Chapter 489: Assassination of Nangong Yurong

Nangong Yurong left the door of the ground very calmly, without any trace of nostalgia.
A hazy gaze hid in the dark, quietly watching Nangong Yurong leave, the cold flashes in his eyes, murderous.
Nangong Yurong was so embarrassed and walked aimlessly. When he returned, he discovered that he had already gone to a wasteland in the suburbs.
Nangong Yurong was surrounded.
Hundreds of masked people who couldn't see the face surrounded Nangong Yurong in the middle, and looked carefully at Nangong Yurong, who looked expressionless. Obviously, they did not have enough confidence to kill Nangong Yurong.
"Nangong Yuhua sent." Nangong Yurong mouth with a hint of mocking smile: "It seems that I am not dead, he is really difficult to reassure..."
"You'd better do it yourself, or else, wait for us to shoot, maybe you will accidentally ruin the face of the son." A mask person seems to be very kindly reminded that he knows that Nangong Yurong is very fond of his face. Value, except those who are the disciples of the ground, who can be.
"Since I chose to kill me, I don't talk nonsense, let's do it." Nangong Yurong first started to be strong, and hundreds of papers came out at the same time, and flew out in all directions.
Those masks did not dare to neglect, and they ate a piece of paper of various colors, and the paper of Nangong Yurong was smashed together. The paper and the paper were hit together, and they almost did not play their role. They cancel each other out and lose their effect.
After throwing out a batch of paper, Nangong Yurong quickly threw a second batch of paper, and those masks could not fall behind, and they also followed the Nangong Yurong to throw a paper.
One of the differences between elite disciples and ordinary disciples, such as the Ganmen Gate, is the speed and quantity of the paper.
Obviously, as the son of the door of the ground, Nangong Yurong is enough to use one or more hundred.
The sky-like paper looks like a group of children playing on a paper, but everyone understands that if you are a little careless and slow, you may see red on the spot.
For this little head, they dare not have a contemptuous heart.
"Broken, now." Nangong Yurong handed out a flashing "broken" word, and then pointed it with a sword. With a bang, the word "broken" became a myriad of electric lights scattered around.
These electro-optic lights are like strong adhesion, and they are automatically absorbed on the mask paper that the mask people cast.
A burst of humming sounds, those electro-optic lights wipe out the masks that the maskers cast out, and Nangong Yurong’s own papers were rushed toward the masks.
Finally, after the two sides insisted for five or six minutes, Nangong Yurong took advantage of a broken sign and took the upper hand.
"Body protection." Those masks were so scared that they quickly cast amulet paper, and a layer of blue halo covered them, letting Nangong Yurong's papers madly squat, at most in their blue glow. A few scorpions on the top disappeared without a trace.
Nangong Yurong looks cold, these blue halo amulets are only available to the elite disciples in the door. Unexpectedly, Nangong Yuhua even draws over a hundred elite disciples to kill themselves. Are these guys not afraid of being palmed? Did the door know that it was punished?
Although his Nangong Yurong has nothing to do with the dry door, he is a son of Nangongzan. Nangongzan can allow himself to kill his son, but he will never let others move his son.
If these guys are known by Nangong, they must have only one end: death.
However, Nangong Yurong did not want these guys to kill themselves and then let Nangong praise himself for revenge, so he had to do it himself by Nangong Yurong.
The more than a hundred masked people saw Nangong Yurong and could not break their amulet paper. They were in a good mood: "Brothers, together, kill him, so as not to have a long night dream."
For a time, those guys have released a variety of various papers, five-line characters, fixed-functions, lock space papers, anyway, can be used to attack and bind opponents' paper, all by them The release of an ancient brain.
Nangong Yurong sneered, a blue light flew out of his body and flew to his opponents.
"Oh..." Where the blue light went, those masks fell and the body was cut into several breaks.
At the same time that the masks fell, the papers they exhibited were lost because of the loss of the soul, or they turned into waste paper, or they disappeared into the air.
Nangong Yurong stood up and rushed toward the place where the fallen maskers had just stood.
The sky is full of papers, but it is not even a sweat from the Nangong Yurong.
And they had just cast out a paper attack, and they were facing a big cymbal and dancing like a sickle arm, swooping toward them.
"Ah,..." As the screams of the bursts rang, the masks were quickly cut into segments like radishes, and the ground was full of dead bodies.
The body-protected halo on them can only be turned into air after the thousand-armed attack.
