Chapter 527: Your strength and mine are not at the same level at all
When Lin Yun was watching with interest, a middle-aged figure appeared behind him at some point.
This middle-aged man was wearing bronze armor, had a gutter nose, cold and sharp eyes, and was full of murderous intent.
There is no doubt that he is Zhang Shijie, the commander of the Xizhou City Guard Army.
Lin Yun seemed not to notice Zhang Shijie behind him, his eyes always staring at the bottom of the cliff.
"Since you already know the truth, why don't you run away?" Zhang Shijie did not take action immediately, but asked with some confusion.
Since the young man in front of him can discover the truth, it means that he has a very high IQ. But why would a person with such a high IQ just wait here to die?
"I've been waiting for you here for a long time." Lin Yun sat calmly and looked at the bottom of the cliff. He was not surprised by Zhang Shijie's arrival. It was obvious that he had known that he would come.
"Wait for me to take your life?" Zhang Shijie had already drawn the sword from his waist while speaking.
After this treasured sword was injected with his vitality, it immediately glowed with a faint blue light, obviously it was a treasured weapon.
"Suffer death!"
Zhang Shijie snorted coldly, and then slashed at Lin Yun with his knife.
Lin Yun, however, sat calmly on the spot, with no intention of evading, and did not even look back.
Until Zhang Shijie's knife was already close to Lin Yun's neck.
Lin Yun then raised his hand casually, stretched out his hardened index finger upwards, and blocked the incoming blade.
The unstoppable knife struck the index finger and stopped suddenly as if time had paused.
No matter how sharp the blade is, it cannot cause any damage to the index finger.
"What?!" Zhang Shijie's eyes widened and his pupils suddenly shrank inward.
The scene before him was so incredible that he couldn't believe it at all.
At the level of a sixth-level martial artist, the sword he slashed with all his strength was actually blocked by a seventh-level warrior with one finger.
How could such a ridiculous thing be true?
This must be a dream!
Before Zhang Shijie could recover from the shock, Lin Yun pressed down with his fingers.
An irresistible force suddenly struck.
The sword in Zhang Shijie's hand seemed to be pressed down by a huge mountain, falling uncontrollably...
bite!
The sword fell to the ground.
Zhang Shijie looked at Lin Yun with a horrified face, still unable to believe what was happening in front of him, and still felt like a dream.
In a flash of lightning, Lin Yun took action like lightning.
The punch was so fast that it seemed to disappear. Zhang Shijie didn't even see the shadow of the punch, so he vomited blood and flew backwards.
After flying upside down for more than ten meters, Zhang Shijie hit the rock mass with his head. The rock mass collapsed instantly, and countless rocks rolled down, completely burying him.
When Zhang Shijie climbed out of the pile of rocks, his whole body was covered with tadpole-like black curse marks.
Lin Yun then turned around casually and looked at Zhang Shijie, who was covered in curse marks, with indifferent eyes.
This familiar tadpole-shaped black curse mark is obviously the inheritance of Mingjiao's magic power.
Lin Yun had met the leader of the Ming Cult on his way to the royal city in order to participate in the martial arts competition.
And now, those who control this gang of gangsters behind the scenes are actually the remnants of the Ming Cult.
Xizhouhou and Zhang Shijie will become the leaders of the fierce bandits, and they are also related to the remaining members of the Mingjiao.
Xizhouhou is already a strong man in the ninth level martial arts realm, and even he is willing to be controlled by the remnants of the Mingjiao, which is enough to show how powerful the remnants of the Mingjiao are.
His cultivation level is at least above that of King Wu, and his status is definitely above that of the helmsman Lin Yun met earlier.
"I underestimated you just now, now I will go all out, you prepare to die!" As Zhang Shijie spoke, he mobilized his energy to condense an iron-armed giant ape behind him.
After his martial spirit appeared, his body also assimilated and became almost the same as the giant iron-armed ape.
After the transformation, Zhang Shijie stepped hard on the ground with his soles, instantly creating a dent in the ground. Using the force, his body jumped forward, turning into a phantom and rushing towards Lin Yun.
The ability of Zhang Shijie's martial spirit can greatly increase his own strength and speed.
The Mingjiao's inherited magic power can also greatly increase strength and speed.
When martial arts and magic skills are used at the same time, the effects can be superimposed repeatedly, allowing his strength and speed to be superimposed multiple times.
With the combined blessing of the two effects, Zhang Shijie's speed instantly reached the extreme, and his strength reached an unprecedented height.
In just a blink of an eye, he jumped in front of Lin Yun and punched Lin Yun.
That punch directly broke through the sound barrier, bursting out a circle of white sound waves, carrying the rolling air waves, and hit Lin Yun violently.
However, Zhang Shijie's expression fell into a dull state at that moment.
Because what he hit with his fist was just the afterimage left by Lin Yun.
At that moment, there was only one thought left in his mind - so fast!
"Don't you understand yet?"
When Zhang Shijie was shocked, Lin Yun's faint voice suddenly sounded behind him.
He was suddenly startled, turned around quickly and punched back.
Lin Yun raised his left hand casually, caught his fist lightly, and said to him expressionlessly: "You and I are not at the same level of strength at all."
While speaking, Lin Yun stabbed forward with his right hand, piercing the sharp blade into his chest. The bright red tip penetrated his back, and blood spattered backwards along the sword.
A large amount of blood spilled from the corner of Zhang Shijie's mouth, and then he slowly lowered his head, staring at the sword inserted into his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief.
This precious sword was the same one he used to attack Lin Yun just now, but was knocked down by Lin Yun with one finger.
When Zhang Shijie looked up at Lin Yun again, his eyes were filled with horror and despair.
"You...who...are you?!"
It was only at this moment that Zhang Shijie realized that this seemingly ordinary situation in front of him was by no means an ordinary situation!
"You don't need to know my identity, you just need to know that you will die here soon."
After Lin Yun finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back. His figure was quickly submerged in the darkness.
Zhang Shijie, whose eyes were wide-eyed, just looked up to the sky and fell backwards.
Until the moment of death, he didn't know whose hands he died at.
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After getting rid of Zhang Shijie, Lin Yun followed the group of bandits headed by Xizhou Hou to a grand canyon.
In the depths of this grand canyon, there is a huge and hidden cave, which always exudes a bloodthirsty and violent atmosphere.
Dozens of tough bandits in black were guarding outside the cave. Each of them had a level nine martial arts level, and the leader among them had already reached the level of a warrior.
The Marquis of Xizhou led a large group of black-clad bandits and detained more than fifty warriors to the entrance of the cave.
"Guard me outside, don't let anyone in!" After Xizhou Hou ordered the black-clothed gangsters guarding the door, he led more than a hundred black-clothed gangsters and escorted more than fifty warriors into the cave...