Immortal Sword Master

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"How's the situation?" Lin Xinqi was on the horse and asked Ou Yinghong.

"I found this." Ou Yinghong reached out and handed something, it seemed to be a small note.

Lin Xin took it, opened it up, and wrote it in blood.

To see people, come to Yuexia Gorge alone. Tomorrow and night.

He just glanced, squeezed the palm of his hand, and shredded the paper into powder.

"Can you guess what the forces are?"

Ou Yinghong shook her head slightly.

"But the most likely is the people from the Magic Road Star Robbery. The landlord was assassinated by them ten years ago without success. Only they dare to offend the sword faction behind the landlord so boldly."

Lin Xin nodded in agreement.

"I'll take care of this myself. You take someone to continue the previous mission. In addition, Feiyi is here. Tell him to go to the sword school and report the incident here."

"Subordinates understand." Ou Yinghong nodded.

"Zen, I will ask you to run the host for the time being when I am away." Lin Xin turned to Sanyuan Zen Master.

"The owner is assured." Master Sanyuan is now entering the second floor of the family with a lot of resources. This is also the limit. His qualifications are worse than Lin Xin. It is already a miracle at this level.

Everything was arranged properly. Lin Xin and his party returned to the villa, ordered martial law, and sent a large number of people to search the situation.

He told Xiao Lingling and his mother that they were going to retreat, and then they went into the back room. Except for the change of clothes, there was no change.

It wasn't until the evening that he came out tired. Then he entered the Dan room non-stop, and did not return to the inner courtyard until midnight.

Walked to the courtyard door, the guards greeted him.

"Mr. Zhuang, Madam has asked you thirteen times today." He whispered softly.

Lin Xin nodded. "You go down first and let the shifter come. Get a money reward."

The guard respectfully retreated.

Lin Xin walked into the courtyard and saw Xiao Lingling sitting under the tree, holding the brown Guqin cymbal in a daze, without knowing what she was thinking.

Lin Xin just stood at the door. Seeing Xiao Lingling hit white clothes, the two sat and stood one by one, without knowing how long it had been.

"Fu Jun" Xiao Lingling suddenly spoke. "Did something happen?"

Lin Xin adjusted his mood and face to make himself as soft as possible. That's why I stepped forward.

"Rest assured. What else can happen to the villa with me?"

He walked behind Xiao Lingling, took off his coat, and put it on gently.

"It's cold at night, watch out for the cold."

"It's okay." Xiao Lingling smiled. Tiny dimples appeared on the cheeks. "I found that I haven't been sick for many years and I don't know why."

She reached out and held Lin Xin's hand.

"I really want to stay with you all the way," she said suddenly suddenly slightly.

"What are you talking about? Isn't she always by my side?" Lin Xin clenched her hand, "We will always be together"

Xiao Lingling just smiled, leaning her face gently on the back of Lin Xin's hand.

Her face has not changed for a long time, and after so many years, no traces of traces have been left on his face, still like a young girl, charming and soft.

Lin Xin hugged her gently with both hands. Just squat down and hold her in her arms.

"Fu Jun, I want to go back to rest." Xiao Lingling said slightly coquettishly. "I want you to hug me"

Lin Xin smiled.

"Okay." Picking her up, even someone with the piano went to the bedroom.

Lin Xin opened his eyes and slowly got up from the carriage.

He glanced at the corpse of the white man sitting beside him, and suddenly there was no reason for his heart.

"Dude, are you the same as me, because you only entered the wagon because of the collection of demon runes, why did you die here?"

"What about your relatives? Friends?" He murmured alone, as if the body was still alive.

He took out the red flower sword, and a faint red halo appeared on the sword.

The halo of the corpse was illuminated under the halo.

Lin Xin was shocked when he saw the body.

The corpse was actually opening his eyes, smiling as he looked at the corner of his mouth with a strange arc. As if alive.

"you"

Lin Xin stepped back suddenly.

He clearly remembered that the body had died with open mouth and incomparable fear. And now now

Lin Xin stabbed at the corpse.

clang.

The corpse's body was like steel, and it couldn't penetrate at all.

The red light of the lava iron on the blade slowly faded.

Lin Xin's heartbeat was faintly accelerating. It was weird enough to know that the wagon was originally, and now the corpses on this wagon are definitely more weird.

He slowly put away his sword.

"Brother, if you don't stare. If you have anything you want to do, you can say it directly. I can help and will try to help you."

The words slowly echoed in the carriage, and then there was silence.

Lin Xin took a deep breath and injected the safflower sword again. Lava iron glowed red again.

Suddenly, the compartment lightened up.

This is the only way to illuminate this compartment, ordinary ordinary fires cannot burn at all.

Sure enough, the body had returned to its original state, and opened his mouth desperately forward.

Lin Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

The carriage slowly opened. He walked out of the car carrying a sword.

"Tonight, enter the ninth floor as fast as possible and then find the only core weapon for the sacrifice of blood and blood.

He was secretly determined.

Out of the carriage, there was a pale yellow weed everywhere.

He was standing on a country road with fences on both sides, with rolling yellow hills to the left and right.