In a twinkling of an eye, more than a hundred masked people were wiped out.
"Your uncle, slashing people is really cool, wow hahaha." The sorrowful laughter of the screamed, smugly slap each other with its foremost arms, making a slamming crash, showing off With your own fighting power.
Nangong Yurong waved his right hand, and the thousand-armed eagle who just wanted to continue to show off immediately turned into a blue light and flew back to the body of Nangong Yurong.
"I originally wanted to stay in the head candidate contest to deal with those guys. If you come to death yourself, then I will try your power."
Looking at the corpse of the land, Nangong Yurong did not have the slightest pity, gently patted the dust on his sleeve and walked in the direction of Xihe City without hesitation.
Nangong Yurong has decided to go to Xihe City to find Ling Xiao, let him help restore the two gimmicks of the child and the fragrance.
Since Ling Xiao has this ability to erase the memory of the child and Xiang Er without knowing it, maybe he has a way to restore the two heads to the soul.
Even if there is no way for Ling Xiao, his Nangong Yurong has already decided that even if he is going through every corner of the mainland, he can visit every capable person. As long as he can help the two hoes to restore their souls, his Nangong Yurong will pay for life. The price will not hesitate.
Because this is what his Nangong Yurong owes to them.
Not long after the Nangong Yurong walked, the statue of Nangongzan appeared on the side of the ground.
Nangong praised his face and changed his right hand. The masks of those people all flew down, revealing a face full of horror.
Watching yourself being cut into several segments, no matter who is dying, he will fix this expression on his face.
"You are all the elites of my work. I should have dealt with the aliens and the enemies, but I have extended my hand to my own people. You should die." Nan Gong praised the cold flashes and his fists creaked.
He did not dispose of Nangong Yuhua, but he did not expect that this son was still so obsessed with it and sent people to kill Nangong Yurong.
"Is it wrong?" Nangong praised his face, and he wanted to teach Nangong Yuhua a meal. However, Nangong Yurong is going further and further, and he will let his last son be scrapped. It’s all over the door.
Looking at his two sons who are in a state of fire, Nangong Zan can only wait and see.
However, these corpses are to bring back to the ground to let the disciples who dare to take shots at Nangong Yurong to see what kind of end they will end.
Nangong Yuhua is hiding at home and waiting for good news, but what he waited for was the face of his father in the Chamber of Deputies and the eccentric eyes of all the elite disciples in the martial art.
"Hey..." Nangong Yuhua looked at his father slyly and greeted him with a big slap in the face of his father.
"Hey." Nangong Yuhua's half face was swollen and he didn't explain anything, because it was useless to explain.
"Every elite disciple in my martial art listens, and there is no command of the head in the future. If anyone dares to take a shot at Nangong Yurong, this is your end." Nangong praised the big sleeves, the corpses and blood of the sky. The scene was extremely bloody, but it also achieved an unexpected shocking effect.
Those blood spilled on the face of Nangong Yuhua, turning the face of Nangong Yuhua into a face, even awkward.
"From today, without my order, you are not allowed to leave the ground to do half a step, or else, you can imagine yourself." Nangong praise suddenly screamed the sound of violent, but the calmer the tone, the more Let Nangong Yuhua feel chilling.
"Yes, the baby obeyed." Nangong Yuhua smiled bitterly, and his heart secretly said: Third brother, you are really a good means, one hundred and seven elite disciples have been killed by you, and my Nangong Yuhua is not as good as himself.
"In the name of your soul, I swear, today's things, no one is allowed to reveal a half sentence. Regarding the whereabouts of these disciples, you all said that you didn't know, and you heard no." Nangong praised and sang, all elite disciples answered in unison. : "I will follow the orders of the head."
Even if it is a dry door, Nangong Zan can't just cover the sky, if it is known by others, because his two sons have killed more than 100 elite disciples in the fight, fearing that he will not be able to keep Nangong Yuhua. punishment.
What's more, in addition to the Nangongzan, Nangong's three younger brothers and their sons are holding the position of the head. His Nangong praise must always be vigilant.
Those brothers seized the opportunity to pick up their hands and it is estimated that they will not be worse than Nangong Yuhua.
Now, he is only a son of Nangong Yuhua, and he is only able to do so.
Nangong praised his own temple and eliminated the meaning of exhaustion: "Jade, Yurong, I hope that the choice of your brothers is correct..."