I overestimated my own means and abilities. Killers don't return, because they often don't even have a half-percent chance of winning, and I dare to say that there are thirty percent, which is indeed a bit outrageous. The blood-clothed man self-reflected, and seriously reviewed.

"Then what do you think I have a chance of winning? Knowing myself and knowing my opponent is the only way to win, isn't it?" Yun Wuying asked curiously.

"Sancheng! It is also an overestimation of your strength and means. The blood-clothed man said decisively, with a rare solemnity in his eyes.

"Hmm, how do you say that?" Yun Wuying really understood the meaning of the other party's words for a while, three into three, wouldn't it be that the probability of winning or losing was half of the odds.

"I've said so much, you've committed a killer's taboo, don't you want to say something of your own?" the blood-clad man asked coldly.

"Alas, this is a personal privacy, and it is difficult for you to reveal it for the sake of your honesty. Yun Wuying lowered his voice and pretended to be secretive: "Your hope of living is almost zero...... When the words fell, a rainbow burst out of the air, preaching moral etiquette to the killer, wouldn't it be playing the piano to the cow.

Yin people are usually the most afraid of being yin, so their vigilance is often very strong, and the blood-clothed people are no exception, and they seem to have been on guard against this, and their right arms are stretched out, and they shoot out like lightning, and they are very dexterous enough to avoid the opponent's sword blade, and slap on the sword body with one palm.

This palm seemed to be secretly gathering momentum for a long time, and the strength was surging, and under one blow, it actually slapped the long sword in Yun Wuying's hand sideways to the side.

Yun Wuying's sword momentum was agile and floating, and his body turned with the sword, flashing five feet away in an instant, and using the power of rotation to clear the opponent's strength left on the sword. The other party's gloves are not even swords, I don't know what kind of material they are made of, at least the level of the emperor's upper grade.

A person can slap a palm against the sharp blade, and can delicately avoid the blade of the sword and hit the sword body, this courage and sense of battle are very accessible.

Yun Wuying's wrist turned, and the sword returned, trembling, fluttering with a sword, there was no fixed trajectory and direction, but the invisible sword qi and sword intent were everywhere, and it was difficult to determine where to attack in the next moment.

In the eyes of the blood-clothed man, there was a flickering sword in the air, and each sword light implied a murderous intent, and it was difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, and a misjudgment was bound to splash blood. I never expected that the opponent's sword momentum was so weird and powerful, and a single face was covered in it, and there was danger.

After all, the other party is a Tianzi-level killer who is accustomed to seeing stormy waves, and he is in danger, although he is shocked, he is not confused, and there is no hesitation, a pair of dark diamond iron hands instantly turned into palm shadows in the sky, and he slapped seven seven and forty-nine palms in one go, all of which were hard to block and hard to connect, and a pair of gloves could resist the cutting of the blade without any damage.

The sword and palm shadows flew and collided, and a piercing roar continued to explode in the air, and the sword and palm shadows then fell apart and scattered, only to see a little cold star radiating from the broken palm shadow, like a flying star from the sky, rushing straight towards the eyebrows of the blood-clothed man.

Retreat, retreat...... A little cold star is like chasing a soul for his life. While the blood-clothed man retreated in shock, he reached into his waist with both hands, and suddenly two sharp short knives appeared in his hands.

The twin blades conjured up a dazzling brilliance, and in an instant, the cold stars that shot at them swept away. The next moment, the Jedi counterattacked, continuous knife rays, each attack with a sharp knife intent, knife gas jet, the fatal blow often rushed out in the illusionary light curtain, its speed was so fast that people's eyes could not adapt, and the figure of Yun Wuying was also shrouded in this phantom sword light.

A muffled snort sounded in the twilight of the sword light whirlwind, The blurred sword light gradually faded, and the blood-clothed man stood upright on his back, standing proudly like a mountain, his body was intact, but he was missing a human head, and the superb Yuan Force supported the body and the body was still strong, and at the same time, a head that was separated from the body was rushed up very high, and a stream of blood arrows shot out from the throat and neck of the severed head, turning into a blood flower blooming in the sky.

Yun Wuying stretched out her slender jade finger to straighten out her scattered sideburns, glanced at the stiff and straight corpse, and said quietly: "I said that your hope of survival is almost zero, but you think that this girl is joking, and the living should be taken as a warning." ＂

This last thing is said to the gold-clothed man and the silver-clothed man sitting in the center, although the other party is very determined, his two Tianzi-level killers only took a moment before and after, and they all became headless corpses, how can the love be embarrassed, and the cold heart can't help but tremble secretly, how can it become a tiger at this time, and he can't stop, only by holding on, the reputation of the Blood Shadow Building must not be damaged in the slightest, even if the elite is damaged, there can be no retreat.

After the tragic and bloody fight between the two people, no one regarded the other party as fish to be slaughtered on the anvil, but questioned whether their side was a group of screaming sheep?

Although the killers at the bottom are angry, they also dare to be angry but dare not speak, and the rules of the Blood Shadow Pavilion are harsh, and they dare not violate it easily. Of course, it is not their turn to participate in this kind of level of battle, maybe a little lost, or maybe a little lucky.

With the lessons of the previous two places, the blood-clothed man who came out of the city this time no longer spoke, a pair of eyes under the mask were cold and sharp, and a cold eye wind swept over the fat man who hugged his chest with his hands several meters away, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, such a clumsy figure was afraid that he couldn't even touch his own clothes. He was called "Phantom Killing" by his colleagues in the killer world, and his body was as fast as the wind, floating and changeable like a cloud.

The fat man Ouyang Wuji is also forgiving the thin and capable opponent in front of him, this kind of person's body is usually very spiritual, and he is good at winning with speed, which can be described as the only fast and undefeated martial arts in the world. If he didn't have Ling Bo Weibu, he wouldn't have lost half of his defeat when he encountered such an opponent. After all, his own body is piled up here, and anyone will ignore his speed and agility and attack it as a weakness. But isn't this a very tempting pit?