Chapter 496: Shadow reproduction

Chapter 496 Shadow Reproduction
Hurricane, no eyebrows, eyebrows, point of thumb, pull up the ground, the long sword in the hands out, bring a cold and cold, unrelenting stab to the ninja!
Wind remnants, swords drifting zero, cold flashes, light and shadow again and again!
Hurricane, no trace of the long sword in the middle of the sky in a beautiful arc, pierced the chest of two ninjas in an instant, blood spurted out, raised two red blood lines, ninja eyes rounded, plop I fell to the ground and didn't breathe...
The other ninjas suddenly squinted, and their body shape turned into the ground...
The hurricane, without a trace, stepped forward and sharply glanced on the ground. Suddenly, a ninja emerged from the bottom of the hurricane and slashed his sword to the hurricane...
The hurricane glanced at it and quickly evaded it. He only listened to the ‘brush’, the long sword wiped his clothes across, and his arm was drawn out of a long big mouth, and the red blood instantly ooze out...
"Hurricane!" There was no trace of the eyelids, and the sword slammed into the ninja, the ninja 嗖 的, and got into the ground.
Another ninja smashed out from behind without a trace, and suddenly slashed his sword to no trace, without a trace of sword blocking, but slowed for a moment, the long sword slid across his calf, drawn a deep wound, blood stained Red clothes...
‘Brushing brush! The ninjas were hiding in the ground, waiting for the plane to attack the guards. A famous guard was seriously injured or killed. A body was planted one after another...
Murong Xue’s cold eyes narrowed up slightly: the ninjas’ sorrows were gone, the hurricane, the traces, and the guards were somewhat unworthy. To defeat the ninjas, they must first crack their squatting skills. The Fusang people created it, it is very mysterious and very powerful, but it is not without traces...
Murong Xue carefully stared at the ground and saw a piece of land slightly soft, a pair of eyes looming in the soil: "Hurricane, half left in the left!"
The hurricane's eyes were slightly condensed, and the sword was tied to the left rear. He only heard the sound of ‘嗤’, and the long sword stabbed the ninja, and the blood smashed...
"No trace, right half step..."
"Huo Tong, half step behind..."
Murong Xue's cold eyes glanced quickly on the ground, commanding a word and a word, in an orderly manner.
Hurricane, no trace, Huo Tong hand-swinged a sword, plunged into a piece of underground, raised a red bloodline...
The East is looking forward to Murong Xue, and the bottom of the scream is stunned by the horror: Fusang Ninja has always been a ghost, can hide in the ground, trunks and other places, carry out sneak attacks, as long as they want to kill, They never lose their hands. They are more difficult than the dark guards, and they are more difficult than the desperate people in the killer organization. Unexpectedly, Murong Xue can find out their hiding places and remove them all...
Ouyang Shaohao also flashed a trace of surprise, and disappeared without a trace. In the eyes of Murong Xue, there was a touch of helplessness...
'laugh! 'The last ninja was killed, hurricane, no trace, Huo Tong took his hand, only saw the bodies of the ninjas buried half in the soil, the red blood oozing out of the wound, dyed the ground, thick smell Spread in the air...
Huo Tong stepped forward and said, "The seven emperors, the ninja is full!"
The East was faint, and looked up at Murong Xue: "Thank you for your help."
Murong Xue smiled softly: "You are welcome, someone can invite this group of ninjas to assassinate the seven emperors, and certainly can invite the next batch, and the seven emperors should be more careful..."
"I know!" The East nodded and nodded, and the bottom of the sill flashed a touch of cold and dark.
‘Hey! There was a slight wind breaking in the silent air. Dozens of black people descended from the sky, and they waved their swords to the guards without mercy.
Murong Xue Xueyu Weiwei: Fusang Ninja has just died, and then a group of assassins, who is offended by the East? Assassinated, endless...
Black people are like ghosts. They shuttle back and forth between the guards. The long sword cuts the clothes, and the sound and sound of the flesh and blood rang. The guards have not reacted to what happened. They have already lost their lives under the black man’s sword...
Such a fast speed is like the Guardian of the Happy Kings. However, their martial arts moves and the atmosphere they radiate are not the sorrows of the sorrowful kings. But why does she feel familiar?
Murong Xue frowned slightly, a black man flew up, and his sword slammed in his hand. The necks of the three guards were instantly cut open, and the red blood flew.
Murong’s eyes flashed in the blink of an eye. The epileptic patient she had inadvertently encountered had used such a trick. The speed of the episode was exactly the same as that of the black man in front.
"Stop your hands, stop!" Murong Xue looked at the people in black and screamed: "You are the shadow guards?"
The black people looked at the micro-condensation, and they all stopped moving, looking at Murong Xue. Ten years later, they heard their unique names from other populations.
"Yes, we are the shadow guards!" The first black man came forward and looked at Murong Xuedao: "The girl is..."
"Murong Xue!" Murong Xue worded!
The black man looked at him: "Missy..."
Murong Xue looked cold and cold and looked at him. "This is the town of Houfu. You are the shadow guard of the town of Houfu. You actually ran to the town of Houfu to kill the ring..."
"The young lady is angry, and the young master has given orders to the servants, and cooperated with the ninja to kill the seven kings of Xiliang, and the servants have to obey!" The black man said lowly, his voice was powerful.
Murong Xue's gaze is micro-coagulation: "Less Lord? What is the Lord?"
"It is the young master that Hou Ye set in the past. He contacted the squad members..." The black man whispered.
Murong Xue’s cold eyes slammed fiercely:
You mean, the tokens have appeared!

"Yes!" The black people focus on the key, Hou Ye passed away, they are naturally believers, recognize the Lord as the main!
It is no wonder that she searched the town of Houfu, did not find the tokens, the original tokens have long been taken away! It’s a good thing to the shadow guards that Murong has personally cultivated.
Murong Xue’s mouth curled up with a cold smile and raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in black:
Who is the person who holds the token?

"This... I don't know what to do!" The black man shook his head slightly.
Murong Xue’s bright face instantly darkened:
When you were in the life of that person, did you not see what the man looked like?

The black man sighed: "Return to Missy, who wears a black cloak and a hood, and the savage staff naturally cannot see him."
Black cloak, hood!
Murong Xue was stunned by the snow, and his mind suddenly appeared to Murong Xue under the cold poison. The man was wearing a black cloak and a hood. The whole body was hidden in the darkness. It was so gloomy, so weird...
(End of this chapter)