Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 348 The Battle of Seven Kills
"It's raining." Su Muyu raised her head slightly, and opened the oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Li Hanyi glanced at him: "Does it like rain everywhere you go? That's why you always carry an umbrella?"

Su Muyu gently turned the handle of the umbrella, with a bit of self-mockery in her tone: "Maybe."

"I found out that you have a habit." Li Hanyi said lightly.

"Huh?" Su Muyu turned to look at Li Hanyi. He also wore a ghost mask on his face, which was carved by the same craftsman as Ji Ruofeng's mask, except that Su Muyu's The ghost on the mask showed fierce fangs, while Ji Ruofeng had a weird smile.

"Once you want to kill someone, you start turning the handle of the umbrella." Li Hanyi said.

Su Muyu's hand stopped slightly, and then it still turned slightly.

"Why do you always wear this mask?" Li Hanyi asked.

"Because I'm a puppet." Su Muyu replied, "Puppet, the ghost among men."

"Inexplicable." Li Hanyi curled his lips.

"Umbrella Ghost, the most feared killer of the Underworld generation." Wang Rensun stuck the long knife in his hand into the ground, "But you disappeared for a long time, I thought you were dead, but I didn't expect you to be dead. puppet."

"Puppet, what exactly is it?" Ye Xiaofan was puzzled.

"The so-called puppet is the leader of the assassin group directly under the head of the Anhe family. He directly obeys the orders of the head of the family, so he no longer accepts ordinary assassin missions." After Wen Leng of the Wen family finished speaking, he coughed lightly. Extremely pale, as if seriously ill.

Lei Qianting fiddled with the pilizi in his hand: "This time, he actually teamed up with the puppet of the dark river. Speaking of going back to Leijiabao, those people in the clan might not believe it."

"First of all, you have to go back to Leijiabao with your life." Luo Yulan in red smiled coquettishly, "What we have to face is Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Demon Cult."

"Shall we create some kind of formation?" Lei Qianting asked.

Luo Yulan laughed "giggling": "What kind of formation can the seven of us make up on the spur of the moment, to put it bluntly, it's just three words."

"Let's go together." Su Muyu said lightly.

Luo Yulan smiled and nodded: "Yes, let's go together."

"But I've already prepared the formation." Lei Qianting glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth, "Maybe we don't have the chance to go together."

"So loud? Could it be that you brought the Qilin Huoya from Leijiabao?" Luo Yulan asked quietly.

"Don't test me." Lei Qianting glanced at Luo Yulan, "Until the last moment, none of us will show our cards."

Luo Yulan lowered his head and smiled.

Ye Xiaofan and Wang Rensun looked at each other.

The warm and cold cough suddenly became heavier.

Li Hanyi frowned.

Su Muyu was still gently turning the handle of the umbrella.

"We all know that this is a battle of nine lives and one death, and it is also a once-in-a-lifetime battle!" Lei Qianting said loudly, "I will invite you first for this battle!"

On the edge of the farmland in the distance, a figure had already appeared. He stood there far away, looking at the thatched hut here.

The seven people here were so far away that they couldn't even see the man's face clearly, but there was a voice in their hearts.

This is Ye Dingzhi.

Although they were far apart, there was still a strong, gloomy sense of oppression, which made their breaths become short of breath.

Luo Yulan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What a terrible opponent."

Su Muyu's hand that was turning the handle of the umbrella stopped suddenly.

"Not the timing!" Li Hanyi whispered.

Wang Rensun swallowed.

Ye Dingzhi walked forward slowly.

Lei Qianting took a step forward and threw the three thunderbolts at Ye Dingzhi.

"The three thunderbolts also want to kill Ye Dingzhi?" Wang Rensun sneered.

"No." Su Muyu said in a deep voice.

Lei Qianting spit out two words softly: "Lei Chi."

"The Thunder Pond Formation in Leijiabao!" Wang Rensun said in surprise.

After the three thunderbolts fell to the ground, the land in front of Ye Dingzhi exploded, but then even more terrifying explosions sounded, one after another.

Lei Qianting muttered softly on his lips.

"Wa Ke thunder!"

"Bugu Leimon!"

"A thunderbolt from the blue sky!"

"One thunder and two flashes!"

"Thunderstorm!"

"A series of five Tianzi-level gunpowder from Leijiabao." Wang Rensun frowned, "It's really worth the money."

"There is another one." Lei Qianting took a long breath, "The Qilin roars!"

"Kirin Roar, Leijiabao is second only to Qilin Huoya's gunpowder." Wen Leng's usually calm voice fluctuated a little, "I didn't expect the Lord Leibao to give you all this."

Lei Qianting's pupils narrowed slightly, but his voice was slightly cold: "Why?"

I saw that the land in the distance had been blown up into dust, and if it was an ordinary person, there would have been no bones left, but the seven people knew that Ye Dingzhi was definitely not that simple, at least they could still see the dust Among them, there was a figure still standing there, and even Lei Qianting knew that if the Qilin Roar hadn't exploded, then the remaining five shots of gunpowder would not be able to kill Ye Dingzhi.

The figure in the dust waved his hand lightly to disperse the dust, and his black clothes shone with silver light, as if a whole wave of true energy covered his body.

"It's impossible to use phaseless skills." Su Muyu said lightly.

Lei Qianting stared at Ye Dingzhi's feet, where was his last buried weapon - Qilin Roar, but Ye Dingzhi's foot stepped into the ground, and the roar was not heard.

"Brother Lei, it seems that your hope of becoming famous once has been shattered." Wang Rensun pulled out the knife in the ground, "But it's not in vain. At least the sound of firecrackers that I haven't heard this year's Chinese New Year is enough today."

Lei Qianting gritted his teeth and began to congeal between his fingers.

"Ye Dingzhi!" Wang Rensun pointed at the man in the distance with a knife, "Run now! There is still time!"

"It's too late!" Luo Yulan rushed towards Ye Dingzhi, his red clothes fluttering like a flame ignited.

Wang Rensun also jumped up, swung the long knife in his hand, and there seemed to be a scream in the wind.

Smashing the sky knife, smashing the sky with one knife!

"Are you looking for an opportunity?" Li Hanyi glanced at Su Muyu.

Su Muyu still looked ahead silently, gently rotating the handle of the umbrella.

"You are the calmest swordsman I have ever seen. Every time you make a move, it is life and death. I have observed your sword attack when fighting against the Demon Cult." Li Hanyi said slowly, "I would like to fight with you if I have the chance. You try the sword."

"You're wrong, I'm a killer, not a swordsman." Su Muyu looked up at the tiny raindrops in the sky.

"Opportunity is never waited for, but created. Wen Leng is not talented, and he does not seek to become famous, but is willing to create that chance." Wen Leng also jumped out.

(End of this chapter)