The title of Sword King represented the top assassin in the game. It was a title that no one could deny, and it was also the peak that any professional assassin looked up to.
A swordsman could become a killer, but a killer might not necessarily be a swordsman.
Ren Piaomiao was the top professional assassin in the game. It was also because Ren Piaomiao had always been a professional assassin that her attacks had always been unpredictable and unbelievable.
In fact, many of the targets were killed by Ren Piaomiao's sword before they could even see what her sword looked like. What accompanied them was only a string of wind chimes.
This was an assassin!
If his attack missed, he would flee a thousand miles away.
One hit, meet in the Yellow Springs!
Regardless of whether they could kill him or not, they had to leave!
Therefore, how many people knew how brilliant the killer's swordsmanship was?
Ren Piaomiao had been traveling in Jianghu as an assassin, and everyone knew that Sword King was an assassin who paid for his life. Did Ren Piaomiao fight with others as a swordsman?
Yes, but very few.
It was also because of this that very few people could see Ren Piaomiao's sword art, and even fewer people could survive after seeing Ren Piaomiao's sword art.
Therefore, no one in Jianghu knew anything about Piaomiao's swordsmanship or what kind of swordsmanship she used.
Mo Ya was still clueless.
Mo Ya thought that he knew a lot about Ren Piaomiao, but when Ren Piaomiao was about to pull out her sword, Mo Ya suddenly realized that he did not know Ren Piaomiao at all.
He didn't understand Ren Piaomiao's temperament, nor did he understand Ren Piaomiao's swordsmanship. The only thing he knew was that Ren Piaomiao was a super killer.
This kind of understanding was too little, which led to the fact that he was facing a terrifying opponent that he did not understand at all.
Facing such a terrifying opponent, Mo Ya had no confidence at all.
But at this moment, there was no room for regret. Ren Piaomiao had already drawn her sword.
Mo Ya was really a lucky person.
Ren Piaomiao had killed countless people with her sword, but there were few people in the world who stood under Ren Piaomiao's sword as an opponent, but Mo Ya was.
At this moment, Ren Piaomiao attacked not as an assassin, but as a swordsman.
With a flash of cold light, the sword rushed out of the sheath.
The smile of a beauty could topple a country, but this sword seemed to have toppled the world.
It was an extremely fast sword. The speed of this sword was unfathomable, as if it had already exceeded the limits of the human body.
Violet Maiden felt helpless.
She was the one who founded Purple Orchid Pavilion, and it was practically her home.
She really didn't want this place to be destroyed in the slightest, but now it was destined to be destroyed.
When Ren Piaomiao pulled out her sword, the damage was already inevitable.
Her only hope was to reduce her losses.
She didn't go to watch the battle between Ren Piaomiao and Mo Ya. She believed that Ren Piaomiao could deal with Mo Ya.
She held her flexible sword and stared outside the room with her beautiful eyes.
Ren Piaomiao pulled out her sword and she was very busy.
The moment Ren Piaomiao pulled out her sword, hidden weapons filled the sky and pierced through the windows, doors, and walls from all directions, shooting into the house.
At this moment, the elegant and elegant house was completely destroyed.
Violet Maiden shook her head, then raised her hand and brandished her Chain Serpent Flexible Sword.
The snake sword could be short or long, and it could contract irregularly.
This was an extremely beautiful sword, but it was also an extremely dangerous sword.
Violet Maiden was also an extremely beautiful but also extremely dangerous woman.
An extremely beautiful and dangerous woman used an extremely beautiful and dangerous sword.
Crimson sword light danced in the air, forming a magnificent painting that no one would be able to forget.
The beauty was like jade and the sword was like a rainbow!
She was as beautiful as jade, but the sword in her hand was also like a rainbow.
At this moment, her charm was indescribable and captivating.
She attacked with all her might. Her moves were brilliant, but it felt as if she was not waving a sword, but dancing.
They danced.
When they danced, they could topple cities, countries, and even the heavens.
As for his sword?
Mo Ya had always been very confident in his lightness skill. He was certain that no one in Han Country could match his lightness skill.
When Ren Piaomiao stabbed out, Mo Ya was already retreating.
When he retreated, all the scenery had already rushed forward. Everything in front of him had gradually become illusory. His speed was simply too fast, causing the things that were still to fly forward, and the scenery that existed to become illusory.
At this moment, his body turned into an illusion in the eyes of others, turning into a ball of black smoke.
A cloud of billowing black smoke accompanied by the low cry of a crow.
The ink crows seemed to have really become ink crows, a group of ink crows.
Everything was illusory, but he could still see the sword that Ren Piaomiao had thrust out.
That sword wasn't illusory. It had always been very clear. Not only was it very clear, but it was also getting closer and closer quickly!
Mo Ya was shocked. He never thought that the speed he was so proud of could not compare to the speed of Ren Piaomiao's sword. How fast was this sword?
Retreat, retreat, retreat!
Mo Ya pushed the sword to the door, and the sword was already in front of the door.
Mo Ya had nowhere to retreat, but he did not stop. He took a step forward and soared into the sky.
He didn't stop before he took to the air, and his speed didn't slow down at all. He was like a bird that could easily change directions, and he was incredibly agile.
If a person could be so agile, could a sword do the same?
Humans were alive. No matter how sharp a sword was, it was just a dead object.
However, Ren Piaomiao's sword seemed to be different, at least different from what Mo Ya had imagined.
The sword suddenly changed its direction, and one sword turned into two swords, and two swords turned into four swords. In the blink of an eye, Mo Ya saw dozens of swords attacking.
The ink crow was still retreating.
The sword was chasing.
The distance between the man and the sword had never widened, and it was gradually shrinking.
Mo Ya retreated to the window, and the dozen swords had already turned into hundreds of swords.
Hundreds of swords filled the room and charged at Mo Ya.
Mo Ya had no way out. He was already enveloped by these hundreds of swords.
Mo Ya knew that there was no way out. He did not retreat. He was prepared to give it his all.
He waved his right hand and shot out thirteen feathers. He spun in the air and stirred up a terrifying hurricane. He moved like lightning and kicked at the sword instead of retreating.
He could only see the sword, but not the person.
At this moment, Ren Piaomiao seemed to have become one with the sword, completely invisible.
"Sword Break."
A low voice sounded in the room.
The sword collided with the feet and the flying feather.
Thousands of swords turned into a single sword.
The sword stabbed into Mo Ya's left shoulder.
Blood flowed down the sword and dripped onto the ground.
Ren Piaomiao held his sword, his eyes extremely cold. It was difficult for anyone to see the slightest emotion in his eyes. His cold voice immediately reached Mo Ya's ears,"You can block my sword, which proves that you have the qualifications to survive. I, Ren Piaomiao, have always kept my word. We can go to the General's Estate now.”
With a loud bang, the hut was completely destroyed.
Seven people broke into the hut in an instant. Three of them pointed their swords at Ren Piaomiao's back, and two of them placed their swords on Ren Piaomiao's neck.
Two of them pointed at Violet Girl.
Each of them carried the brutality and viciousness of a ferocious tiger, and each of them was ready to kill.
He wanted to kill these two people at any time.
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