With the disgruntled words of these journalists.

The voices complaining are increasing.

"Those so-called gods and cultists of Zi Tianzhu are simply more hateful than the Yanhuang people, ignorant and backward, if I hadn't been notified a long time ago, I would have to expose their excessive behavior when I go back!"

"Hmph, that's right, these backward countries, backward in civilization, and the people are just as ignorant and backward, how dare they restrict the freedom of movement of journalists in so many of our countries? House arrest us!? In such a hellish place?"

The reporters were complaining.

When you look at those Brahmans, they are full of resentment.

"Hey, this is our country's so-called new allies? That's how they treat us with such enthusiasm? If I hadn't come to this hellish place, I really didn't expect that the people of our new allies would be so ignorant!

In the midst of the complaints, someone sneered and said: "Don't be stupid, this is the international alliance relationship, what democracy, what freedom, is just a glamorous appearance, and the inside is full of the darkness of Chiguoguo." ”

"You see, this time it was the Tianzhu people who took the initiative to make trouble near the border, but we have to abide by the orders from the country, desperately praise the Tianzhu people who made trouble, and discredit the Yanhuang people, look, this is the so-called fairness and justice. ”

While he was talking, an argument broke out not far away.

Two media reporters with cameras on their shoulders tried to make their way through the gentle meadows nearby to shoot some footage deeper.

But they had barely taken a few steps when they were stopped by a Brahmin wrapped in a turban.

The two sides faced off fiercely because of the language barrier.

"Get out of the way, we're going to go in, and we're interviewing again. ”

The reporter with the microphone waved his arms angrily.

The Brahmin on the opposite side shook his head and raised his hand to point to the tent area behind him.

His eyes were full of irresistible firmness.

"Bastard, damn it, do you understand me or not, I said I have the right to conduct an interview, you can't stop it, get out of the way, get out of the way immediately. ”

The reporter was very excited, short of breath, and his face was flushed.

I don't know if it's because of mood ups and downs, or altitude sickness.

The Brahmin on the other side spoke the Tianzhu dialect that sounded like ancient Sanskrit.

The reporter didn't understand what the other party was talking about, and with some annoyance, he puffed out his chest and rushed straight ahead.

As an expatriate correspondent, he is tall and strong.

And the Brahmin who stood in the way was more like a typical Tianzhu Asan, black and thin.

The comparison of the body size of the two is no longer a weight class at all.

Nearby reporters, seeing this scene, couldn't help but let out a strange scream.

In their opinion, the difference in size is already doomed to win or lose.

But the result is always unexpected.

The tall, muscular journalist, like a brute bull, slammed into the Brahmanical body.

I only heard a muffled bang.

Immediately, the reporter flew upside down like a bouncing basketball.

Poof!

The body fell to the ground and rolled down the slope.

Brahmans, on the other hand, stand still.

Seeing this, there was an uproar around.

"Dare to beat a journalist, we want to protest, we want to protest......"

The reporters, who had been holding their breath for a long time, threw down their cameras and swarmed towards the hillside.

These journalists from Western countries are accustomed to being arrogant, and they have never been treated like this.

They swarmed up and surrounded the Brahman.

There were a few short-tempered guys who couldn't help but wave their fists, ready to use force.

The moment they moved, the Brahmans who were standing still suddenly took a deep breath, opened their mouths and roared.

The sound was like thunder, reverberating through the empty valley.

The reporters gathered around felt the scorching thunder in their ears.

For a moment, the whole world seemed to be eerily quiet.

Loss of hearing, dizziness in the head.

The legs are weak, as if drunk.

They waved their hands, clutching feebly in the air.

Staggered under his feet, unable to even stand on his feet.

After a while, puff puff puff...... , fell to the ground in seven and eight.

The Brahmin glanced around, a disdainful smile on his face.

As if to laugh at these self-defeating journalists.

Just as he was looking down at everyone, suddenly, a light laugh came.

"It was rumored that Tantra was born out of Brahmanism, and today it is true. ”

Hearing the voice, the Brahmin couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Immediately, he assumed a defensive posture.

Ten fingers of both palms, pinched into a strange gesture.

A vigilant gaze, constantly glancing around.

The voice just now was so ethereal.

It sounded like it was coming from Stratus clouds in the sky.

Mighty and mighty, with the wind.

makes people unable to tell the direction at all.

The Brahmans shouted vigilantly on the defensive.

It's like a Sanskrit chant, strong and long.

Hearing this, the Brahmins patrolling nearby soon gathered.

Between each other, the standing positions are staggered and quite orderly.

When the group of Brahmans stood still, a man and a woman appeared in front of them at some point.

Looking at the appearance of these two people, they are both typical Yanhuang people.

The man was casually carrying a long, narrow knife in his hand.

Woman, carrying a sword.

Two people, slowly and leisurely, walked towards them.

Although he walks slowly, he moves at an astonishing speed.

After seeing the appearance of the person who came clearly, a Brahmin couldn't help but exclaim: "Lin Yu!"

Chinese pronunciation, very jerky.

It feels weird.

It's like a foreigner, the tone of a beginner learning Chinese.

"Hehe, it looks like you've been waiting for me. ”

Lin Yu asked politely, a warm smile on his face.

A pair of eyes were full of warmth, and there was no fierce murderous aura at all.

Seeing Lin Yu, the group of Brahmans swallowed nervously.

Feet, involuntarily backwards.

"Lin Yu, our elders are waiting for you......"

A subdued voice sounded, and the strange tone sounded very funny.

Obviously, these Brahmins had memorized a few words of Mandarin by rote.

"Oh, so, kill them. ”

Lin Yu smiled and groaned, and then said to Huangfu Yunyan.

The tone is still so gentle.

The killing is decisive, but there is no trace of fierceness.

The mood is clear, and he doesn't take the life in front of him in his eyes.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs.

At this moment, Lin Yu is like a master who controls heaven and earth.

Gentle eyes, watching the life and death killings in the world.

With an order, the emperor flew away like a swallow.

The body is as light as a swallow, chasing the wind and electricity.

Phew!

The sword is out of its sheath, as if it were clear.

The long sword in his hand, like snowflakes in the sky, fell suddenly.

The sword style is chic and handsome, the blue light is agitated, the sword flowers are dotted, the falling flowers are colorful, and they are scattered in all directions.

When the sword is out, it is elegant and leisurely, calm, understated, and acts as if nothing happened.

That kind of casual posture is like nature.

The sword flew and there was no trace.

Not only is the move sharp, but also beautiful.

The sword is clutched, the virtual and the real are changing, and the poignant and ethereal are like ghosts, which is really not the weather of the world.

Such a subtle sword move, even when Lin Yu encountered it for the first time, he couldn't help but let out a burst of amazement.

Now it is used to deal with a group of Tianzhu cultists, and it is simply a slaughtering knife used to kill chickens.

Poof, poof......

Before the Brahmin on the other side could react, he was surprised to find that he had a shocking wound in his throat.

Red blood splattered down the wound.

Droplets of blood splattered, emitting a hint of heat.

On the plateau in winter, it instantly condensed into blood freezes.

One of the Brahmins, at the last moment of his life, did his best to ring the golden bell in his hand as a warning.

The crisp sound of bells, echoing in the empty valley.

With the bitter cold wind, it drifted into the distance.

Brush!

The three-foot green blade is regrouped into the sheath.

Huangfu Yunyan came back to his senses, clasped his hands into fists, bowed his head to Lin Yu and said, "Young master, my subordinates are not doing their work well, and they are willing to be punished!"

Although her shot just now was ethereal and elegant, it fell short in the end, giving the other party a gap for warning.

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