Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 55 Assassin Mo67

"There are assassins!"

The moment the silver light appeared, Lu Changkong, who had just broken through to the second stage of Qi Dan, reacted.

The splendid clothes on his body swelled, and he screamed loudly.

The butcher's knife in Nie Zhangqing's hand was drawn out, spinning in the air at high speed.

Ning Zhao's white skirt swayed, and her delicate body jumped to stand in front of Lu Fan. Even Ni Yu, who was weak from vomiting, held the chessboard with a fierce look on his face.

The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if the air was filled with murderous intent.

"roll!"

Lu Changkong growled.

With this sound, he was engulfed in spiritual energy, making the sound like a bell exploding.

He wants to block the assassin who is intimidating.

...

Mo Liuqi is a professional assassin.

However, he actually doesn't like assassination.

He hates the smell of blood, but, in the Jianghu, he can't help himself.

Moreover, the Mohists did not train him to become the second assassin in the world, not to let him have a free time.

Besides, the task this time was announced to him by the woman herself, and he couldn't refuse it.

The master who taught him the art of assassination said that as an assassin, one cannot have emotions.

Because feelings will make things wrong and make him soft-hearted.

But Mo Liuqi couldn't do it, so he was number two in the world, and he would never be number one in the world.

He is not an assassin with no emotions, he has emotions, even more intense than ordinary people, he silently likes a woman, he suppresses his liking, making his feelings more and more like a volcano accumulated for hundreds of millions of years.

This time, he didn't want to accept the task, and he didn't dare to accept it.

Assassinate the Great Zhou State Teacher, Confucian Master, a terrifying existence with the strength of the masters...

The paralyzed face of number one in the world didn't dare to answer it, so why would he, the number two in the world, dare to answer it?

However, he couldn't refuse when the woman found him.

He was ready to refuse to speak, and finally turned into a soft sentence, "Okay".

So here he is.

He was ready not to go back.

He doesn't like Beiluo City, because the city is very evil.

However, even though he didn't like it, this city was going to be his burial ground.

His life, even to the point of death, is involuntary.

Mo Liuqi thought a lot on the donkey cart.

He bought a cheap pearl hairpin from a roadside stall, and engraved the woman's name on the pearl hairpin with scissors.

If he can get out of this city alive, he will give this pearl hairpin to her with his own hands.

...

Nie Changqing held the butcher's knife, and his blood exploded six times.

His eyes are like torches.

The pig-killing knife was raised, and there was an invisible knife qi lingering around his body, and spiritual energy gushed out from the qi pill, surrounding his whole body.

Lu Changkong is a second-stage qi pill, a master warrior with flying temples, and his combat power is not weak.

The two are in front of the assassin.

The moment the silver scissors appeared, a name emerged in their hearts.

The second assassin in the world, Silver Cut Mo Liuqi.

There is no shadow to stab the soul, and there is no trace to kill the blood!

This is the world's evaluation of him, the assassination technique, second only to the world's number one assassin, Mo Yihen.

Mo Liuqi's speed was too fast.

Pretending to be a commoner coachman, pretending to fall to the ground by accident, but suddenly exploded.

It was a premeditated assassination.

There is no abnormal sound of the body explosion of the master warrior.

What the assassin wants is silence.

Mo Liuqi's face was indifferent, and his eyes locked on the white-haired national teacher.

His speed is too fast.

In an instant, he approached Lu Changkong and Nie Zhangqing.

Ding Ding!

Two crisp sounds.

The silver scissors hit Nie Zhangqing's butcher's knife, making his movements stagnate.

Wait for Lu Changkong and Nie Zhangqing to recover.

Mo Liuqi had passed over their bodies like a shadow.

The assassin's lightness skill can be called elusive.

Luo Yue came to his senses.

He shouted loudly, staring angrily, displaying the imposing manner of a first-class general to the extreme, standing with the saber in his arms, about to draw the saber out.

However.

Mo Liuqi's hair fluttered, and his face was indifferent and calm.

The body turned sideways, and the tip of his toe touched Luo Yue's knife-drawing hand, causing his half-drawn knife to be stepped back again.

Mo Liuqi didn't kill anyone unrelated.

He is different from the murderous paralyzed face, he only kills the target, non-target, he does not kill.

Luo Yue staggered back two steps, his face pale.

