I built the Xian Qin multiverse empire

A knife appeared silently from the void, this sword had strange marks, almost integrated with the void, no matter which direction you looked at, you could not see the outline of the knife, it was like a perfect fusion into the void, which existed in this place.

Without a sound, without a trace of killing intent, this knife quickly approached the back of Ying Zheng's head.

Nie Yin made a move!

Like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows to hunt its prey, it suddenly bursts out, revealing its vicious fangs.

Worthy of the king of assassins, his sword has no flaws, moving clouds and waters, and the sky is fantastic, and it is completely a gesture that can be found without a trace, and without even a hundredth of a breath, his sword can pierce into Yingzheng's head.

Nie Yin's expression was cold, his whole body was black, pitch black clothes, the skin on his face was also covered with a layer of black blue, his beard, and his hair was also pitch black, only two eye beads flashed with a strange blood light in the dark night, cold, ruthless determination to kill.

Between this electric flint, Nie Yin felt that his knife had touched Ying Zheng's hair.

Time became slow, slow, horrible.

Nie Yin felt so, he saw that Ying Zheng, who was already mortal, suddenly turned around, as if he was looking at him face to face, and his two fingers, under this terrifying knife of life and death, were like clamping feathers, easily clamping the sword of the assassin king.

Time froze.

Nie Yin couldn't believe his eyes, those hands were slender, but they didn't look like a hand that could hold his knife, but it was such a slender and ordinary hand, more powerful than anything, firmly clamping his knife.

The next moment, Nie Yin's pupils contracted, and the void around him seemed to freeze, firmly fixing his body in place, and the knife in his hand didn't know when it appeared in Ying Zheng's hand.

Nie Yin was known as the king of assassins, and if he was assassinated in a latent manner, even a peak grandmaster would die in his hands.

However, just now, he had been planning for a long time, paying attention to the knife of his life's cultivation and belief, and was actually caught between the two fingers of Ying Zheng's understatement, which was simply a subversion of his world view.

Then he saw hot blood spilling from his throat and splashing onto his face and neck.

Until the moment when his consciousness dissipated, he still did not understand what kind of knife it was, he watched this knife approach his throat and wipe his throat, but he could not do anything to avoid this knife.

Huan Zheng looked at Nie Yin who was not blind to death, opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't say a word, and his eyes revealed a silent sentence: "Your knife, it's too slow!"

From Nie Yin's assassination to Huan Zheng's use of his knife to wipe his neck, it didn't even take half a second.

At this time, four shadows rushed over.

The residual blood and flying snow strike together, shuangbi, these two people are also supreme, their swords seem to have an inexplicable weirdness, people can't help but want to feel at a glance, their swords, without touching, just by the eyes, can feel the sharpness of the sword, at a glance, you can feel the eyes, and even the soul is bleeding.

The big gun in Changkong is ancient, sharp, up to two feet long, divided into two blades, and sharp, exuding an aura that can penetrate everything and move forward.

Rumble!

Zhao Sheng threw a punch, like a fierce beast pounced on Ying Zheng, his fist pressed the air, and the fist was directed, directly beating the space in front of him into a vacuum.

In fact, the four people were also frightened in their hearts at this time, they never expected that Nie Yin's assassination not only did not achieve an inch, but was like an ant moving to be trampled to death by Ying Zheng.

It's just that the four people have to send arrows on the string, and at the moment Nie Yin assassinated, they made a move, and they must ensure that Ying Zheng died completely, but at the moment of the shot, Nie Yin died in the hands of Ying Zheng.

The moment Nie Yin died, their hearts seemed to be grabbed by a strong big hand, almost suffocating.

Between this electric flint, the assassination and counter-killing were almost to the extreme, and in only half a second, they didn't even have time to think about it, and their minds were blank, and they had already arrived in front of Ying Zheng.

Swish!

The fierce sword light of the pair of carriers of the broken sword Feixue stabbed fiercely towards Ying Zheng.

The sword light vibrated and traveled like a dragon, seemingly ignoring the space, and directly pierced in front of Ying Zheng's eyes.

Under the pressure of life and death, the sword of the broken sword Feixue contained all their determination, faith, killing intent, skill, and the way of assassination to the peak.

It is the strongest sword in his life, and it can even leave a strong mark in the history of assassins.

"Nice assassination. "

There is no sorrow or joy in government.

Thundered!

The aura in a radius of hundreds of zhang was suddenly condensed by Ying Zheng, and in an instant, it turned into a giant hand with a ten-zhang square circle, rolling up the howling wind in the sky, sealing off all the space where the four people were, shrouded, and shooting at them fiercely.

The giant palm came instantly, as if the heaven and earth were overturned, and the pressure heavier than the mountain rushed to the face, and the oppressive four people could not break through.

The four people's scalps exploded, their hands and feet were cold, and in the face of this almost unavoidable palm, they were terrified, and the cold voice of Ying Zheng sounded in their ears:

"What gives you the illusion that you can assassinate a widow?"

Bang bang bang!

Whether it was Zhao Sheng's fist, the gun in the sky, the double sword of the broken sword and the combination of Feixue, they were all vulnerable under the giant palm of Ying Zheng and shattered in an instant.

Thundered!

The giant palm fell with a bang, shaking violently in a radius of hundreds of meters.

This is still Ying Zheng's strength, if he strikes with all his strength, the radius of thousands of meters will become flat ground.

Rao was so, the giant palm of ten zhang square circle fell fiercely, how powerful it was, almost equivalent to an eighth-magnitude earthquake, about to collapse the house. _

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