Chapter 356 Are They Fishing?

After killing forty assassins in one go, Mo Qiong let out a long sigh.

There were two or three big cats and kittens left, and Mo Qiong came forward with a dagger in his hand.

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

The attack power was much smaller than he expected, and the sharpness was far less powerful than the assassins he had encountered before.

Compared with the assassins he first encountered, the perspectives of these men in black were very unskilled. Mo Qiong could see them with just a glance of his eagle eye, and no longer needed to rotate to block.

The short sword held the hidden sword, swung it in a circle, and stabbed the enemy back, letting the hidden sword penetrate into the opponent's neck.

It stands to reason that as long as the opponent concentrates, he can pull out the hidden sword the moment it pierces the neck, so it is not fatal.

But the assassin in black in front of him didn't do it and killed himself with a pop.

Their strength and reaction are far inferior to Mo Qiong's.

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

He pressed the assassin's hands on the carpet with force, first removed the joints, and then Mo Qiong freed up one hand to fumble up and down.

After touching it twice, Mo Qiong suddenly felt his hand was pricked by something.

Only then did he realize that there were many barbs hidden on the surface of the black-clothed assassin's robe. These barbs were as thin as cow hairs. Fortunately, he was protected by a powerful armor.

Facing these thorns, Mo Qiong's first reaction was that they were poisonous.

Thinking about it, this kind of acupuncture design is meaningless and has no lethality if it does not quench the poison.

"The previous assassins did not have such little tricks... They are both assassins 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 from the Blue and White Club and six of Haman's bodyguards. It's not a loss if they die in your hands. Are you a member of the club, Beta? Or Gamma?" Then The assassin was pinned to the ground by Mo Qiong. He didn't panic at all and asked calmly.

Mo Qiong replied: "Alpha."

The assassins were startled. What their mentor told them was that he could kill most of the Alpha Club members, but he was not afraid of a small number of Beta Club members.

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

If Mo Qiong hadn't been too young, the assassin would have suspected that Mo Qiong was a member of the Gamma Society.

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

It seems that Mo Qiong is the kind of person who is particularly strong.

"No wonder it can kill the mentors. The Blue and White Society has updated its weapons. What is that wooden bird?" the assassin asked.

Mo Qiong rolled his eyes. He also knew that the assassin was not afraid of interrogation, so he just asked casually. Unexpectedly, the assassin not only refused to tell, but also tried to trick him.

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

If all members have this, their personal abilities will rise to a new level.

Mo Qiong also guessed what he was afraid of when he asked this, and said deliberately: "The club has approved armed wooden beasts. If you all only have this strength, any Alpha club member can kill a large group of assassins among you."

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

Like Mr. Gou, even though he doesn't have any absolute properties, he has eaten a lot of derivatives. After eating things like alchemy for more than ten years, Mr. Gou probably won't be fine even if he walked into an alchemy furnace.

You must know that this guy is a 'rich' person and has to use adaptive seeds to cultivate tobacco...

After hearing Mo Qiong's words, the assassin sneered and said nothing.

Mo Qiong tilted his head and said, "Or are you just pretending to be fake? The assassin a few days ago was also in black and was more than twice as powerful as you. Why?"

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

Mo Qiong was shocked and frowned: "What do you mean?"

"When you think about this problem clearly, you will know why." The assassin smiled mysteriously.

Mo Qiong put the knife on his neck and said, "Tell me clearly, do you know anything?"

The assassin chuckled, then stretched his neck with all his strength to thrust the knife, causing an artery rupture and bleeding.

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

Fishing...the little brothers are fishing? Are you fishing for the fish Lanbaishe?

Do you want to continue implementing today’s plan? Are there any traps?

Confused, Mo Qiong escorted Haman towards the racecourse.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, but he always had an ominous feeling, as if it was related to something very important.

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

It was an assassin in white who suddenly jumped down from the sky. He fell silently. By the time Mo Qiong reacted, he was already within two meters.

When Mo Qiong found him, he only saw a gleam of cold light and a fleeting white shadow, and his vision was extremely blocked.

"Ding!"

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

So strong, this was the first time he actually had a hand-to-hand fight with a white-clothed assassin. Before, he had always killed with a headlock, leaving these white-clothed assassins who claimed to be able to kill even members of the Beta Club to die inexplicably.

At this moment, when they fought, they knew that this assassin was nearly twice as strong as him, with a strength of at least 1,500 kilograms.

Not only is it extremely sensitive, but it is also as fierce as a bear!

If it's just strength, Mo Qiong is not weak, but can he be stronger than the ghost of Mount Tai?

If it's just speed, Mo Qiong is not weak, but can he be faster than his thoughts?

But the combination of the two makes it a killing weapon.

"Ding Ding!" Mo Qiong blocked continuously, and felt that his hands were about to break.