Seeing Mo Liuqi passing by his body like a fish swimming, he was terrified in his heart.

If Mo Liuqi wanted to kill him, as long as the silver scissors had wiped his neck just now, he would be dead.

The national teacher has gray hair and cloudy eyes.

Facing Mo Liuqi's swift assassination, he was very calm.

He had expected it.

It is rare to get to the Imperial Capital, how could the Mohists miss this opportunity.

"Peace, be careful."

On the old face of the national teacher, a dignified expression appeared, and said.

He was afraid that it would affect Lu Fan.

Mohist assassin, unparalleled in the world.

Not in vain.

boom!

The robe on the national teacher's body surged and bulged slightly.

The arrogance above the head gathered together.

The eloquence was eloquent, and the terrifying righteousness turned into coercion, trying to suppress the assassin.

Lu Fan sat in a wheelchair, propped his chin, his face was as pale as water, and his other hand was stroking the thin woolen blanket.

Those who are at the level of masters...does it mean that they can be assassinated by assassination?

Don't look at the national teacher's weakness and weak blood.

but……

When the national teacher drinks righteously, he can retreat thousands of troops.

Ok?

suddenly.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

...

Mo Liuqi's complexion was as serious as water.

This mission is really difficult in hell...

Confucianism is magnificent.

So strong! very scary!

The huge pressure made him even lose the courage to swing the scissors at the national teacher, and even pressed him so hard that he couldn't help but kneel down.

Zhuzi level!

Mo Liuqi took a deep breath.

The next moment, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

The body fell to the ground, and the scissors in the hands were raised high.

It was stuck on his thigh, and a bloody wound was torn open. The tingling pain made the fear in his mind temporarily numb and disappear.

After getting rid of the oppression of Haoran Qi, he followed him like a shadow again, gritting his teeth, and the navy blue cloth robe was blown against his body fiercely.

He is close to the national teacher.

Five steps, four steps, three steps...

He even saw clearly the smiling face of the young man with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair next to the national teacher.

However, Mo Liuqi didn't care, he only had the mission goal in his eyes.

The national teacher's robe fluttered, and he pushed his palm forward.

Boom!

Mo Liuqi's complexion changed suddenly, his pupils constricted, as if he had hit a wall, blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

A low growl came from Mo Liuqi's mouth.

The silver scissors in his hand were thrown by him.

The silver scissors were still stained with blood, and the blood droplets scattered in the air.

The scissors spun at high speed, wrapped in huge force, and approached the national teacher's face.

However, the national teacher turned his head slightly, the scissors were pressed against the national teacher's cheek, and he flew past by a hair's breadth...

Looking at this scene, Lu Fan frowned slightly.

Picked up a sunspot from the chess box.

Mo Liuqi looked at the scissors that were missing by an inch, his face was covered with blood, and the corners of his mouth were slightly grinned.

Not disappointed, but calm with a sigh of relief.

"Azhu, I did not disappoint you."

Mo Liuqi murmured.

next moment.

His five fingers became claws, and his face was a bit hideous.

The pair of scissors flying past actually froze in the air, spinning at high speed, and with the sound of piercing through the air, it stabbed at the back of the head of the national teacher!

The silver scissors were getting closer and closer to the back of the national teacher's head.

Two inches, one inch, half an inch...

The national teacher's body was also stiff, and there was a breath of death covering his whole body.

suddenly.

Mo Liuqi's face froze.

Ding!

A crisp sound lingered.

The flying silver scissors... were stopped.

Mo Liuqi saw that the tip of the silver scissors was only half an inch away from the back of the national teacher's head, but was blocked by a floating black chess piece.

That half an inch is so close to the end of the world.

Mo Liuqi stared, turned his gaze, and landed on the young man with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair beside the national teacher.

But the boy looked at him with surprise on his face.

"It's kind of interesting, you can figure out the method of 'controlling the sword with your mind' by yourself?"

"It's a good seedling."

"excellent."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched, with appreciation, he said lightly.

Words fell.

Mo Liuqi saw an invisible air flow around the boy's wheelchair, raised his hand, and patted him from a long distance away.

boom!

Mo Liuqi felt like his eyeballs would pop out of their sockets, and he would spit out bile.

The body was lying on the ground, the ground was cracked and sunken, and the cracks continued to spread.