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was once a genius who was also praised by everyone in the clouds.

The middle-aged man hated the word genius incomparably.

His past experience is haunted like a nightmare.

His pain is unknown to anyone.

And his hobby is to make all geniuses end up in the same fate as him, or even worse!

Long-standing sick psychology.

Let him have long been twisted.

At this moment, he only had Lin Yu in his eyes.

The No. 1 and others on the side, Li Boyang, and the tied Tsunoda hero, were all regarded as nothing.

That heart that has been numb for a long time can only be reawakened with the blood of genius.

Thirteen dead soldiers, quickly dispersed.

Lin Yu was surrounded in the middle.

Their standing is very regular, echoing each other without interfering with each other.

Thirteen dead soldiers, in the same position.

In their right hands, they hold a dagger behind their backs.

An inch long, an inch strong.

One inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

The danger is also the unexpected.

Kill at close range, courage first.

As a dead man, he has long put life and death aside.

The shorter the weapon, the more it can give full play to the advantage of not being afraid of death.

"Leave a last word!"

A hoarse voice rang out.

Dry, like two pieces of rotten wood, rubbing against each other.

Lin Yu's face was expressionless, and a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Too much nonsense!"

There was a bit of banter and a bit of contempt in his tone.

He has always been the only one who has left his last words.

How could anyone have dared to speak wildly in front of him.

Hearing this, the gray eyes of the gray-clothed middle-aged man flashed a sharp brightness.

"Kill!"

A low roar, murderous.

Brush......

Thirteen daggers, reflecting a little bit of light, like a starry star.

In the blink of an eye, the thirteen dead men attacked at the same time.

In a pair of lifeless eyes, there was a flickering, cruel, beastly light.

They turned into a pack of hungry wolves, fiercely, tearing at the prey in the middle.

The dagger was not only hurried but also fast.

The stabbing parts are all critical.

Thirteen daggers completely locked Lin Yu's dodge space.

It's as if a precise calculation has been made before the attack.

But what made Lin Yu most jealous was the poisonous snake that had not yet been moved.

As long as you see a flaw, you will show your fangs.

This is a combined attack technique that is specially designed to kill people.

The thirteen dead men are like one with the gray-clothed middle-aged man.

In the midst of the siege, Lin Yu toeed up.

From the soft sand, pick up a puddle of sand.

It's like a hurricane on the flats.

Tiny grains of sand, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, whistled away.

Just listening to the sound, you can imagine what it is like to be hit by a grain of sand.

Normal people, the first reaction, must be to raise their arms and cover their faces.

However, the thirteen dead soldiers still maintained an attacking posture.

Grains of fine sand hit the face.

Some even break open the skin and embed it in the flesh.

Dense wounds, oozing traces of blood.

In the impact of the sand, they were unconscious.

The biggest reaction was to close my eyes.

Despite this, the dagger stabbed with great precision.

Seeing this, Lin Yu was not in a hurry.

The shoulders are constantly shaking, and the body is twisting arbitrarily.

At this moment, he seems to be a soft noodle.

He can always twist his body into various weird angles to avoid the daggers.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in gray suddenly moved.

Like thunder, it will come in an instant.

Brush Brush Brush ......

The short sword flew, and in an instant, three swords were stabbed.

The short sword in his hand, about a foot long, has a unique shape, twisting and turning, like a coiled snake.

And his sword-swinging posture is even more bizarre.

The rest of the body didn't move, just stabbed the sword out with the force of a wrist flip.

The sword is on the edge, sharp and sharp, and the changes are weird.

When the gray-clothed middle-aged man rushed in, the thirteen dead soldiers skillfully dodged a passage.

Between them, there seems to be an electrocardiogram.

The action is natural, as if it has been rehearsed countless times.

Fourteen people, as a whole.

With tacit understanding, it is natural.

The move is like thunder, like lightning, sharp and vicious.

It is astonishing that they can be so close to each other that they can do not interfere with each other in the slightest.

The short sword in the hand of the gray-clothed middle-aged man is like a baton.

Thirteen daggers, swinging with it.

Complement each other and complement each other.

The offensive was surging like a tide of rage, layer after layer, wave after wave.

The swept sword light, like a little cold star, revolved around Lin Yu and shone.