He used both hands, but was also suppressed.

Unable to see the opponent, Mo Qiong could only hide!

"Fight..." Mo Qiong threw a flying knife and shot directly behind him.

But this was obviously a fantasy. Even if Mo Qiong predicted the position, the opponent could dodge the bullet. This kind of shooting that did not directly lock the target but used a certain place in the air as the landing point could naturally be dodged.

However, Mo Qiong was not good at throwing the knife. He freed this hand and quickly took out two needles and pierced his ears.

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

Through the communicator, he silently recited the command and played the reversal song.

During the ten seconds of listening to the song, Mo Qiong's hand was almost dislocated from blocking. The assassin in white suddenly hit him hard, and Mo Qiong's knife slipped out of his hand.

"Die!" The assassin in white snorted indifferently.

However, the moment the knife slipped out of his hand, it flew sideways and automatically hit the assassin's hidden blade!

This caused the hidden blade to deviate slightly. Under normal circumstances, it could still pierce the neck.

But when the hidden blade stabbed down, the assassin in white found that the neck became thinner! His must-win attack missed and turned into a slap on the opponent's neck.

Even so, he tried his best to break the neck.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was slippery and suddenly retracted his legs and hugged his head. The whole person rolled into a ball and jumped out.

At the same time, Harman, who had been holding back, suddenly felt that the thigh in his arms became thinner and smaller, and slipped out of his hand.

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

Looking at Mo Qiong again, she had turned into a little girl, curled up into a ball and jumped several meters in an instant, then turned at a sharp angle in the air, with ripples in the air, and turned back in an instant.

In this sudden and turning, Mo Qiong was already facing the enemy, and took out a small short sword in his hand, and his body and sword turned into a straight line, going straight for the assassin.

Turning back in the air, at lightning speed!

"Is this the member's runaway form?" The white-clothed assassin felt that Mo Qiong's speed was faster than him.

He dodged in a hurry and wanted to get out of Mo Qiong's field of vision again, but Mo Qiong's body was light, and with the same strength, he was much faster than before.

It was impossible to block his vision again.

Not only that, Mo Qiong even locked the target, and it was useless for the white-clothed assassin to escape to the ends of the earth.

"Huh?" The white-clothed assassin was amazed. He dodged six times in a row, and all six times were accurately predicted by Mo Qiong.

The sword in his hand seemed to be casually swung, and it chased him directly. No matter how he tried to escape, it was always following him.

The white-clothed assassin tossed and turned on the ground and in the air, but was always chased by Mo Qiong.

Later, he simply retreated backwards, but saw Mo Qiong's little feet kicking the air frantically in the air, constantly accelerating, and then suddenly let go in the air, and the sword flew out of his hand.

"Huh?"

"Ding!" The white-clothed assassin suddenly pulled out a one-handed axe from behind and blocked Mo Qiong's dagger in an instant.

At the moment of blocking, the white-clothed assassin's mouth curled up slightly. What's the use of being fast? The strength difference is too great.

The white-clothed assassin used force with his backhand to push the dagger back and counterattack.

However, when he pushed with all his strength, he heard a click and the axe broke...

"What!"

The white-clothed assassin looked in horror at Mo Qiong's flying sword piercing through the axe face and piercing his heart at the same speed.

"How is it possible..."

The white-clothed assassin couldn't figure out how this sword could be so powerful, but knowing that he was going to die, he fiercely smashed the broken one-handed axe over, trying to replace Mo Qiong.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong had already taken out his gun and swung it like a seizure!

With a bang, the bullet shot half of the one-handed axe away in the air.

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

"Did you kill the forty brothers in the hall?" The white-clothed assassin's strength had faded, and he staggered against a tree behind him and slid down slowly.

"It was me." Mo Qiong admitted.

"Gamma? Forget it, it doesn't matter." The white-clothed assassin had seen the corpses on the ground in the bedroom, among which four white-clothed assassins were shot to death.

Although most of them were just shoddy, the white-clothed assassins were all real masters, and they were killed for real.

No wonder he couldn't take it down after a long time, and was killed by it...

In the last moments, the assassin in white looked at the black dots flying in the sky, which were his beloved eagles.

He slowly closed his eyes, and at this moment, Mo Qiong suddenly asked: "What does fishing mean?"

The assassin who was about to die suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Mo Qiong, and suddenly showed a mysterious smile, which was as strange and inexplicable as the previous assassin in black.

"When you think about this question clearly, you will know."

"Eh?" Mo Qiong frowned, it was this sentence again, and the man answered him the same way before.

There must be a mystery in this!

But after the assassin in white said this, the last of his strength had gone, and he died silently under the tree.

Seeing him die, Mo Qiong was confused.

"What does fishing mean?"

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

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