Blue and White Society Chapter 345: Are they fishing?

After killing forty assassins in one go, Mo Poor let out a long breath.

There were two or three big cats and kittens left, and Mo Poor greeted them with a dagger in his hand.

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

The attack power is much smaller than he expected, and the sharpness is far less than the assassins he has encountered before.

Compared with the assassins I met at first, the perspectives of these men in black are very unskilled. Mo Qiong can see them with a glance of eagle eyes, and no longer needs to rotate to block.

The dagger supported the Hidden Blade, swung it around, and stabbed back at the enemy, allowing the Hidden Blade to be inserted into the opponent's neck.

It stands to reason that as long as the opponent concentrates, they can pull out the Hidden Blade the moment it penetrates the neck, so it is not fatal.

But the black-clothed assassin in front of him didn't do it, and killed himself with a puff.

Their strength and reaction are far inferior to Mo Poor.

After stabbing a few to death casually, Mo Qiong abandoned the knife and captured one with his bare hands.

Forcibly pressed the assassin's hands back on the carpet, firstly the joints were removed, and then Mo Poor freed up one hand to **** up and down.

After touching it twice, Mo Poor's prestige was blocked suddenly, and he felt his hand being pricked by something.

It was only then that he discovered that there were many barbs hidden on the surface of the black-clothed assassin's robe, and these thorns were as thin as a cow's hair. Fortunately, he was protected by a majestic suit.

Faced with these thorns, Mo Poor's first reaction was that they were poisonous.

Presumably, if this acupuncture design does not quench the poison, it is meaningless and has no lethality.

"The previous assassins didn't have such little tricks...the same assassin in black, why is there such a big difference in strength?" Mo Qiong asked.

"Anyone who dares to block the Assassin's Blade must die. I killed two of you Lan Bai Club and six of Harman's bodyguards. It is not a loss to die in your hands. Are you a member of the club, Beta? Or Gamma ?" The assassin asked calmly after being held down by Mo Poor without panicking at all.

Mo Poor replied: "Alpha."

The assassins were stunned. What their mentor told them was that most of the alpha members could be killed by their mentors, and a small number of beta members could also be killed by their mentors.

However, in one breath just now, Mo Qiong killed forty assassins, including four genuine mentors.

If Mo Poor was not too young, the assassin would have suspected that Mo Poor was a member of the Gamma Society.

However, honors do not necessarily fully correspond to strength. Although mentors correspond to beta-level, there will also be a small group of novice members who are particularly strong.

It seems that Mo Poor is that kind of particularly tough one.

"No wonder the mentors can be killed, the Lanbai Society has updated its weapons again, what is that wooden bird?" the assassin asked.

Mo Qiong gave him a blank look. He also knew that assassins were not afraid of interrogation, so he just asked casually, but he didn't expect that the assassin not only didn't say anything, but turned his back on him.

He admitted that Mo Poor's marksmanship was excellent, but he paid more attention to the wooden bird. In the end, the wooden bird flew wantonly in the air and chopped down the assassin like a whirlwind. It was really terrifying.

If every member has this thing, the personal ability of the members will be raised to another level.

Mo Poor also guessed what he was afraid of when he asked this question, and said deliberately: "The club has approved the armed wooden armored beasts. If you all have this strength, a random member of the Alpha club can solve a large group of you." Assassin."

Although honors are not titles of strength, members with high honors are often particularly powerful, because they have made outstanding achievements and have more containment points to strengthen themselves.

Like Lord Gou, although there is no absolute characteristic, but just derivatives, I don’t know how much I have eaten. Danmu has been eaten for more than ten years. Lord Gou reckoned to go into the alchemy furnace It's all right.

You know that guy is a 'local tyrant' who has to use adaptive seeds to grow tobacco...

After hearing what Mo Poor said, the assassin sneered and did not speak.

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

"Have you ever fished?" the assassin said suddenly.

Mo Poor was shocked and frowned, "What do you mean?"

"When you think about this question clearly, you will know why." The assassin showed a mysterious smile.

Mo Poor put the knife on his neck and said, "Please explain clearly, do you know anything?"

The assassin giggled, stretched his neck with all his strength and sent it to the knife, causing an artery to burst and blood to burst on the spot.

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

Fishing... the little brother is fishing? Are you fishing for the blue and white club?

Do you want to continue implementing today's plan? Will there be any trap?

With doubts, Mo Poor escorted Haman towards the racecourse.

He forced himself not to think about it again, but he always had an ominous premonition, as if it was related to a very important matter.

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

It was an assassin in white who jumped down from the sky suddenly. When he fell, he fell silently. By the time Mo Poor realized it, he had already approached within two meters.

When Mo Poor found him, he only saw a cold light and a fleeting white shadow, his vision was wonderfully stuck.

"Ding!"

Mo Poor tried his best to block, but was knocked over by a huge force, and he staggered more than three meters.

So strong, this is the first time he actually handed over the white-clothed assassins hand-to-hand. Before that, he killed them in a flash, which made these white-clothed assassins who claimed to be able to kill even Beta members die for no reason.

As soon as they fight at this moment, they know that this assassin is nearly twice as strong as him, with a strength of at least 1,500 kilograms.

