Chapter 242: The Silver-robed Youth
"Go back!"
Lin Mu held on to a tree next to him, his arm trembled, and shouted angrily.
In this life, he doesn't know how much life and death he has experienced, how could he be caught with his hands tied, and let the bloody sword control him like this.
But the bloody remnant sword has been waiting for more than 900 years, and it is not until today that it is not easy to get out of trouble, how can he let go of this opportunity.
Although Lin Mu did not become its sword slave for the time being, it had self-confidence, such an immature boy born in a backward martial arts civilization would definitely not be able to get rid of its control in the end.
The bloody aura was rolling like smoke, and the momentum of dark clouds overwhelming the city swept wildly in Lin Mu's mind.
Negative scenes, ridiculed, abused, hunted down, and the death of the Seven Elders, constantly echoed and circled in Lin Mu's heart.
"Kill, kill, kill, kill those who insult me, kill those who danger me, kill those who mess with me, kill those who hinder me, heaven and earth Xuanhuang, eight desolations**, no one who cannot be killed!"
This will, the killing intent, is not the kind of hysterical roar, but the sound of the avenue like the morning bell and the dusk drum.
Lin Mu's heart trembled violently, the blood-red intent in his eyes became more and more intense, and the ruthless killing intent revealed became more and more cold.
"Get out, get back."
But Lin Mu's will is not comparable to ordinary people.
Ruthless killing, not his martial arts, he has his own bottom line.
The soul power that was not inferior to the great martial artist roared in the sea of knowledge, forcing the bloody qi in the sky to press back.
It's just that every counterattack caused him incomparably greater.
A trace of dark red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the color in his pupils kept changing.
In the depths of the pupils, there was a touch of black, struggling to get out, but every time it was pressed back by the blood again.
Lin Mu's will, and the bloody will, were frozen like this.
"Get out of here first."
The last reason in his mind told Lin Mu that he couldn't stay here for a long time.
The huge movement before will definitely not be hidden from others, and it may not be long before others will arrive.
At that time, it will be a big trouble for others to know that the bloody sword was obtained by him.
Staggering, Lin Mu didn't have a specific purpose, just randomly found a direction away from Niutou Peak.
But after walking for about ten minutes, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and his blood-red eyes looked coldly at the woods ahead.
In the woods.
A group of fierce warriors surrounded a small-eyed teenager in the middle.
"You are Qin Feng?"
The silver-robed young man in the middle said.
The small-eyed boy is none other than Qin Feng.
Before on Niutou Peak, he was with Lin Mu.
It was only later that the spirit stone mine was discovered, and the situation was chaotic, and he knew that his strength was insufficient, so he left after getting some spirit stones.
At this time, he was still staying in the Wangniu Mountain Range, because he was worried about Lin Mu and wanted to see Lin Mu come out safely and go back.
Unexpectedly, those who waited well opposite Niutou Peak would be surrounded by a group of strong warriors.
"You...... Are you from the Iron Fist Society? ”
Qin Feng said tremblingly.
Now his cultivation is only a third-order martial artist, where is the opponent of this group of Iron Fist martial artists in front of him.
Especially behind the silver-robed young man, there was a middle-aged martial artist, in his perception, this middle-aged man was unfathomable, and it was very likely that he was a strong martial artist.
The silver-robed young man at the head of the Iron Fist Club listened, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, we have already inquired clearly, you are one of the few friends of Lin Mu in the Seven Star Academy, do you honestly confess Lin Mu's secret, or do we let you say it?" ”
"Brother Lin's secret?"
Qin Feng's face was dazed, "What's the secret of Brother Lin?" ”
"Dare to pretend?"
A disciple of the Iron Fist Society stepped forward and kicked Qin Feng to the ground, "Don't tell us, you don't know that Lin Mu has mastered the matter of alien fire?" ”
Speaking of the word "strange fire", the eyes of everyone in the Iron Fist Club flashed with fiery light.
They came to arrest Qin Feng just to use Qin Feng to torture the secret of the strange fire on Lin Mu's body.
It is rumored that it is the most ordinary alien fire, and its value is not inferior to that of a high-grade spiritual weapon.
The high-grade spiritual weapon, the treasure that is enough to make the martial sect's heart move, how can they not be moved.
Therefore, even if Lin Mu showed his strength in the cave of Niutoufeng, he could not stop the covetousness of the major forces, and the Iron Fist Society was no exception.
"Big brothers, I really don't know."
Qin Feng clutched his stomach in pain, looked at them and said, "Brother Lin, have you really mastered the alien fire?" ”
"It's a bit similar, but I'd like to see if your friend's secret is important in your eyes, or your own life is important."
The silver-robed young man smiled fiercely, "Then Lin Mu is a shabby boy, if he doesn't master such a strange thing as alien fire, he still wants to compete with a martial artist?" ”
"Yes...... But I really don't know anything about it. ”
Qin Feng said in a trembling voice.
"Look for death."
A cold light appeared on the silver-robed young man's face, as if he had lost his patience.
When the middle-aged martial artist behind him saw it, he immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Young Master Yin, something like a strange fire, Lin Mu really may not tell this kid, after all, this kind of treasure, even if it is a brother, it is possible to turn against it." ”
"You have a point."
The silver-robed young man frowned, but then looked at Qin Feng's gaze, the chill did not decrease but increased, and sneered, "Now I'll ask one last time, you said that you don't know, where Lin Mu usually likes to go, and the walking route, you should always know, right?" ”
"My lord, although I am a friend of Lin Mu, he is a genius, I am just a nobody, where he likes to go, how can I know."
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Lin Mu often went to places and rarely hid from him and Fang Chengye, so in fact, even if he didn't dare to say that he knew everything, he knew that there were a few important places.
But these people from the Iron Fist Society obviously had bad intentions, and when they inquired about Lin Mu's route, most of them wanted to ambush Lin Mu, and Qin Feng naturally couldn't tell them.
"Don't know?"
A look of danger appeared on the silver-robed young man's face, and he said sharply, "Hit me, beat me until he says it." ”
Several disciples of the Iron Fist Society immediately rushed forward and punched and kicked Qin Feng without sparing.
After half a cup of tea, he waved his hand for the leading martial artist, and all the disciples of the Iron Fist Society suddenly stopped.
"Still don't know?"
The silver-robed young man looked down at Qin Feng coldly.
At this time, Qin Feng already had a blue nose and swollen face, and bruises all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know." ”
"Okay, okay."
The silver-robed young man was completely furious, "Come on, chop off the middle finger of his right hand for me." ”
Qin Feng's face turned pale, and there was obvious fear in his eyes.
But he still held back, refusing to say half a word about Lin Mu.
The people of the Iron Fist Society didn't care about his fear, a disciple with a sword in his hand, walked up to him with a cruel face, and slashed directly at Qin Feng's right middle finger.
However, as soon as the disciple's hand was halfway raised, his body suddenly stiffened, and the sword in his hand couldn't even cut half a point.
Not only him, but everyone present was equally cold-hearted.
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