Mo Qiong extinguished forty assassins in one breath.

The remaining big cats and kittens were two or three, Mo Qiong held a short sword and greeted them.

As soon as he fought, he felt something was wrong.

The attack strength is much smaller than he expected, and it is far less sharp than the assassin he has ever encountered.

Compared with the assassins he first met, these men in black were not skilled in their perspectives. Mo Qiong could see them with a glance at Hawk Eyes, and no longer needed to rotate and block.

The short sword held the cuff sword, swung it around, and then stabbed the enemy, allowing the cuff sword to penetrate into the opponent's neck.

Logically speaking, as long as the other party is focused, he can pull it out the moment the sleeve sword pierces into his neck, which is not fatal.

But the black-clothed assassin in front of him did not do it, and died with a loud squeak.

Their strength and reaction are far inferior to Mo Qiong.

After stabbing a few of them to death, Mo Qiong took away his sword and captured one with bare hands.

He pressed the assassin's hands against the carpet, first removed the joints, and then Mo Qiong freed up one hand to fumble up and down.

After touching it for a few seconds, Mo Qiong suddenly felt his power blocked and felt something pricked in his hand.

Only then did he realize that there were many barbs hidden on the surface of the black-clothed assassin's robe, and these thorns were as thin as cow's hair. Fortunately, he had a protective gear.

When facing these thorns, Mo Qiong's first reaction was that it was poisonous.

I think so, if this needle prick design does not temper poison, it will be meaningless and has no lethality.

"The assassins before did not have such tricks... Why is the strength gap so big when they are also black-clad assassins?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Those who dare to block the Assassin's Blade must die. I will kill you two of you, Blue and White Society, and the six bodyguards of Haman, it is not a loss to die at your hands. Are you a member, Beta? Or Gama?" The assassin was pressed to the ground by Mo Qiong, and he asked calmly.

Mo Qiong replied: "Alpha."

The assassin was stunned. What their mentor told them was that most Alpha members and mentors could be killed, and a small number of Beta members and mentors were not afraid.

However, in one breath, Mo Qiong killed forty assassins, including four real mentors.

If Mo Qiong hadn't been too young, the assassin would have suspected Mo Qiong was a member of Gama.

However, the title of honor may not necessarily correspond to strength. Although the mentor corresponds to the beta level, there will be a small group of novice members who are particularly strong.

It seems that Mo Qiong is the kind of particularly powerful one.

"No wonder it can kill the mentors. The Blue and White Society has renewed its armed forces. What is that wooden bird?" asked the assassin.

Mo Qiong glanced at him. He knew that the assassin was not afraid of interrogation, so he just asked casually. Unexpectedly, the assassin not only did not say it, but also turned around to slut his words.

He admitted that Mo Qiong's shooting skills were superb, but he paid more attention to the wooden bird. In the end, the wooden bird flew freely in the air and slashed the assassin like a whirlwind. It was really terrible.

If everyone has this thing, the members' personal abilities will be further improved.

Mo Qiong also guessed that he was afraid of what he was afraid of, and said deliberately: "The society has approved the armed wooden armored beast. If you all have this strength, any Alpha member can deal with you a large group of assassins."

Although the title of honor is not a title of strength, the members of the title of high honor are often particularly powerful because they have outstanding achievements and have more shelter points to strengthen themselves.

Like Mr. Gou, although he has no absolute characteristics, he doesn’t know how much he has eaten just the derivatives. After eating things like Danmu for more than ten years, Mr. Gou guessed that it would be fine if he walked into the alchemy furnace for a while.

You should know that guy is a 'rich' who has to use adaptive seeds to cultivate tobacco...

After hearing Mo Qiong's words, the assassin sneered and said nothing.

Mo Qiong tilted his head and said, "Or, are you just a scattered person? The assassin a few days ago was also in black, more than twice as strong as you. Why?"

"Have you ever caught fish?" said the assassin suddenly.

Mo Qiong was shocked and frowned and said, "What does it mean?"

"When you think about this question clearly, you will know why." The assassin smiled mysteriously.

Mo Qiong put the knife around his neck and said, "Tell me clearly, do you know what?"

The assassin smiled and suddenly stretched his neck and sent it to the knife with all his might. His artery ruptured and blood scattered.

Mo Qiong sighed, not surprised by the result, but the assassin's last words made him very concerned.

Fishing... Will the little brother be fishing? Are you fishing this fish in the Blue and White Club?

Will today's plan continue to be implemented? Will there be any pitfalls?

Mo Qiong escorted Haman toward the horse farm with doubts.

