The black card in the messenger's hand was an arrow-shaped one, which was different from Luo Xiao's square card. It was obviously not a secret card of Zhuyue Kingdom. Moreover, the card had gold-plated thunder cloud patterns around it, which looked very extraordinary. Although Luo Xiao was not a secret card in Wuyang Kingdom, the level of the secret card in various countries was similar. He recognized this shape at a glance and called it a "bronze medal", which was one level higher than the "iron card" of the inner members and was held by the core members.

"At least the first level." Luo Xiao was secretly surprised and his heart was heavy. Only then did he be sure what the other party said was true. This was indeed a transaction, and it was a transaction at the national level.

The secret camp organization from top to bottom is: one person in command, two deputy commanders, eight to ten people in large tiers, dozens of people in large tiers, and several outer tiers. The secret organization systems of various countries are similar, and basically this is the structure.

What does it feel like to be sold by his own organization? Luo Xiao only felt a little bitter. From the moment he became a secret son, he knew that sooner or later he would become an abandoned son, which was the destined fate of the person walking in the shadow. So when he had the ability, he would get rid of this fate at the first time. Even so, his feet were still not as long as the organization's hands, and he was dragged and threw them into the game as a chess piece.

However, the person who set up the game never expected that he, the "black belt disciple", would eventually break the game.

"What a pity..." Luo Xiao looked regretful and slowly raised the round shield, "If you were another institution and so sincerely recruiting you, I might consider it, but - Mizi Camp, go shit!"

"Young man - don't betray yourself!" The messenger said sternly, and with a clever voice, his sword was unsheathed halfway, and his sharp edge was dazzling. "I saw you wrongly, I thought you were smart... Haha, I don't have a bright future, I have to go against the court and seek death, how stupid!"

The round shield in Luo Xiao's hand whirls, emitting a dark and dangerous halo of green and dangerousness. His pupils were like deep pools, sucking his opponent's eyes tightly: "It's okay, it's inevitable that he will be missed occasionally. Just like me, I have always been honest, but I can lie occasionally."

"Um?"

"I said before that I won't kill you-I'm lying!"

The word "克" lingered in sound, Luo Xiao had already bounced high, the dragon scales and the dragon shield were bright and bright, and a buzzing sound was heard, and the flying swiftly cut the messenger.

"I said, you can't kill me!" The messenger roared, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, jumped up in the air, the sword was unsheathed, and a dazzling fan-shaped sword light was sprinkled, slashing Luo Xiao.

Luo Xiao's flying shield hit the air, without waiting for the shield to hit the horse, the dragon tendon shook, and the flying shield rebounded at a speed no less than the strike, almost blocking the messenger's fan-shaped sword light.

Strong and firm!

A series of dense and crisp sounds were like rain hitting a banana leaf. White lights splashed in the air, and a large amount of out-of-control Yuan power scattered into the air, forming a strong aura. Even the yellow sand in the sky was squeezed out and exploded everywhere.

Luo Xiao held the green dragon scale flying shield, activate the mystery of the shadow of the wind, and his whole body merged into the wind and sand of the Gobi, as if he had transformed into millions of grains of sand, hitting the messenger on his head and face.

"This speed?!" The messenger's relaxed expression that he had disapproved turned solemn, and he was even more surprised. He was a formal sixth-level Xuanshu, and he also mastered a strange secret of footwork and practiced to great success. In the competition at the same level, few people could keep up with his speed. However, the speed of the boy in front of him made the footwork that he had always been proud of became a joke. If he had not been able to rely on the advantage of shorter and faster defensive routes than attack routes, he would not have been able to support several rounds under the storm of Luo Xiao.

The messenger became more and more surprised and complained secretly, because his body speed was obviously weaker than his opponent, and he only had the ability to resist but no fight back. What made him even more cursed was that every attack by Luo Xiao carried violent Yuan power, forcing him to fight with Yuan power. The result was that Yuan power was gone wildly and the Yuan core shrinking sharply...

As soon as the two of them fought, various secrets were frequently released, attack secrets, defense secrets, and body skills secrets... Yuanli was swept like money, and bursts of bangs and bursts, as if two cannons were slamming against each other.

The only spectator, Duan Qinglan, who was far away from home, was frightened and her eyes were full of white lights. She was confused, and her mind was filled with only one sentence buzzing: "He is not a warrior, he is a warrior! He is a warrior!! He is a warrior!!!"

Before becoming a samurai, Luo Xiao had already killed a Xuanshu (Tan Liu). After becoming a samurai, he killed three crocodile warriors of the same level, and so far he had the lives of four sixth-level strong men. It is estimated that there are not many sixth-level warriors in the entire Wuyang Kingdom with such a record. However, this time, he had to admit that compared with the previous four sixth-level people, this Mizi Camp is the strongest and most difficult one.

Colin, Agush, Tian Yiheng, two intermediate crocodile warriors and one high crocodile warrior. Although they are both sixth-level, they are all field warriors. They have no inheritance and lack powerful secrets. They have a realm and no corresponding cultivation and strength. Tan Liu is actually a true name, but he is just a first-level Xuan Warrior. Otherwise, Luo Xiao, who was only at the fifth-level, could not even be able to fight for his life.

However, this envoy was a real official high-duan Xuan warrior. He mastered more various mysteries than Luo Xiao, and his footwork was strange, which was only slightly inferior to Luo Xiao's Wind Shadow. Of course, this was just because Luo Xiao only reached the level of small success in practicing the Wind Shadow, and the opponent was obviously a great success in footwork. If Luo Xiao could practice the Wind Shadow to the Great Shadow, he could basically abuse the opponent... What was even more surprising is that the sword in the hand of the envoy was really a "sword", a quasi-spirited weapon that incorporated the bone blood of the middle-level spirit beast and had some spiritual weapon characteristics.