While extremely sensitive, it is also as fierce as a bear!

If it's just about strength, Mo Qiong is worth it once, no matter how strong he is, is he as strong as the ghost of Mount Tai?

If it's just that the speed is fast, Mo Qiong is not in vain, no matter how fast he has the idea to be fast?

The combination of the two is a killing weapon.

"Ding ding!" Mo Poor blocked continuously, feeling as if his hand was about to break.

He used both hands and was pressed and beaten.

If you can't see the other party, Mo Poor can only be fooled!

"Fighting..." Mo Poor waved a throwing knife and shot directly behind him.

But this is obviously whimsical. Even if Mo Poor predicts the position, the opponent can even dodge bullets. This kind of shooting that doesn't directly lock the target, but hits somewhere in midair, can naturally dodge.

However, Mo Poor couldn't throw the knife smoothly. He freed his hand, quickly took out two needles, and stuck them into his ears.

In an instant, everything was silent, and he closed his hearing.

Through the communicator, read the password silently and play the reverse song.

In the ten or so seconds of listening to the song, Mo Poor's hand was almost dislocated when he blocked it.

"Dead!" The assassin in white snorted coldly.

However, the moment the knife was released from his hand, it flew horizontally and collided with the assassin's Hidden Blade automatically!

This time, the Hidden Blade shifted slightly, and it could still penetrate the neck as usual.

But after the Hidden Blade stabbed down, the assassin in white found that his neck had become thinner! The blow he was bound to get, he missed it and turned into a slap on the opponent's neck.

Even so, he vomited with all his strength, wanting to slap the neck off.

Unexpectedly, the opponent did not hold back his hands, and suddenly shrank his legs and hugged his head, and the whole person huddled into a ball, and jumped out with a whimper.

At the same time, Haman, who had been dragging his legs all the time, suddenly felt the thighs in his arms become thinner and smaller, and slipped out of his hands.

How could he let his thigh slip away, and he hurried to grab it, but only grabbed a boot and a pair of pants.

Looking at Mo Poor again, he has already turned into a little girl. She shrinks into a ball and jumps out for a few meters in an instant.

In this sudden twist, Mo Poor was already facing the enemy, and he took out a small dagger in his hand. His body and sword became a straight line, and he went straight to the assassin.

Turn back in the air and fly like lightning!

"Is this the runaway form of a member?" The assassin in white felt that Mo Qiong was so fast that he had already surpassed him.

He quickly dodged, trying to get out of Mo Poor's field of view again, but Mo Poor's body was light, and he was much faster than turning around in the air before with the same strength.

It is no longer possible to block his vision.

Not only that, but Mo Poor even locked on the target, and it was useless for the assassin in white to escape to the ends of the earth.

"Huh?" The assassin in white was amazed, he dodged six times in a row, and Mo Poor accurately predicted all six times.

The sword in his hand seemed to be waved casually, and he went straight to chase him, no matter how he evaded, he followed him like a shadow.

The assassin in white tossed and turned back and forth on the ground and in mid-air, but was always pursued by Mo Qiong.

At the back, he simply retreated violently, only to see Mo Poor's little feet frantically kicking the air in mid-air, accelerating continuously, and then suddenly let go of his hand in mid-air, and the sword flew straight out of his hand.

"Huh?"

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

The moment the assassin blocked it, the corners of the mouth of the white-clothed assassin turned up slightly.

The assassin in white made a backhand force, trying to push the dagger back, and counterattacked.

However, with all his strength, he heard a click, and the ax shattered...

"What!"

The assassin in white watched in horror as Mo Poor's flying sword pierced through the face of the axe, piercing his heart without slowing down.

"How is it possible..."

The assassin in white couldn't figure out how this sword could be so powerful, but knowing that he would die, he smashed the broken one-handed ax viciously, wanting to replace Mo Poor.

Unexpectedly, Mo Poor had already pulled out his gun, and he flicked it like a convulsion!

With a bang, the bullet sent half of the one-handed ax flying in the air.

The white-clothed assassin's pupils shrank, this marksmanship...

"The forty brothers in the temple... were you killed?" The white-clothed assassin had lost all his strength, and staggered against a tree behind him, sliding down slowly.

"It's me." Mo Poor admitted.

"Gamma? Forget it, it doesn't matter." The white-clothed assassin had seen the corpses in the bedroom, and four of them were shot dead.

Although most of them are fake, but the assassins in white are real masters, and they were killed in real ways.

No wonder I was unable to attack for a long time, and was killed by him...

During the final moments, the white-clothed assassin looked at the black dots soaring in the sky, which were his beloved eagles.

He closed his eyes slowly, and at this moment, Mo Poor suddenly asked, "What do you mean by fishing?"

The assassin who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Poor, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile, which was as weird and inexplicable as the black-clothed assassin before him.

"When you think about this problem, you will know."

"Huh?" Mo Poor frowned, and said the same thing again, the same way that person answered him before.

There must be a mystery in this!

But after the white-clothed assassin finished speaking, the last of his strength was gone, and he died silently under the tree.

After seeing him dying, Mo Qiong was confused.

"What the **** does fishing mean?"

He felt that there must be something strange, there must be a huge conspiracy hidden here.

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