The shrill screams instantly echoed through the mountains and forests.
The young man holding the knife was stabbed, and one of his arms was chopped off by Zhao Yun.
However, this guy's reaction was extremely quick, and his legs and feet were extremely numb. Before he could stand firmly, he covered his shoulders and ran into the grass.
"Where to run."
Zhao Yun was holding a dragon-patterned sword and pursued closely behind him.
Then, sparks of collision between knives and swords were seen in the forest.
Everything is in the flash of lightning.
So much so that the bald man was caught off guard.
It’s also because it was too dark that I couldn’t see who it was. ??
All I know is that he is a young boy.
This is awesome.
A little brat actually seriously injured his right-hand man.
call out!
The cold light suddenly appeared, and Coach Lin had already shot the third arrow.
The bald man hurriedly stopped and dodged.
Only then did he see clearly who had done it, and he gritted his teeth.
"forestry."
"It's me." Coach Lin didn't talk nonsense. He threw away his bow and arrow and came with a gun.
"I let you run away back then, but I will kill you tonight." The bald man came forward with a knife.
pound!
Bang!
If they don't agree with each other, they will start fighting on the spot.
Coach Lin has extraordinary martial arts skills, and his marksmanship is fierce and domineering.
The bald man is not a coward, he dances with the ghost-headed sword and opens and closes.
For a moment, it was hard to tell the difference between the two, but the clanging sound of iron weapons caused the dark forest to startle flying birds one after another.
puff!
Deep in the jungle, another bloody light was seen.
The one who got stabbed was still the young man holding the knife.
He was miserable. He escaped from Coach Lin's killing blow, but failed to avoid Zhao Yun's dragon pattern sword. Not only did he lose an arm, but he was also slashed with wounds all over his body.
However, the person who severely injured him was a young boy.
However, this little kid has extraordinary martial arts skills.
If nothing else, let's just say that this swordsmanship is so exquisite that even he, a horse bandit who licks blood from the tip of his sword, often suffers big losses.
"Zhao Zilong."
His face was ferocious, and he finally saw his opponent clearly.
There was a strange kid in Wutong Town who studied literature and martial arts and was called a child prodigy. At first he didn't care about it, but now he turns to him and he turns out to be a monster.
"Look at the sword."
Zhao Yun jumped up with his sword and struck in the air with a strike.
The young man holding the knife was in poor condition. He staggered and raised his knife to block.
The sound of pounding suddenly resounded, followed by the sound of vomiting blood.
The young man holding the sword knelt down. He was kneeling down because Zhao Yun struck him with a sword.
"How can it be."
He was shocked and appalled.
What a little kid! How could he be so powerful?
And this sword is really sharp. His knife has been split and looks like it will break.
"Let's go."
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Zhao Yun didn't give him a chance to breathe and kicked him in the chest.
The force on his feet was also quite powerful. He kicked the old man until he coughed up blood. He was thrown over and hit a big tree before he landed heavily. In one breath,
The child had difficulty breathing and was vomiting heavily.
"You are causing harm to the world." Zhao Yun strode over, gave him a stabbing blow, and sent him away directly.
The knife-wielding young man set out on the road, walking with his eyes open until he died.
He was someone who had seen the big world, but when he arrived, he was killed by a little boy. It was really embarrassing.
Whoosh!
After solving the knife-wielding young man, Zhao Yun went straight to the other side without delay.
When he arrived, Coach Lin and the bald man were fighting fiercely.
A beautiful mountain forest was turned into a mess.
Looking at the battle situation, it is still evenly divided, and the master is in a panic.
The bald man was not much better. He was stabbed with a bloody hole by a spear, and blood surged out.
Because of his arrival, the war temporarily stopped.
Fortunately, Coach Lin is very confident in his disciple's strength. It's not difficult to kill the young man with the knife.
The bald man, on the other hand, looked extremely ugly when he saw Zhao Yun.
Just now, it was too dark to see which one it was, but now that we were closer, we realized who it was. It turned out to be Zhao Zilong. I had seen this kid when I came to visit the site before.
This guy was the one who knocked down his two brothers from Black Wolf Mountain, the two who were killed by hailstones.
Unexpectedly, tonight, with the dark moon and high wind, he lost another brother.
As for his capable man, he is really useless, he can't even take down a child.
"good very good."
The bald man smiled ferociously and brandished his sword to attack Zhao Yun.
He is not stupid, he picks the soft persimmon first.
After capturing this little brat, are you afraid that the other one won't submit?
At worst, you can cripple him, which is better than fighting against two.
In fact, he thought too much.
Coach Lin didn't want to help at all. Instead of helping, he stuck the spear on the ground, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and acted like a spectator.
This is not to trick the disciple, but because of the current situation, it is an excellent training for the disciple.
He also wanted to see how much potential this talented and intelligent child had.
"Die!"
The bald man smiled ferociously, and the ghost-headed sword was filled with cold light.
What responded to him was the piercing sound of a sword. Even though Zhao Yun was not tall, he was not afraid at all. He attacked him in the wind and slashed with his sword.
pound!
The swords still collided, with a clang and force, and fire burst out.
Zhao Yun was severely shocked, his arms were numb, and the dragon pattern sword he was holding flew away.
Looking at the bald man, he looked confused.
Zhao Yun was severely shocked, and his entire arm was also abnormal.
The pain.
The Ghost Head Sword in his hand was also knocked away and stuck sideways under the tree.
"What a freak."
