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"No... if it wasn't for saving me, no one would be able to trap you with your skills, let alone make you the way you are now. I only knew that you had let down my third sister, and was a guilty man. So I want to kill you and avenge my third sister. But when you get along with you, until you give up your life to save me, I gradually understand why my third sister is willing to sacrifice herself to save you. So if you are because of me And when it's dead, I think the third sister is alive and won't forgive me."
"Hehe..." Hearing this, the weak Nie Yun smiled bitterly. With his smile, blood was lying in his mouth. If anyone looked closely, he would find that his cheeks were shaking. There are still tears in the corners of the eyes.
"Hold on to me, let's kill together." Lan Ji held Nie Yun on his shoulder in one hand, and attacked the black-robed man with a dagger in the other.
"Lan Ji, I appreciate your kindness. Really, now like this, none of us can get out. You put me down and go quickly." Nie Yun said from his heart, because even if there is no wind, it is controlled by God. Those guys and those in the dragon group will take their own lives. Rather than catch Lan Ji's life, it's better to end it all alone.
"Although I am also a killer, cruel and ruthless, you have this picture because of me, and I am the sister of the third sister, and I will not leave you because of my feelings and reason..." Lan Ji struggled back. To Nie Yun: "Hurry up."
The windless person who fought with Ruochen, watching Lan Ji flee with Nie Yun on his back, couldn't help but yell: "The dead group listens to the order, don't let Black Blade run away."
For a time, more than a dozen people in black robes abandoned their current opponents, and at the same time rushed towards Lan Ji. Upon seeing the prince, Ye Ruqing rushed forward without hesitation. Na Kunfeng watched Ye Wuqing and the prince actually relieve Lan Ji, and couldn't help but wonder: "What are these two guys doing?"
"Pop!" A long whip swung over, leaving a long blood mark on Ruo Chen's back. Ruo Chen threw himself forward, turned his head and cursed at the demon-shan: "Smelly girl, I'm fucking you!"
It was also Ruo Chen's fall that caused Wu Feng to free his hand and glared at Ruo Chen fiercely: "Wait a minute to clean up you." The next moment he held the sword and hit Lan Ji who was fighting.
The strong wind brought by the sword from the windless thorn made all the dead leaves on the ground curl up. It can be seen that the power of his sword is so powerful that it cannot be resisted by ordinary people.
"Be careful!" Shuangshuang reminded Lan Ji.
At this time, Lan Ji couldn't get out of her body at all, after all, she was entangled by two black-robed men. But now the situation is critical, and he has to force his side to avoid the sword stabbed by the windless. However, on this side, the black robe man in front of him leaped and lifted his leg to give Lan Ji a kick.
"Pop!" Lan Ji and Nie Yun on his back were kicked to the ground with this kick. Because Nie Yun landed first, a mouthful of blood spurted out. At the same time, it was this kick that caused Wufeng's sword to pierce the air, and Wufeng couldn't help but glared at the black-robed man. After all, the black-robed man had broken his own affairs.
At this time, Lan Ji didn't care whether No Wind would rush again, and immediately turned to help Nie Yun: "Are you okay?"
Nie Yun opened his weak eyes, and the clothes on his chest were stained red with blood. However, before speaking, he saw the windless holding the sword coming from behind Lan Ji. He couldn't help but pale in shock, weakly shouting: "Careful!" Then with all his strength, Lan Ji jerked away.
"Hu Chi!"
"Crack!"
The sharp sword pierced the clothes, and the sound of penetrating the bone sounded in the dark night.
It's quiet, everything is quiet. Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, and saw a windless sword pierced through Nie Yun's chest and then stretched out from behind. The tip of the sword was bright red and dripping drops of blood.
Nie Yun slowly lowered his head and looked at the sword pierced into his chest incredibly.
Ye Ruqing opened his mouth wide, watching this scene incredibly, and muttering to himself: "Is it so dead?"
Looking at this scene, Lan Ji shouted heartbreakingly: "No..."
The next moment he held the dagger and stabbed it without wind, but just moved, the black-robed man standing on her left jumped and gave Lan Ji a series of kicks.
"Papa Papa!" The continuous ringing sounded, and what was even more surprising was that Lan Ji was kicked off the cliff by the black-robed man.
In such a scene, the five demons were shocked and shouted in unison: "Weiwei..."
Nie Yun, who was pierced in his chest, looked in a trance, but he also saw Lan Ji being kicked off the cliff behind him. He couldn't help but look at the windlessness in front of him, staring at the windlessness angrily: "You..."
The distraught Nie Yun screamed to the sky, "Ah...puff..." Another big mouthful of blood spurted out, directly on the windless face.
At this time, the windlessness was also stunned. He had no idea that Lan Ji was kicked off the cliff by his own people. He dared not face Nie Yun's eyes for a while, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, because it was completely unexpected. To my surprise. Right now, the black-robed man who turned his head and stared at him, his eyes were full of murderous intent.
But he knew that he couldn't fall short of his success now, so he smiled yinly at Nie Yun in front of him: "Black Blade, goodbye!"
The next moment, he drew out the sword that pierced Nie Yun's chest, then lifted his leg and kicked Nie Yun's chest abruptly, kicking Nie Yun off the cliff.
"Nie Yun..." Ruo Chen's sad voice came.
"Kill the windless, take revenge for Weiwei." The five demon witches and Lan Ji are very good, now Lan Ji fell off the cliff and died, naturally want revenge. The killing intent at the moment was more than twice as strong as before.
