Chapter 772: Assassin (2)

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After the monsoon smoke landed, the corner of the mouth twitched slightly.

Is it invisible? Interesting, but...

Her eyes flashed a glimmer of light.
"I have to see, who can hide more."
The voice of the monsoon smoke landed, and her slid across the evil sword, and then the wrist turned, and the evil sword fell in the direction of the ground.
In an instant, the figure of the monsoon smoke disappeared without a trace under the gaze of everyone.
"What is the situation?" Master Yue and others glimpsed a little, and blinked subconsciously.
The monsoon smoke disappeared and disappeared completely in front of their eyes.
What is even more shocking is that the breath of the monsoon smoke disappears without a trace.
This time, everyone is paralyzed.
As a top assassin, Master Wan is very simple to hide, but the monsoon smoke... How can she do it?
A series of questions are in the hearts of everyone.
At the same time, the tens of thousands of masters who are advancing rapidly are surprised.
The breath of the monsoon smoke disappeared completely, and he could not perceive her existence.
However, in the midst of it, Master Wan has a hunch, and the monsoon smoke is near him.
As an assassin, the constant calmness and high sense of the moment are the most important. Even though the monsoon smoke disappears, but the master of Wan has no chaos, he is waiting, the moment when the monsoon smoke leaks, that is her The death period.
On the battlefield inside the palace, suddenly there was a strange silence.
The monsoon smoke and the masters in the battle did not disappear. Everyone held their breath and wanted to find a trace of clues. In the vast palace, the silent drowning was silent.
"That gimmick... Where did you go?" The old man gave a shock to the scene. The master of Wan has only appeared in an instant, and he has already broken his glasses, but now... even the monsoon smoke has no shadow.
The strong man shook his head and, after playing the monsoon smoke, he felt that his worldview was completely shattered.
In the past, one minute and one second, everyone did not dare to speak out. Only the big princess who had been cut off by the ten fingers was taking a lot of pain, and the once delicate face was already awkward. Her congested eyes skipped everything in the imperial city, as if she wanted to find the traces of monsoon smoke.
unfortunately……
With her strength, nothing can be found at all.
The pace at the foot of Master Wan is so fast, but as time goes by, the doubts and tensions in his heart are getting stronger and stronger.
As far as the assassin is concerned, he can say that he has reached the peak, with dozens of vertical and horizontal loads, and rare opponents.
but……
The monsoon smoke completely lost him.
After half a day, he could no longer find the traces of the monsoon smoke. The monsoon smoke is like a true disappearance from the imperial city.
For the first time, Master Wan lost his goal, and this kind of awkwardness invisibly gave him tremendous pressure.
Where is the monsoon smoke?
Suddenly, the tens of thousands of masters who rushed forward suddenly rose a bit of uneasiness. When this uneasiness reached its peak, his fast-moving feet were suddenly nailed in place!
In an instant, the masters who were nailed to their feet immediately appeared in the sight of everyone.
Master Wan subconsciously looked at his legs that could not move, and instantly took a breath!
His legs, I do not know when, even covered by the soil under the feet, a pair of feet, completely hung by the ground uplifting soil!