"It's really sad to think about the Xia clan and Lin Mu, who have been framed and are experiencing a life and death crisis, while their enemies are enjoying happiness."

"What's so sad about it, this is their fate, who let the Wangtian Stone not fall anywhere, but fell to the southern Xinjiang."

The other disciples also sighed.

"Regardless of whether they live or die, we keep drinking," haha, that's right, we drink. ”

The disciples of the Heroes League, drink again.

Inside the tent.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you are so powerful."

A woman with a good figure panted under Zhang Shu.

"That's amazing?"

Zhang Shu laughed, "The real power is still to come." ”

Another woman with a pointed chin, seeing that Zhang Shu was in good spirits, took the opportunity to greet her: "Senior brother is really arrogant, not only is he powerful, but he is also talented in this aspect, that female disciple of Lin Mu really doesn't know how to lift, senior brother is honored to take a fancy to her, and she dares to put on a show." ”

"I think you're jealous."

Zhang Shu pinched her chest, "That little doctor god, sooner or later will be my woman, she is putting up a fight now, just relying on her to have a master, and when her reliance is gone, no matter how wild she is, she has to be tamed by me." ”

"Her master? Is that Lin Mu, who is known as the messenger of the god of the underworld? ”

The pointed chin woman said.

"Heh, it seems that this kid's reputation is really not small, even you know?"

Zhang Shu lifted the woman's chin.

"Senior brother, I just overheard someone mention it, but no matter how famous he is, it can't change the essence of his background in the countryside of southern Xinjiang, where can he compare with you, senior brother."

The sharp-chin woman hurriedly said, "If he really meets his senior brother, he will be defeated in less than three moves." ”

"Three moves?"

The woman with a good figure sneered, "This kind of small role, where can he withstand the three moves of the senior brother, in my opinion, if he really meets the senior brother, the senior brother can easily crush him with one finger." ”

"Hahaha, it's still my Rou'er who understands me."

Zhang Shu continued to gallop on the woman with a good figure.

"Who?"

However, at this moment, outside the tent, there was the cold cheers of other Xia Alliance disciples.

Zhang Shu frowned, but didn't pay attention to it, his soul power was strong, and he could sense that there was indeed a stranger outside, but it was just a Seven Tribulation Martial Artist, so he didn't pay attention to it.

Outside the tent.

Several Xia Meng disciples stood up and looked at the opposite side vigilantly, a man in green clothes was walking towards them from the bottom of the mountain.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the young man was still walking, a tall Xia League disciple immediately couldn't help it and said coldly.

With this drink, the man in Tsing Yi opposite really stood still.

"Say, who are you and why are you here?"

The tall Xia Alliance disciple asked.

"You've just slaughtered 2,000 innocent civilians, and you're still drinking and having fun here?"

The man in Tsing Yi looked at them and said calmly.

"Huh? Boy, tell me honestly, who are you, don't say anything, don't blame us for being polite. ”

The tall Xia League disciple's face sank.

"Didn't you just say that I was pathetic and innocent? Why am I standing before you now, and you don't know me? ”

The man in Tsing Yi sighed slightly.

"Lin Mu, you are Lin Mu!"

Behind the tall Xia Meng disciple, another Xia Meng disciple suddenly exclaimed.

The others also had shrunken pupils, and obviously understood Lin Mu's identity from Lin Mu's words.

"Lin Mu? Are you Lin Mu? ”

The tall Xia Meng disciple stared at Lin Mu, and then laughed, "Hahaha, Lin Mu, Lin Mu, it's really heaven that you don't go, hell has no door for you to break in, this southern Xinjiang land is not a small place, where don't you go, just run here, do you say you are killing yourself?" ”

"Not bad."

The other disciples of the Xia League also quietly surrounded Lin Mu, as if to prevent Lin Mu from escaping, "Lin Mu, we are different from the waste you killed before, several of us are elite disciples of the Xia League, since you are here today, don't think about leaving." ”

There are several of them, four of them are Ten Tribulation masters, and there are two high-level masters, and they are confident that they can easily suppress Lin Mu without alarming Zhang Shu.

Lin Mu's expression did not fluctuate, his fingers opened, and the Chengyuan Sword flashed out of the spatial ring and fell into his hand.

"Huh? Looks like you still want to resist? ”

The tall Xia Meng disciple's eyes were cold, he was one of the two level masters, he had hit the trick points twice, and a total of thirty-seven trick points were opened.

"Die!"

Although he was not a master among human-level martial artists, he thought that it was more than enough to deal with a physical realm martial artist like Lin Mu.

He didn't even use a weapon, and slapped it directly at Lin Mu with his bare hands.

Seeing the tall Xia Meng disciple slap his palm, Lin Mu held the Chengyuan Sword in his hand, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and he didn't move.

"This Lin Mu, won't he be stupid, right?"

"You can't blame him, if you want to blame Senior Brother Li for being too strong, let him not react."

Seeing this, the other Xia Meng disciples couldn't help but laugh.

"Weak chicken."

The tall Xia League disciple shook his head even more, at this time, his palm was less than half a zhang away from Lin Mu, he didn't think that at such a close distance, Lin Mu could still stop him.

However, what he didn't know was that Lin Mu had opened the Heavenly Eye at this moment, and he thought that his attack speed was very fast, but in Lin Mu's eyes, it was nothing more than that.

Lin Mu didn't make a move in advance, and he was just using the eye of heaven to observe the flaws of this tall Xia League disciple.

He had to admit that the true qi of a human-level martial artist was indeed powerful, even if his true qi foundation was extremely strong, he still couldn't compare with the other party.

But in many cases, just because you're really strong doesn't mean you're going to win.

Airplanes!

The next moment, when the palm of the tall Xia Meng disciple was less than two feet away from Lin Mu's face, Lin Mu suddenly moved.

His speed was not fast, and he didn't have any powerful aura, as if he was like an ordinary person, he raised his sword plainly.

But the strange thing is that when his sword was raised, the hand of the tall Xia Meng disciple actually seemed to slow down, and he wouldn't dodge, just like that, he moved forward slowly, allowing Lin Mu's sword to cut through his wrist.

Poof!

Blood splattered, and the wrist of the tall Xia League disciple was broken in two, and his palm was thrown out.

"Ah......h

At this time, the tall Xia Alliance disciple reacted suddenly, screamed, and retreated frantically.

"What's going on?"

"This ...... That's impossible. ”

The other Xia Meng disciples were all dumbfounded.

The martial artists of the Tribulation Period, the aura of cultivation is the most obvious, and they can't hide it at all, they can clearly sense that Lin Mu's cultivation is a real Seven Tribulations of the Physical Realm.

But why is this happening?

As a result, it was completely reversed.

A sword!

The second-order master of the human realm on their side, the tall disciple of the Xia League, was actually cut off by Lin Mu's sword and lost his palm.

It can be said that the sword is too weird.

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