Is it a run? Or a fight?

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So they all just ran and ran separately.

This is Morin's strength. During the years when he was a killer and an assassin, his combat power was weak due to his lack of power, and more than half of his missions were needed to escape in the end. His ability to survive until now is enough to prove his accomplishments in this area.

Mountains, rivers, villages, towns...

It was all the environment where Morin had escaped. In order to increase his chance of survival, he had even developed a habit. Every time he went, he would subconsciously seek a way out for retreat, a way out for him to escape.

This time is no exception.

As soon as he decided to run, Morin's goal was clear and his thinking was clear. He paid attention to his back rhythmically while choosing the route in an orderly manner. He couldn't run fast, but he was calm and orderly, turning corners, detours, and concealed. Soon, Morin saw from the hidden place that the commander who was following him looked around at the intersection and hurriedly embarked on the wrong path.

"Is it useless to connect the two souls?" Morin walked out of the corner with contempt. From the beginning, he noticed that although the commander of the Institute of the China Council was not very strong, he really had no experience in tracking the matter. The Institute of the Institute of the Supervision of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of the Institute of

Molin, who easily got rid of the pursuit, walked back to the street, thinking about what to do next. It was raining heavily, and there was no one on the street, a pedestrian without an umbrella. He draped his shirt over his head and ran quickly towards his home with a splash of water.

Pa. Pa, Pa...

The sound of footsteps of the splashing water also seemed extremely clear and rhythmic in the heavy rain.

This person!

Morin did not sense any power of spirit, but the clear rhythm of footsteps made him pay attention to it quickly. In such weather, such a difficult wet and slippery road, it can run at such a constant speed and stability, which is really not something an ordinary person can do.

Molin suddenly looked back and saw that the splashes were almost connected. The rhythmic footsteps suddenly changed at this moment, and the man had arrived in front of him in an instant.

The fourth commander of the Zhiling District Institute Supervision Commission, Song Quan, Chong and Ming, was connected, and his supernatural powers "disappeared" could almost perfectly hide the power of the soul. But after meeting Lu Ping, his supernatural powers of the power of the soul seemed to be useless, and he failed to attack again and again, causing him to lose face.

Lu Ping restrains himself!

Song Quan had such a perception in his heart, so he naturally would not volunteer to pursue Lu Ping.

Morin, he locked in this target and hid his soul power from the beginning. Morin noticed behind him. But an existence without soul power was regarded as an ordinary passerby.

But at the last moment, Morin realized the danger. Song Quan paid too much attention to the concealment of the power of the soul. He ignored other details, and finally, after getting close, Morin realized something was wrong.

But, so what?

Song Quan chose Molin as his goal, not just to avoid Lu Ping. Molin defeated Daoran on the Soul-Spot Platform, and his ability has also been observed by the Institute of the Institute.

The cold light flashed, and Xuanquan held a dagger in his hand and stabbed it out.

And it will be popular with the trend?

It is a good ability! But the premise is that there must be wind, and this wind must be driven by the power of soul.

Song Quan took action, Feng had it, so his attack was naturally activated by the power of the soul, but the question is, can Molin sense this power of the soul?

This is the key to his choice of Morin as his goal. If he cannot sense his soul power, then Morin's and Fengxing cannot be activated at all, and he does not have the soul of strength, so that's not enough to capture it?

Blood quickly splattered in the rain.

As expected, Molin could not activate his and was in the wind. His physical condition could not avoid the lightning-like attack of Song Quan.

Song Quan smiled contemptuously: "You little guys really don't know that the world is high and the earth is thick. This world is much crueler than you imagined!"

Song Quan sighed while pulling his hand back to pull back his dagger and pushing it casually, wanting to let Morin fall down. He is not going to waste more time here. In his opinion, this attack is enough, so let the kid shed all his blood in the rain.

Who would have thought that Morin suddenly raised his hands and grabbed his arm that he pushed at will.

Song Quan sneered, what's the use of this? A guy who doesn't have any power, can he stop him by holding himself like this? Such struggle is really boring!

Song Quan waved his arm hard and wanted to shake Molin away, but unexpectedly, a strong tenacity actually prevented him from exerting force, and his arm could not be thrown out.

How is that possible?

How could Morin have such great power?

Song Quan was surprised, but the binding force coming from his arm became tighter and tighter. Only then did he notice that at some point, vines were wrapped around his right arm from somewhere. Then, his feet, legs, and the binding force continued to climb upwards, binding him and pulling him backwards.

What is this? Sleeping all struggled, but it was useless. The vine had completely controlled him, and it was useless to throw away or cut off the part. Soon, he was almost unable to move, but the vine was still shrinking and dragging him backwards.

Song Quan is good at sneak attacks without his opponent's knowledge, but this time, it was finally his turn to be completely controlled by this vine that came from somewhere.

Molin, who had been stabbed by Song Quan's waist, raised his head, his face was a little pale, and it was obvious that the stab did hurt him.

"You're getting a little wrong," said Morin. "Do you think I'm those naive students?"

"You are wrong. I am an assassin or a killer who is interested. I dare not say that killing people is like a slap, but I have finally experienced many fights of all sizes. With such conditions, I am still alive, not entirely because I will run away. It is difficult to survive in this cruel world, especially for me. The one who really thinks this is simple is you!"

Morin said, and Songquan was pulled to the wall by the vine and dragged it tightly against the wall.

"Look at this Fushan vine can grow even in the cracks of the wall. How tenacious? Legend has it that if they grow all over the mountains, they can hold them even if the mountains are about to fall! Thanks to this rain, they grow so fast!" Molin said with relief. Everything that is happening now is definitely not luck or luck. Fushan vine was planted when he hid here. In order to survive, he would never be careless or careless.

"What do you want?" Song Quan struggled, but it was useless. His soul of power had not reached the realm of permeation, and was not enough to exert the force that could break the Fushan Vine.

"Now you are going to kill me, what do you think I will do?" Morin said as he walked forward. There was no mercy in his eyes. He soon hid his dagger from Songquan's right hand, which had lost his strength, and then the dagger penetrated Songquan's chest.

Then, without stopping, Morin left without looking back.

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Chapter completed!