He was also shocked and couldn't believe it.
I had known that Zhao Zilong had extraordinary martial arts skills, but I didn't know that his strength was so amazing. He was able to knock away his weapon even though he was facing him head-on. In his prime, even a coach like Lin couldn't use such strength!
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Yun took a step forward, jumped into the air, and punched the bald man in the chest.
Well!
Just because the fist is small does not mean that the force is weak. It is also very painful when it hits a person. For example, if a big bald man is punched, he will feel particularly uncomfortable. His chest will turn upside down, and he will have the urge to vomit blood.
Don't worry, there is more.
After one punch, Zhao Yun had another kick.
This time, the bald man really spurted blood and was kicked several feet.
"You little bastard." He was angry, pulled out the ghost-headed knife stuck on the ground, and strode towards him with a ferocious expression.
"Disciple, take the gun."
Coach Lin waved his hand and threw the spear over.
Zhao Yun didn't even look at it, he took it steadily and took advantage of the situation and launched an offensive.
When the bald man came to kill him, he shot out his spear like a dragon.
Buzz!
The war is about to break out.
The two fought back and forth.
Zhao Yun was in a good mood, his fighting spirit was extremely high, and his marksmanship was superb.
What shocked me was the bald man, who became more and more confused as he fought more and more.
Is this Lin Ye's disciple? Why is it that the Lin family's marksmanship is in his hands, and he is more skilled than his master, and in terms of attack power, he is actually better than Lin Ye.
What's ridiculous is that he actually regarded this kid as a soft persimmon.
This is not a soft persimmon, it is clearly a fierce little tiger.
He finally understood. No wonder Lin Ye didn't participate in the war and was just a leisurely spectator. This was the disciple he taught. How could he not know his disciple's fighting prowess?
"Not bad, we can start training now."
Coach Lin smiled, his worries were obviously unnecessary.
Why do you need his help?
Why do you need him to participate in the war?
One of his disciples can kill this bastard.
Dry.
Just do it.
Zhao Yun struck out forcefully and knocked away his opponent's sword with one blow.
The bald man was so scared that he turned around and ran away. How could he not run away? He couldn't even do anything for a kid, but he was still knitting. You know, there was a forestry guy over there? If that guy also came up to kill him, there would be no need to leave.
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"Still want to run?"
Zhao Yun strode forward and threw out the spear in his hand.
Seeing this, the bald man turned sharply and tried to avoid it.
The next moment, he felt a pair of warm little hands grasp his wrist,
Then, he lost his balance and his feet left the ground.
It was Zhao Yun's masterpiece that he forcibly lifted the burly man up and hit him heavily on a rock.
Boom!
The rocks collapsed because they were smashed by the bald man's body.
Amidst the debris flying, the mouthful of blood he spat out was a graceful arc.
He was disabled. He had broken countless bones in an instant. His heart ached, his stomach ached, and his kidneys ached. His whole body ached, and his brain was turned into a ball of mush. All that was left was: Who am I? Where am I?
Gudong!
Coach Lin was a spectator, and the corners of his mouth twitched and his eyes widened as he watched.
While studying martial arts by himself, this was the first time he had seen such a powerful fighting style. He would catch someone and throw him to death. The rocks were so hard! They were all smashed into pieces. Not to mention the physical pain, it was fucking painful just to look at them.
call!
After the battle was over, Zhao Yun took out a breath of turbid air.
Looking at the bald man again, he was lying powerlessly among the rubble. His eyes were protruding, he was spitting out blood, and his crippled body was still trembling.
He also knelt down and died more depressed than the young man with the knife.
At least, his capable men were sent away with swords.
But he was beaten to death by a little brat. When he arrived at the Palace of the King of Hell, he had no shame to say anything.
"You still want to rob us."
Zhao Yun got started, turning over and over on the bald man.
Either he is a robber, or he is rich, and he has more than ten taels of silver.
the other side,
Coach Lin also came over. Seeing his disciple's expression, he spoke seriously and thoughtfully.
Could this be the disciple he taught? So fierce, if you feel unhappy with him one day, you will give him a blow without causing comminuted fractures?
After all, this is a real kid who has the potential to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.
No, the old scholar is still lying in bed? He has been racking his muscles and bones for a hundred days.
"master?"
Zhao Yun had finished the sweep and tugged at the corner of Coach Lin's clothes.
Ahem. Coach Lin suddenly came to his senses. When he looked at the bald man, he couldn't help but sigh. This guy is also unlucky. He can't train anyone well. He only picks steel plates to hit him. And his disciple, that steel plate has thorns.
of.
"What should we do next?" Zhao Yun raised his head and asked.
"Dispose of the body first." Coach Lin rolled up his sleeves.
Dig a hole.
Bury some soil.
These three brothers should have been worshiped before.
You don’t want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but you want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day.
Coach Lin and Zhao Yun, one master and one apprentice, helped them fulfill their wishes in the middle of the night.
"The bandits in Black Wolf Mountain will never give up." Zhao Yun said.
"The dealers in the fields have to close in advance." Coach Lin said deeply.
"Well, I have to tell the folks to take precautions early, and when we have enough to eat and drink, we can relax and wait for work."
"Hey, you still know the art of war?"
"Among the books collected by the old gentleman, there is an art of war." Zhao Yun chuckled.
"If you don't get the top score in the examination, you will be sorry for the old scholar." Coach Lin also smiled, and looking at his disciple's eyes, he became even more pleased.