You can clearly see that there are two figures inside, there is a tall man, grabbing Zhou Xiaorou's neck with one hand, and looking at Lin Yun with a sneer.

Zhou Xiaorou didn't know if it was because she was too frightened or unfortunately injured, her eyes were closed, her limbs were weak, and she seemed to be in a coma.

The man was in such a place where there was no way out, obviously full of confidence in his own strength, or rather, he didn't think that Lin Yun could bring him a threat.

"Let Miss Zhou go." Lin Yun jumped into the carriage, took two steps inside and said.

"Oh? Are you commanding me? The man continued to sneer, and a scar on the right cheek became extremely hideous as the smile twisted frequently,

The man is tall, with a height of more than 1.9 meters, standing in this small space, there is a feeling of standing up to the sky, and there is a machete with a length to his waist next to him, presumably this murder weapon, which took the life of the little policeman.

Like the sloppy uncle, the man has a scruffy beard, unkempt, the clothes on his body are a little faded, and the overall feeling is cheap and shabby.

"I'm not commanding you, I'm warning you." Not to be outdone, Lin Yun said in a deep voice, seeing the other party's cold machete, he also held the hilt of his metal short sword.

Recently, he was entangled in trivial matters, and Lin Yun didn't have time to continue refining this magical blade, even so, he believed that with the sharpness of this short sword, he would not lose to the opponent's machete.

"Hehe, it's a pity that the head of this regiment doesn't like to be warned, because those who warn me usually die ugly." The man replied forcefully.

After the man finished speaking, he raised the huge machete and raised it with one hand, the tip of the knife was facing the tip of Lin Yun's nose, which showed that his strength was not trivial, and this machete would be used with ease in his hand.

Lin Yun had no intention of fighting a war of words with the other party, because in his opinion, although this man's cultivation was high, he was only in the realm of a powerhouse for more than sixty years, and there was still a gap between him and himself.

The other party claims to be the head of the regiment, it is estimated that he is the head of the twilight mercenary group, looking at his momentum and cultivation, he is indeed capable of taking on this position, it seems that this time the Hua family has given a lot of remuneration, and even the regiment commander has personally gone into battle.

"What do you want?" Lin Yun asked dogmatically.

"It's very simple, the head of this regiment is a principled person, as long as you can beat me, this chick will be yours, if you lose, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the knife in my hand." The man spoke, swinging the machete a few times, making a few strong winds in the air.

Lin Yun could see that this was a good knife, as long as an ordinary weapon collided with it, it would either break or break, of course, this ordinary weapon did not include Lin Yun's metal short sword.

"If I win against you, you also have to promise that you will never trouble Miss Zhou again!" Lin Yun said firmly.

"No problem, it's a deal!" The man replied boldly.

After the man finished speaking, he put Zhou Xiaorou aside, held the knife in his left hand, and returned to Lin Yun again, with a smug smile on his face, as if he had already won.

This is a left-hander, Lin Yun was secretly frightened.

From the perspective of martial arts, left-handers are not easy to deal with, because his moves are diametrically opposed to the vast majority of people, so when encountering left-handers, people are prone to make habitual mistakes and be taken advantage of by opponents.

Lin Yun originally planned to see the situation through the fight first, and then decide whether to use the sword or not, but now he had to draw the metal short sword in advance, so as not to be caught off guard at that time.

However, the moment the dagger was unsheathed, the man exclaimed, "What are you...... Devil May Cry Sword? ”

The other party actually knew the origin of this metal short sword, which surprised Lin Yun.

You must know that this piece of metal was obtained by Lin Yun from Wu Tianji's relics, and the other party knows this short sword, which means that he also knows Wu Tianji?

"You're pretty knowledgeable." Lin Yun pretended to be calm and asked quietly.

"Nonsense, the family of the head of this regiment has a common enmity with Wu Tianji, of course I know his blade, but it's you, what is the relationship between you and that bastard of Wu Tianji?" The man asked viciously, the smugness in his eyes had turned into hatred.

Hearing this, Lin Yun secretly complained in his heart, he didn't expect to meet the enemy of Wutianji here, this is really a narrow road!

At the same time, Lin Yun heard a light voice in his ears: "Master, I think this person's aura is very familiar, he is very likely to be one of those families back then!" ”

The exquisite words made Lin Yundeng's nerves tense,

It's okay if the other party is just targeting Wu Tianji, after all, Wu Tianji is dead, Lin Yun just accidentally got his relics, and this hatred may not be transferred to him.

But if this matter still involves Linglong, then Lin Yunke is really unavoidable, in order to ensure Linglong's safety, he is bound to give it a go, even at the cost of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and never suffer in the future!

