The aborigines in the World of Swordsman do not have extremely powerful bodies like those in the World of Strongmen. Their power comes more from the soul sword. The physical fitness of most swordsmiths can only be said to be ordinary, and they can withstand an explosive sword from the front.
Even if you don't die, you will still be seriously injured due to the angry bombing.
Just like the bearded man at this moment, he was seriously injured and almost lost his fighting ability. He could only lie on the ground and moan in pain.
Seeing this, Lin Ze stepped towards him. The aura on his body trembled continuously along the way, as if he had smashed countless invisible things. Only then did he reach the side of the bearded man, knelt down and asked:
"What's the name of your soul knife?"
The bearded man was quite tough. When he saw Lin Ze approaching, he immediately shut up and stopped moaning. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain.
Lin Ze didn't take it seriously and continued to ask: "Ding Jin only sent you to assassinate me? Do you have any accomplices?"
The bearded man took a breath with a pale face, glanced at him with anger, and sneered: "I won't tell you, if you dare, kill me!"
"Tough bones, amazing." Lin Ze smiled and did not get angry. Instead, he thought for a moment and then stood up and walked away. When he returned, he already had a towel, a pot of water and a rope in his hand.
Under the calm gaze of the bearded man, Lin Ze first tied him up with a rope, then unfolded the towel, shook it, and covered his face. With the other hand, he took the kettle and slowly opened the kettle.
Pour the water inside onto the towel.
Some cold water fell on the bearded man's face, which startled him slightly, but when he realized it was just water, he immediately relaxed a lot.
However, within a moment, the bearded man began to struggle violently, twisting his body wildly, regardless of the injuries on his back. Unfortunately, Lin Ze's other hand kept pressing his head, as steady as a rock.
Guessing that the time was almost up, Lin Ze stopped watering and took off the towel.
As soon as the towel was taken away, the bearded man's eyes widened and he took a deep breath. As a result, he choked on the water in his nose and coughed violently.
"So, let me ask you again, what is your soul knife's name?"
At this moment, the bearded man, who was still very strong at first, was already extremely weak. He no longer dared to hide anything, and replied with a heavy breath:
"Lo, snare!"
Snare?
Lin Ze searched in his mind and quickly recalled the corresponding information. This was an intermediate knife-making formula. The soul knife after it was made could reproduce the attack trajectory of the holder within an hour.
In layman's terms, it means that the holder of the Soul Knife slashes at a certain position, and in the next hour, this knife can be repeatedly activated and reappeared, and then attack the target that passes by or happens to be at that position.
Now he finally understood why he had been attacked so strangely before. Apparently before he came back, the bearded man had left countless slashes in the living room, just waiting to be activated again.
The snare is not very powerful in real-time combat, but when the holder is prepared and arranges the battle location in advance, it can have a very terrifying effect, and can even kill one or two people who are stronger than themselves by leapfrogging.
level enemies.
If Lin Ze hadn't had Qi to protect his body, and if the bearded man hadn't underestimated his strength, it would have been anyone's guess who would win the battle in the end.
"Has Ding Jin sent anyone else besides you?"
"have."
"How many people? Where are they?"
"Bao, there are two of us including me, and the other one went to deal with the others."
"Who should we deal with?" Lin Ze suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"A girl named Su Lin."
Lin Ze's expression immediately turned cold and he stood up suddenly.
"Yeah, I've said everything that needs to be said, can you spare my life?" the bearded man said weakly, without any of the toughness he had when he yelled before.
Hearing this, Lin Ze nodded and said, "I promise you."
The bearded man was startled, surprised that Lin Ze was so easy to talk to. The next second he felt a pain in his heart. He looked down and saw that a bright blade had already penetrated his left chest.
laugh!
Lin Ze pulled out the blade, shook off the blood on it, looked at the bearded man with puzzled eyes, and said calmly: "Kill me if you dare. Isn't that what you said?"
"I did it."
Hearing this, the bearded man's eyes widened, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he said nothing, tilted his head and died.
Lin Ze turned around and left the house, speeding towards Su Lin's home.
The two lived not far from each other. In less than five minutes, Lin Ze had arrived at Su Lin's home. Before he even entered the door, he heard the clear sound of fighting coming from inside.
Without hesitation, he kicked open the door and rushed in. His eyes wandered around and he quickly saw what was going on inside the house.
The living room has long since become a mess, with broken wooden furniture and glass fragments everywhere, and the walls are covered with knife marks like children's graffiti.
In the messy place, Su Lin was fighting a middle-aged man with a knife. Her face was slightly pale, and blood was flowing from several wounds on her body. Her clothes were soaked in red. Her swing of the knife was extremely difficult, and she was obviously at a disadvantage.
The loud knocking on the door suddenly attracted the attention of the two people who were fighting. When they saw Lin Ze appearing at the door, they were both startled. Su Lin's beautiful eyes lit up immediately, and the middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, thinking
Without even thinking, he jumped towards the window not far away, trying to escape without hesitation.
However, Lin Ze moved faster and stood in front of him with just a few steps. With a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, the two men's white knives collided hard together, creating a dazzling spark.
As the sparks flashed, Lin Ze suddenly felt the white knife in his hand sink.
"Be careful! His soul knife is 'Qianjun', which can continuously double the weight of objects it touches!" Su Lin shouted anxiously when he saw this.
Hearing this, Lin Ze raised his eyebrows, and the middle-aged man who was fighting with him sneered: "Get out of here!"
While yelling and scolding, he swung his sword quickly and slashed Lin Ze's white sword three times. The latter suddenly felt that the weapon was much heavier, and his wrist suddenly couldn't bear the strength, and the weapon sank downwards.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged man quickly escaped and ran towards the window.
Lin Ze's face remained calm, and he used force on his wrist to stop the white knife from falling. Then he felt it carefully and found that the weight of the white knife had only increased twice. It did not increase every time the Soul Knife Qianjun struck in his memory.
Twice the weight of the property.
"It seems like he's just an apprentice swordsmith."
Understanding in his heart, Lin Ze raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who had rushed to the window and was about to break through the glass to escape, and raised his white knife indifferently.
As the flames burst out, a red flame sword energy suddenly shot out like an arrow from a string, hitting the middle-aged man's back in an instant. A scream was heard immediately, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground with his body covered in charred black, with his back
There was a shocking wound, and the whole person was motionless, having fainted from the pain.
In the center of the living room, Su Lin stared blankly at the scene in front of her, speechless for a long time.