"Dangdang!" The sound of weapons fighting was endless, Ruochen's face was full of grief, and he stared at no wind: "Miscellaneous, don't kill you, I swear not to be a man!"
At this moment, Wufeng looked at the place where Nie Yun fell down the cliff, and said softly: "Life and death are only destiny." The next moment he held the blood-stained soft sword and threw Ruochen in his hands.
Suddenly, the flying knife man of the dragon group came out: "The thing was stolen by the woman, chase it!"
This sentence attracted the attention of everyone, after all, for that thing, each was a loss of soldiers. Looking around, I saw that Xue Ling actually snatched the backpack while everyone was in a daze.
Ye Wuqing, the prince, Kunfeng, and the people of the Dragon Group would naturally not be entangled with Wufeng, they chased Xue Ling one after another. Although the remaining five demon witches were very angry, they were hard to beat with four hands. They still focused on the overall situation and couldn't help chasing in Xue Ling's direction.
The remaining Ruochen did not leave, but was alone. After all, Nie Yun died in the hands of this guy and had to kill him to avenge him.
"Boy, I don't have the time to take care of you right now." Wufeng didn't want this guy to be entangled, and now he used the lost magic step, like a phantom quickly disappearing before Ruochen's eyes. As soon as he left, the people in black robes chased after him.
Although Ruochen is strong, but without decent footwork, he can't catch up with No Wind for a while. The next anger: "Let you escape to the end of the world, I will also find you and kill you—"
The sound didn't go away in this wood for a long time.
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That mysterious iron box aroused the contention between mercenaries, gods, brotherhood, blood dhara, dragon group, and punishment. However, on the way, the Black Blade grabbed the iron box, and the battle that was about to be put down because of the penalty box grabbed the iron box once again fell into chaos. It doesn’t matter that this fall into place has caused numerous deaths and injuries to the mercenaries; hundreds of special police officers in China lost their eyes, their hands and feet became disabled; the brotherhood died of the Iron Fist King and the top ten demon kings; the god-controlled flowers were cut off from their lives; blood Dhara's Lan Ji was knocked off the cliff; the black blade was pierced by a sword and kicked off the cliff. It can be said that there is no hope of survival; there is only a dragon group and there is not much loss in the penalty.
However, under the competition of so many forces, Xue Ling, who had a mysterious identity and held important positions hidden in God Control, took the opportunity to grab the mysterious iron box. I don't know what kind of bloody storm her grab will cause.
One day later, in a certain place, the Shenkong organization base, the boss started the company. I saw the boss sitting on a leather chair with his eyes closed, holding a fist in one hand and placing it on the desk in front of him. A deep voice sounded: "Where is Xue Ling now?"
"After Xue Ling grabbed the iron box, his whereabouts are still unknown." A cold figure appeared on the LCD TV on the opposite wall: "Boss, are we going to order her to kill her?"
The boss who closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes. Looking at the picture coldly: "Are you sure she betrayed the organization?"
"Boss, the current situation has made it clear that Xue Ling is a spy who eats inside and out. Otherwise, she will definitely send us a signal to respond after snatching the tin box, but so far there is nothing. And she has cut off contacting us for everything. All the ways in which he is evaporating in the world. So I dare to conclude that this bitch has been bought by someone from the moment he entered the control of God."
"If she can betray me, who else can I trust?" The boss's face was very haggard, and it could be seen that he could not accept Xue Ling's betrayal. After all, when Xue Ling was twelve years old, her deceased wife brought her back from the outside. It can be said that she was treated as a daughter (7), otherwise she would not be entrusted with the position of the manager of the team. Give it to her.
Listening to the boss's words, the coldness in the picture frowned for no reason. Because he felt a crisis of trust. When you show your stance, say to your boss unswervingly: "Boss, I'm a person controlled by the gods, and death is a ghost controlled by the gods. I will live and die with the boss together with the boss."
The boss took a deep look at Cold Strategy, but didn't say anything; after a long time, he sighed: "Xue Ling, I don't care about it, you can take care of it."
"What does the boss mean?" He said coldly with a gesture of wiping his neck.
The boss nodded in tacit agreement, and then asked, "Is that black blade really dead?"
"Even though I was not present at the time, Ye Wuqing, Prince Edward, and Kunfeng were all there. They all saw the windless sword pierce Black Blade's chest. In addition, he was originally injured and was kicked off the cliff. It’s estimated that even the Immortal Daluo will have a hard time getting back to life. Moreover, the Spear Demon Ruochen is also chasing the windlessness everywhere, wanting to avenge Black Blade, so this matter is absolutely true."
The boss nodded: "That's good, the absence of such a confidant problem as Black Blade can be regarded as a happy event among these troubles."
"Then are we going to fight for that iron box now?" Leng Ce continued to ask.
"People are going to die, and things are going to be snatched." After the boss said, he sighed, as if he was making a determination. After a while, I got off, only to hear him say: "To start a big cleansing in the organization, I would rather kill a thousand mistakes than let go of a spy."
As soon as he said this, his cold eyelids jumped twice. After all, this matter is not a joke. He immediately looked at the boss: "Boss, you have to think twice. Once a strong reaction is caused, the consequences will be disastrous."
"I don't know, but I can only do this now. I don't want to see another Xue Ling betraying at a critical moment. You can do this secretly. Go!" After speaking, he waved his hand and turned off the video. .
The coldness of this head, sitting in a chair, frowning, and muttering to himself: "The organization is declining."