The aborigines of the Sword Language World are not as strong as the strong world, they have extremely strong physiques, their strength comes more from the soul knife, and the physical fitness of most of the knife casters can only be said to be ordinary, and they are seriously injured even if they don't die.

Just like the bearded man at this moment, he was seriously injured and almost lost his combat effectiveness, so he could only lie on the ground and moan in pain.

Seeing this, Lin Ze walked towards him, and the qi layer on the surface of his body trembled continuously along the way, as if he had smashed countless intangible things, before he reached the side of the bearded man, squatted down, and asked:

"What's the name of your soul knife?"

The bearded man was also angry, and when he saw Lin Ze approaching, he immediately shut up and stopped moaning, gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain.

Lin Ze didn't care, and continued to ask: "Ding Jin only sent you alone to assassinate me?"

The bearded man gasped with a pale face, looked at him with angry eyes, and sneered: "I won't tell you, you will kill me if you have a kind!"

"Hard-boned, amazing. Lin Ze smiled, did not get angry, but after thinking for a while, he got up and walked away, and when he returned, he already had a towel, a pot of water and a rope in his hand.

Under the bearded man's forced calm gaze, Lin Ze first tied him with a rope, then unfolded the towel, shook it, and covered his face, while the other hand took the kettle and slowly poured the water in the kettle onto the towel.

Some cold water fell on the bearded man's face, which made him feel slightly startled, but after realizing that it was just water, he immediately relaxed a lot.

However, within a moment, the bearded man struggled violently, his body writhed wildly, ignoring the injuries behind him, but it was a pity that Lin Ze's other hand kept pressing his head, steady as a rock.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Lin Ze stopped watering and took off the towel.

As soon as the towel was removed, the bearded man immediately widened his eyes and breathed heavily, only to choke on the water in his nose and cough violently.

"So, ask again, the name of your soul knife?"

At this moment, the bearded man, who was still very hard, was already weak, and he no longer dared to hide anything, and replied panting:

"Luo, Luo!"

Net?

Lin Ze searched in his mind, and quickly recalled the corresponding information, which was an intermediate casting knife formula, and the soul knife after casting could reproduce the wielder's attack trajectory within an hour.

In layman's terms, it means that the holder of the Soul Knife slashes at a certain location, and then in the next hour, the knife can be activated repeatedly to reappear, and then attack the target that passes by or happens to be located in that position.

Now he finally understood why he had been attacked so strangely, and it was clear that the bearded man had left countless slashes in the living room before he returned, just to be activated and reappeared.

The role of the net in real-time combat is not strong, but if the holder is prepared and arranges the battle location in advance, it can exert a very terrifying effect, and can even skip the level to kill enemies who are one or two levels stronger than themselves.

If it weren't for Lin Ze's qi protection, and the bearded man despised his strength, it was really unknown who would die in this battle.

"Did Ding Jin send anyone else besides you?"

"Yes. ”

"How many? Where are they?"

"There are two people, including me, and the other person has gone to deal with the others. ”

"Who are you dealing with?" Lin Ze suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"A girl named Su Rin. ”

Lin Ze's expression immediately turned cold, and he got up suddenly.

"I've said everything I should have said, can you spare my life?" said the bearded man weakly, completely devoid of the hardness of his previous shouting.

Hearing this, Lin Ze bowed his head and said, "I promise you." ”

The bearded man was stunned, surprised that Lin Ze was so good at talking, and the next second he felt a pain in his heart, and when he looked down, a bright blade had already sunk into his left chest.

Laugh at!

Lin Ze pulled out the blade, shook off the blood on it, looked at the bearded man with puzzled eyes in his eyes, and said lightly: "Kill me if you have a kind, didn't you say that?"

"I did. ”

Hearing this, the bearded man's eyes widened, his lips twitched a few times, and finally he didn't say anything, and died with a tilted head.

Lin Ze turned around and left the house and galloped towards Su Rin's house.

The two of them lived not far from each other, and in less than five minutes, Lin Ze had already arrived at Su Rin's house, and before he entered the door, he heard a clear sound of fighting from inside.

Without hesitation, he kicked open the door directly, rushed in with an arrow step, and quickly saw the situation inside the house.

The living room was a mess, littered with shattered wooden furniture and shards of glass, and the walls were scratched like child's graffiti.

Everywhere, Su Rin was wielding a knife and fighting with a middle-aged man, her face was slightly pale, several wounds on her body were dripping with blood, soaking her clothes red, and the knife swinging action was extremely difficult, obviously falling behind.

The loud sound of kicking the door suddenly attracted the attention of the two people who were fighting, and when they saw Lin Ze appear at the door, the two of them were stunned together, and then Su Rin's beautiful eyes lit up, and the middle-aged man's face changed sharply, and he jumped to the window not far away without thinking about it, and he actually wanted to run away without hesitation.

However, Lin Ze moved faster, and a few steps stopped in front of him, accompanied by a crisp sound of gold and iron, the white knives of the two slammed together, and a dazzling spark was sparked.

When the sparks flickered, 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 the objects it touches!" Su Rin shouted hurriedly 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 scolding, he quickly swung his knife and slashed three times on Lin Ze's white knife, and the latter suddenly felt that the weapon was much heavier in an instant, and his wrist suddenly couldn't bear the strength, and the weapon sank downward.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the middle-aged man quickly got out and ran towards the window.

Lin Ze's face was still calm, and his wrist was forced, stopping the trend of the white knife falling, and then he felt it carefully, and found that the weight of the white knife had only increased by two times, not the characteristic that the soul knife Qianjun could double the weight every time he slashed in his memory.

"Looks like he's just a trainee swordsmith. ”

Knowing this, Lin Ze looked up at the middle-aged man who had already run to the window and was about to break through the glass to escape, and raised the white knife indifferently.

With the flames bursting out, a red flame knife qi struck out like an arrow off the string, hitting the middle-aged man's back in an instant, and immediately heard a terrible scream, the middle-aged man fell to the ground with a scorched black body, and there were more terrifying wounds on his back, and the whole person was motionless, and he had already fainted in pain.

In the center of the living room, Su Rin stared blankly at the scene in front of him, speechless for a long time.