A sheep's bark attracted Lin Xin's gaze, and he looked in the direction of his voice.

I saw a sparse and large swath of gray and white sheep on the left hill. The flock was slowly moving, weeding down with weeds, and making a call from time to time.

A noodle man slept on the **** with his whip tilted to Erlang's legs, wearing a straw hat on his face.

Lin Xin frowned.

"Such places are estimated to be sparse and troublesome."

Did not bother the shepherd, just an ordinary person, killing is like that, time is short. He started along the road with a little effort, and Deng Tianyun went out with all his strength.

Suddenly, the whole person fluttered forward, galloping forward.

The wind lashed fiercely on his face.

Not long after, the front team was all made up of noodles and appeared in front of him.

One of the noodle men with a long knife was talking to someone in the team. Hearing the noise, the noodle man turned his head and saw Lin Xin rushing forward. He immediately jumped out of the car.

The man looked at Lin Xin carefully and took a picture from his arms. Seems to be in control.

Not long after that, there was a hint of greed on his face, and he put away the scroll and pulled out his long knife.

At this point Lin Xin had reached the rear of the convoy.

No bullshit, one sword cut off.

The sword gas shot from the tip of the sword, extended the blade edge, and slanted away towards the noodle man.

With the increase of the inherent air in the eight layers, both power and speed have exceeded the limit that ordinary people can respond to.

Just a face-to-face.

The greed on Noodleman's swordsman's face hadn't disappeared yet, he was cut into two diagonal pieces by a sword.

A trace of warm current poured into the body. Lin Xin did not hesitate to rush towards the rest of the noodles in panic and screaming.

One sword at a time, blood and water scattered, one by one, the noodles that were too much taller than him fell down, all covering their throats tightly.

Several noodle-like men rushed out with their knives, and yelled at him with a screaming face.

Just a sword semicircle, a white arc turned by a sword spirit suddenly appeared, flashed over a few noodles.

All of them were armed with knives, and all of them were cut into two pieces, and blood and viscera spattered out.

Lin Xin had a little blood on his cheek, and he gently reached out and wiped it away. Shamelessly shook off the blood on the blade.

Looking around, there are more than ten scattered noodle people running around.

He held the red flower sword flat.

"Inmanto."

The red edge of the sword shone.

Chichi Chi

Suddenly, more than ten large black silver-grained vines rushed out of the ground. These vines were like tentacles, and they bundled the noodles who had not escaped one by one.

The surface of the vines continued to produce numerous sharp small spines. Severely pierced into the noodle people, after a while, all of these noodle people were sucked by the spikes so that only one piece of skin was left, and they were thrown to the ground.

Lin Xin, holding a red flower sword, walked slowly between the roots of the vines and walked to the large boxes escorted by the convoy.

The box was covered with black cloth. There seemed to be a slight sound inside.

He lifted the black cloth with a sword.

There are actually men and women who are naked and all ordinary people like normal humans.

"Rescue us" One of the conscious women with tears and snot was still flowing, seeing Lin Xin appearing in front of her, she begged.

Lin Xin glanced at her pupils, and knew that the person had been drugged and was not saved, and it was a similar excitement drug that could rudely stimulate all potential in a short time.

He saw the collars around these people's necks, which was a symbol of slavery.

Each of these people has become unconscious and silly. Only the woman is barely aware. But it has not been saved. It's a matter of time to become a fool idiot.

"It's a slave transport team." Lin Xin sighed, looking at people like chickens and ducks in the box, his eyes flashed with mercy.

"Living is also a pain for you. Let me help you out."

He raised his sword.

When Bai Mang flashed, the whole box was cut off and turned into two pieces.

All the human slaves inside were cut short by two swords, and the blood and internal organs flowed to the ground.

Inmanto's roots and beards gathered up greedily, and began to eat blood.

Lin Xin sat down cross-legged and took a carb gas to supplement the consumption of summoning Inmanto.

After getting up, the root whiskers also treated the blood-eating corpse almost. He put away the summons, searched, found a demon rune, and quickly moved forward.

Soon a team of noodlemen appeared.

Lin Xin shot in, the sword edge summoned Inmanto, and he himself solved the noodles one by one.

No mercy, only killing.

Roots waving at high speed, **** noodles trying to escape and sucked.

A lot of warm currents poured into Lin Xin's body. He clearly felt that his cultivation was improving rapidly.

Soon the body feels full. He quickly picked up the ninth-level decision of Xiaoguiyuanjue.

For a moment ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ The body is like a pierced balloon. It bursts through the urn and incorporates new meridians into the internal air circulation system. But with Inmanto's killing, more warm currents poured into him continuously.

A sense of euphoria, like a drug, kept flowing into his mind with the warm current.

Continuous improvement

Is this really good?

Suddenly a flash of vigilance flashed through his mind, and the whitish dead body in the carriage flashed in front of his eyes.

However, under the continuous influx of warm current, he immediately left the thought behind.

Not long after, the entire convoy was slaughtered.

Lin Xin stood in a pool of blood, slowly glowing with white light, and countless innate air lingering around him, almost boiled out of his body. To be continued.

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