The third world does not cross the demon

What a great speed!

Who is this person?

Even faster than Yan Feixue, the number one assassin in Jianghu!

Young Master Lian Yue frowned slightly, squinting his eyes and looking at the person holding the knife from the corner of his eye, only to find that the figure of this person was extremely blurred, like a ghost...

"Who the hell is Your Excellency? Why did you kill me?" Young Master Lian Yue condensed out a silver needle from his fingertips, and secretly activated his internal energy, concentrating [-]% of his own skills on his fingertips...

Whether you can survive or not depends on it!

The man with the knife didn't answer, but secretly exerted force, swung the scimitar, and wanted to kill Young Master Lian Yue with one blow...

Even Young Master Yue didn't hesitate, he held the flute tightly with one hand, protected the vitals of his neck, and shot the silver needle with ten successes at the person holding the knife with the other hand...

Everything happened between lightning and flint!

The person holding the knife obviously didn't expect Young Master Lian Yue to attack him without panic under such adversity.

He only hesitated a little, and a silver needle passed through his earlobe and nailed it to the door frame of the prime minister's bedroom, emitting a faint cold light in the dark night...

Seeing that Young Master Lian Yue had already flown above the eaves, galloping towards the distance under the moonlight.

The man with the knife actually pulled off the injured ear, put it in his mouth and chewed it, his face was expressionless, as if what he ate was just ordinary food...

He was running towards Young Master Lian Yue in the blink of an eye, and then appeared in front of Young Master Lian Yue...

It startled Young Master Lian Yue who was fleeing for his life, and he managed to stabilize his body so as not to fall under the eaves.

Only then did he face up to the man holding the knife. His face seemed to be covered by black mist, and he couldn't see his face clearly at all, but the strange green light from his eyes made Young Master Lian Yue's heart tremble.

This person, could it be?

The man holding the knife didn't give Young Master Lian Yue any time to think, he rushed forward like a ghost, and slashed at Young Master Lian Yue's neck...

Feeling a tyrannical cold wind blowing, Young Master Lian Yue decisively interrupted his thoughts, and fought with a flute in his hand...

Hearing a "ding", Young Master Lian Yue's wrist was numb from the shock, his wrist was loosened by the strong internal force of the other party, and the flute fell to the ground instantly...

But the scimitar mercilessly slashed at his neck...

In the eyes of Mr. Lian Yue, apart from the cold light emanating from the scimitar, there is nothing else...

He could even feel the blade touching the skin on his neck...

ridiculous!To think that the number one son of his "Fengyue Tower" will die on the roof of the prime minister's mansion tonight...

hateful!It is useless to hate him, he worked hard to cultivate martial arts well, but he still hasn't found the person who killed his mother back then...

sad!Unexpectedly, even Mr. Yue would die one day because of meddling in his own business...