The cooperation between them is extremely smooth, without the slightest condensation.

The wrist of the middle-aged man in gray clothes works skillfully.

The light of the sword, like a burst of sparks.

The changes in the moves give people a sense of unpredictability and indistinguishability.

The sword light and tarsal bones wrapped around Lin Yu like a sword, and each time it was only a millimeter.

This is a sword light that is faster than lightning.

Encountered, faster than lightning.

In a flash, Lin Yu embodied the word light and spirit vividly.

Like a wisp of green smoke, let you storm and rain, I dance with the wind.

After a long time of fruitless attack, the middle-aged man in gray drank a low word: "Disease!"

The offensive accelerated suddenly, and in an instant, eighteen swords were stabbed.

At this moment, Lin Yu's face showed a rare hint of solemnity.

Reach out with both hands, if you wave the lute.

Ten fingers flick sensitively, like a dancing elf.

Each finger seems to have an independent consciousness.

It can be twisted at will and beats lightly.

Bite......

The sound of metal knocking is incessant.

The sword light, which was more brilliant than fireworks, was dim after the extreme splendor.

Immediately, the silver threads swept up out of thin air.

Swimming, wrapped around the wrist behind the dagger and dagger.

They were entangled, too close.

The appearance of silver thread is too abrupt.

So much so that the thirteen dead soldiers, before they had time to react, the silver wire was wrapped around their wrists.

Only the middle-aged man in gray clothes, his wrist trembled, and he snorted, slashing out a few sword lights, cutting off a strand of silver that attacked.

Silver wire, slammed tight.

Thirteen severed palms fell on the beach.

Scarlet blood, spurting from the severed wrist.

At this time, Lin Yu jumped and jumped out of the encirclement lightly.

His expression was still calm, but a little sweat oozed from the tip of his nose.

And the thirteen dead soldiers, after their palms were cut, did not frown.

They reached out and tore a strip of cloth from the corner of their clothes, tightened their broken wrists, and stopped the bleeding.

Then, with a blank face, he bent down and picked up the dagger in his severed palm.

From beginning to end, their expressions did not change in the slightest.

It's as if it was someone else's palm that was cut off.

It has nothing to do with them.

This scene made the No. 1 and others who were watching secretly speechless.

The thirteen people in front of him were simply painless killing machines.

was cut off a hand, and it was still as if nothing happened.

The steely will is admirable.

If they change places, the five of them will definitely not be able to do this.

Because, pain will make the body make a subconscious conditioned reflex.

is worthy of being the Thirteen Dead Soldiers, except for the target task, there is no distraction.

Unlike the shock of No. 1 and the others, Lin Yu only shook his head slightly.

Living people, tortured into a puppet machine, stifling the spirituality of life.

These thirteen dead men can do this.

It's because I suffered unimaginable torture before.

It is only under extreme pain and torture that one can be so numb.

"I was surprised by the viciousness of the skull. ”

In the cold gaze, the killing intent was awe-inspiring.

"Your strength has also exceeded my expectations. ”

The gray-clothed middle-aged man still has that blank expression.

The more talented the prey, the more it can trigger bloodthirsty pleasure.

"A peerless genius like you, I've met one once. ”

The numb expression of the gray-clothed middle-aged man began to become vivid.

At this moment, his body seemed to have regained its due vitality.

"Twenty years ago, I was defeated!"

Speaking of this, his tone was full of sighs.

In the gray eyes, unforgettable memories emerged.

The competition 20 years ago changed the trajectory of his life.

From an unruly genius to a slave who endures humiliation.

Twenty years as a slave, it's hard!

Every point.

every second.

For him, it was all endless pain.

The unbearable torment made him numb and obedient.

Sometimes, he can't even feel his own heartbeat.

Alive, like the walking dead.

Since then, he has had a special hobby.

Also, the only hobby.

Strangling one genius after another with his own hands is the only joy in his gloomy life.

Only the fall of genius can make that numb heart feel the excitement again.

"Twenty years ago, I was defeated. ”

"I'm defeated. ”

"I'm defeated......"

The gray-clothed middle-aged man muttered to himself.

The same sentence is repeated over and over again.

The voice gradually became more and more excited.

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