Although it is not a real spiritual weapon, it is of extraordinary quality. After injecting Yuan power, the sword light is as long as seven feet long. Under the dense attack of its fan-shaped sword attack, circles of blue-white halos exploded on the surface of the dragon scale flying shield. If this were not a real spiritual weapon, it would have collapsed and shattered.

At this moment, Luo Xiao secretly thanked that the strategy he adopted was correct. This guy was at the same level as himself and his martial arts were better than him. If he wanted to defeat his opponent, he had to use his strengths to defeat the enemy and increase the output of his energy.

Luo Xiao, who had this understanding, simply stopped using skills and tricks. He just drove the shadow of the wind to the extreme speed, and threw the dragon scales and shields out one after another, forcing his opponent to confront him head-on.

The messenger wanted to avoid the attack of the flying shield and used his exquisite sword skills to find a gap to assassinate Luo Xiao. Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as his opponent. In addition, he lost too much energy, and his footwork was no longer smooth at the beginning. Moreover, because the size of the dragon scale flying shield was much larger than that of ordinary weapons and had a large attack range, it was difficult for him to avoid it when his footwork was not good. He had no other way except to bite the bullet and fight to the death.

When he was in full swing, the messenger became angry: "I don't believe it anymore. When I advanced to the samurai, you kid were still sipping breasts, and you were afraid that you would not be able to fight you!"

Boom! As the dragon scale flying shield collided again and again, the originally seven-foot-long sword light gradually shortened to three feet, one foot, seven inches, three inches... With the last bit of white light flashing like sparks, the sword light finally disappeared, and the sword body firmly collided violently with the dragon scale flying shield. The sword itself is a light spirit weapon, and the most taboo to fight head-on, and the quality is not a spiritual weapon after all... The most important thing is that the messenger's energy is exhausted, and Luo Xiao's energy is abundant...

One of them grows and the other goes on. With a sudden collision, a slight cracking sound broke out, and a slight crack appeared on the sword body.

"Oh no!" The messenger was heartbroken, a quasi-spirited weapon! In the same level, only he was lucky enough to kill someone and seize the treasure, but he got one, but it was ruined. "Bastard! I want to kill you, and I will take your spiritual weapon to compensate me for my sword!"

A blue air flashed across the messenger's face, and he gritted his teeth to make a decision. The sword swung, and the white light was blazing, and a hundred fiery lights shot towards Luo Xiao like a rain of pear blossoms.

At first, Luo Xiao thought that the messenger was fighting for a nuclear explosion and a boat to use his ultimate move, but then he found that it was not the case. The hundred and ten points of elaborate light were not the sword light stimulated by Yuanli, but the sword fragments that were shattered by the messenger with Yuanli, like a hidden weapon shooting at him.

Luo Xiao's body curled up, his upper body completely hidden behind the shield, and there was a tinkling dong thunder. Most of the sharp fragments hit the shield and bounced away. A few hit Luo Xiao's legs and feet, and were blocked by Luo Xiao's Yuanli shield, without any damage. Luo Xiao's body could withstand the attack of the pseudo-spirited weapon, but he still did not dare to try the quasi-spirited weapon easily.

"I don't even want the sword, are you struggling to death?" Luo Xiao moved away the round shield and was about to sarcastically, but he was shocked to find that the messenger who was furious about killing people and robbing the treasure under the guise of a critical strike in the sword breaking, jumped onto the back of the horse, turned around and prepared to escape!

"Come down!"

Hulu! The flying shield rotates, the tendons stretched to the limit, and a heavy blow was hit in the back of the messenger. At this time, the messenger's energy had already been exhausted. Although his body was strong, how could he withstand the critical strike of the spiritual weapon? He sprayed out a mouthful of blood, squirting out the face towel, and shaking his body a few times and falling from the horse's back.

Luo Xiao raised his arm and took back the flying shield, quickly walked to the messenger, and finally saw the messenger's true face - a middle-aged man with a silly beard.

Luo Xiao raised his foot and stepped heavily on the messenger's dantian. The energy penetrated into his messenger's screams and directly slashed his core, completely destroying his cultivation.

"Speak out what you know and I will make you die less painful." Luo Xiao did not say anything like "Speak out and spare you forever". He understood, and he believed that the other party also understood that this was impossible. If the other party did not die, it would be his turn to die.

The messenger smiled tragically: "I, Liao Hong, will die in this wilderness and Gobi for half my life... Boy, you step on my core to prevent me from breaking my heart, but I want to tell you, if a high-level secret son wants to commit suicide, no one can stop it..."

Luo Xiao's face changed suddenly, and he immediately pinched the messenger Liao Hong's chin and pulled it off. However, he was one step late. Liao Hong laughed wildly and vomited blood, black blood. In a blink of an eye, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, his tongue swollen, and bleeding from his seven orifices.

When Duan Qinglan rushed over, he saw a corpse on the ground, and a silent boy stood in the middle.

Luo Xiao stood silently in front of the body of the teacher Wang Chong. The martial arts teacher could not endure it. On the sandy dunes beside him, there was a line of blood-stained writing: "I regret it..."

Wang Chong must have seen Luo Xiao’s battle, at least he killed Tian Yiheng, and finally understood the true strength of this disciple of the martial arts temple. If he had not been selfish and forced Luo Xiao away, their team would be very likely to survive, or at least not be destroyed.

It’s a pity that it’s too late to regret it.
Chapter completed!