"I don't know what Wu Tianji is, I picked up this sword in a cave." Lin Yun didn't care whether the other party believed it or not, so he said casually.

The man frowned tightly and looked Lin Yun up and down again, but the more he looked, the more he felt that Lin Yun had a strange feeling, and this feeling was related to a legacy that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family......

"You said you didn't know Wu Tianji, so have you seen anything else in that cave?" The man asked tentatively, and it was obvious that he was referring to the Ancestor's exquisite spirit.

"What's that?" Lin Yun continued to pretend to be stupid, and the metal short sword in his hand became tighter and tighter, ready to give the other party a fatal blow at any time!

"A spirit, or a crystal, or a mist." The man replied noncommittally, in fact, he didn't know what Linglong's true form looked like.

"You can't tell yourself, how do I know what?" Lin Yun sneered, and most of his heart was relieved.

It seems that this guy doesn't know much about Linglong, and as an overseas mercenary group, his contact with the family should not be too close.

The man was ridiculed by Lin Yun, and immediately became annoyed and angry, waved the machete in his hand, and said impatiently: "No matter what your relationship with Wu Tianji is, if you want to save this chick today, you have to win my knife first!" ”

The man took the initiative to invite the battle, which was exactly what Lin Yun wanted, since he didn't want to continue to entangle himself on the Linglong issue, it was better to choose a quick solution directly!

Lin Yun didn't answer, just raised his sword with one hand, staring at the man intently, not moving like a mountain, moving like a cunning rabbit, this is the state that a martial arts practitioner should be.

The man's machete swiped slowly in midair, stirring up the air around him, forming a messy breeze that swirled around the blade as if to shred the void.

Lin Yunwen did not move at all, and the short sword in his hand was frozen there, with an unchanging posture.

In a moment, the speed at which the man swung the knife became faster and faster, and the original flowing breeze gradually turned into a biting wind, which was a little painful on the face, and if there was no protection of the breath, ordinary people might have been scarred.

Lin Yun still didn't move, letting the sword qi pass through his body, he stood still, the Devil May Cry Sword in his hand exuded a cold glow, but any sword qi that swept around it would dissipate invisibly.

The man saw that the sword qi had no effect on Lin Yun, and knew that this young man's cultivation was not low, as a strong man, he understood very well the truth that people should not look good, so he immediately put away the mentality of underestimating the enemy, shouted loudly, and rushed from the other end of the carriage with a knife.

Although there was a certain amount of space in the compartment of the five-ton van, the man was tall and had long arms, and the machete was wide and sharp, and he lifted it high, and immediately cut a crack in the roof of the compartment.

The man's whole movement was unhindered, as easy as cutting tofu, and the sharpness of the machete could be seen.

Seeing the machete coming head-on, Lin Yun raised the Devil May Cry Sword slightly, and at a strange angle, he held the blade of the knife from the oblique.

The two blades erupted in the air with a metallic impact, and then looked at the two of them, and the figures retreated backwards, and the man retreated until the middle of the carriage before leaning on the bottom of the carriage to stop the retreat.

The door of the carriage behind Lin Yun was open, he almost fell out of the carriage, barely stabilized his body on the edge of the carriage, and with a hard effort of his feet, he unfolded the "Xuanling Footwork", turning passive into active, and quickly rushed back into the carriage.

The man saw a figure as fast as lightning, and he couldn't distinguish the movement at all, so he had already come to the front of him, he secretly said that it was not good, and raised his knife to slash at Lin Yun.

In an instant, the man's knife momentum turned into eight phantoms, trapping Lin Yun's figure from eight different angles, coupled with the advantage of his left-hand knife, it was really dazzling and overwhelming.

Lin Yun could see at a glance that this was a common gossip knife technique outside, it was not a clever martial art, it was just listed as an ordinary martial art, but because the other party was a left-handed sword, this set of gossip knife techniques became unusual.

Any martial arts in the world, after cultivating to a certain level, and then changing it slightly, can exert a completely different effect, Lin Yun used to hear those old guys say this, and when he saw it today, he could be regarded as having a personal experience.

The man's gossip knife technique is perfect, the virtual and the real are staggered, it is difficult to distinguish, each knife slashes at Lin Yun's vital point, once it is slashed, it is either dead or injured.

In contrast, Lin Yun's "Xuanling Footwork" is light and sharp, and he can always dodge a fatal blow when it seems to be unavoidable, and there are a few times when men even suspect that Lin Yun is just a ghost, and it is impossible for him to hit him!

After a long time, the man became more and more frightened, and what made him feel panicked was that until now, Lin Yun had not shown any intention of fighting back......