He forced himself not to think about this anymore, but he always had an ominous premonition, as if it was a very important thing.

Along the way, he was almost approached by a mentor-level assassin because of distraction.

It was a white-clothed assassin who suddenly jumped out of the sky. He fell silently when he fell. When Mo Qiong reacted, he had approached within two meters.

When Mo Qiong found him, he only saw a cold light and fleeting white shadows, and his vision was so wonderfully blocked.

"bite!"

Mo Qiong tried his best to block it, but was overturned by the huge force and staggered out more than three meters.

So strong, this is the first time he actually had a close hand in hand with the White Assassin. He used to kill the White Assassin in a locked position, which made these White Assassins who were said to be able to kill even Beta members died in an unknown way.

As soon as we fight, we know that the assassin is nearly twice as strong as him, and his strength is at least 1,500 kilograms.

While extremely sensitive, he is as fierce as a bear!

If it is just that the power is strong, Mo Qiong will not be weak. Is there any strong power that the ghost of Mount Tai is strong?

If it was just fast, Mo Qiong would not be vain. If it was fast, would he have the idea of ​​his?

But if the two are combined, it is a killing weapon.

"Dingding!" Mo Qiong blocked continuously, feeling that his hands were almost broken.

He used both hands and was also pressed and beaten.

If you can’t see the other person, Mo Qiong can only fool you!

"Fight..." Mo Qiong shook his hand and shot directly behind him.

But this is obviously a whim. Even if Mo Qiong predicts the position, the other party can even dodge bullets. This kind of shooting that does not directly lock the target, but uses a certain place in the air as the landing point, can naturally dodge.

However, Mo Qiong was not easy to throw the knife. He freed up the hand, quickly took out two needles, and pierced them into his ears.

All sounds were silent in an instant, and he closed his hearing.

Through the contactor, silently recite the password and play the song of reversal.

After listening to the song for more than ten seconds, Mo Qiong's hand was almost dislocated. The white-clothed assassin suddenly made a heavy blow, and Mo Qiong's knife actually came out.

"Die!" The assassin in white hummed coldly.

However, the moment the knife was out of hand, it flew across and automatically hit the assassin's sneak sword!

This time, the sleeve sword was slightly offset, and if it were normal, it could still penetrate the neck.

But when the sneaker sword stabbed, the assassin in white discovered that his neck had become thinner! The sure-fire blow he was wrong and turned into a slap on the other party's neck.

Even so, he vomited his strength and tried to slap the neck.

Unexpectedly, the other party was unable to hold back his hands, and suddenly shrank his legs and hugged his head. The whole person formed a ball and jumped out in a flash.

At the same time, Haman, who had been dragging his legs, suddenly felt his thighs in his arms thinner and smaller, and suddenly slipped away from his hands.

How could he let his thighs slip away? He hurriedly grabbed it, but only grabbed one boot and one pair of pants.

Looking at Mo Qiong again, he had become a little girl. He shrank into a ball and jumped out several meters in an instant. Then he turned toward the air at an acute angle, and there was a wave in the air, and then he turned back in an instant.

In this sudden turn, Mo Qiong was already facing the enemy, and he took out a small short sword in his hand, and his body and the sword turned into a straight line, directly seizing the assassin.

Turning back in the air, the wind and lightning!

"Is this the member's rampage?" The assassin in white felt that Mo Qiong was so fast that he had surpassed him.

He hurriedly dodged, trying to escape from Mo Qiong's perspective again, but Mo Qiong's body was light and he turned around and moved faster under the same force than before.

It is no longer possible to get stuck in his vision.

Not only that, Mo Qiong also locked in his target, and it was useless for the assassin in white to escape to the ends of the world.

"Eh?" The assassin in white was surprised. He dodged six times in a row, and all six times were accurately predicted by Mo Qiong.

The sword in his hand seemed to wave it and chased him straight towards him. No matter how he escaped, he was like a shadow.

The assassin in white flew back and forth on the ground and in the air, flipping and moving, but was always chased by Mo Qiong.

He simply retreated backwards, but saw Mo Qiong's little foot kicking the air in the air, constantly accelerating, and then suddenly let go of his hand in the air, and his sword flew away.

"ha?"

"Ding!" The assassin in white suddenly pulled out a one-handed axe from behind, instantly blocking Mo Qiong's short sword.

The moment it blocked, the white-clothed assassin's mouth slightly raised. What's the use of fastness? The power is too different.

The assassin in white tried his best to push the dagger back and fight back with the situation.

However, with all his strength, he heard a crack and the axe broke...

"What!"
To be continued...