"Aligado, how much is Yimas!"

"Haha, that's it, by the way, next time I'll have some good wine."

"Hey!"

"Hey, don't watch here, be careful of losing your life!"

"Really, I don't know the severity of each one, is it more important to watch the excitement than life?"

In the bar, the boss who was saved by Zhang Lin no longer cares about the loss in his bar, and nothing is as important as his own life.

The ignorant crowd who had been watching the excitement had finally sobered up because things were getting more and more than they had imagined, and it could be said that Keshia's reminder was already superfluous, and one by one they fled towards the place where they thought it was safe.

Of course, there are also those who are not afraid of death who stay at the scene and shoot with their mobile phones, if Zhang Lin is not mistaken, it seems that there is still a guy who is broadcasting live.

Zhang Lin didn't bother to care about this kind of dead person, and turned to look at the guy in front of him.

A Japanese samurai, a necromantic samurai to be exact.

Originally, I just wanted to watch the show quietly, but I didn't expect it to be like what Zhang Lin said, what happened just now was just the fuse, and tonight is becoming more and more lively.

It didn't take long for the bar to come to the bar with such a killing and dying atmosphere.

The breastplate made of the huge grimace mask was like a demon that chose to devour people, and under the helmet shrouded in black air, it was impossible to see the real face, and Tie Qing's hand held a katana that looked ordinary, but exuded an evil nature because it was stained with blood.

A is a set of cursed equipment, born in the Warring States period of Japan, and it is said that everyone who wears this set of weapons is still killing until they die in battle, and it produces spiritual wisdom and begins to control the user.

It is induced by the unrivaled divine power on the battlefield, instigated by the power to kill enemies, and responds to the call of each user.

Whether it is good or evil, whether it is noble or lowly, whether it is noble or low, whether it is for protection or revenge...... Whoever wears it is destined to have only one fate, and that is to become a puppet.

From the first drop of blood stained by Oni Yan, those who thought they could control this weapon came to a dark end, becoming a monster who only knew how to kill, and it was not until the moment of death that they realized their stupidity at that time, but unfortunately even their souls could only be reduced to the nourishment of Oni Flame and Prajna, waiting for the next victim.

As for the one in front of Zhang Lin, I don't know how many generations of hosts it is, and it may not be the character in his impression, but he still calls it Bishamen.

"Blood, it's all mine!"

"Let me paint this beautiful picture with your blood!"

Two red lights flickered in the black helmet with a hoarse knife-like sound, and two dark blue ghostly fires swayed over its shoulders.

"Yo, this generation is still an artist?"

In the face of the threat of Bishamen, Zhang Lin didn't seem to care at all, and even joked with Keshia beside him.

And his attitude also angered the other party, and he did not feel the fear he deserved, and Bishamen was angry.

"Why don't you scream?"

"Screaming !!"

The cold sword slashed down.

"Ahh

Someone in the crowd who had not completely dispersed finally screamed in agreement, but in the face of the gaze that turned to look at her as if nothing had happened, the girl who was broadcasting was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

When Zhang Lin turned his head again, he saw that there was a long-haired little Lori in a linen dress in front of him, she sat on the ground expressionlessly, and a rag doll with a separate head scattered beside her.

There was no trace of fear in her eyes, she just stared at her rag doll silently, and without saying a word, she reached out her little hand to pick it up.

"When did she show up??" Zhang Lin was a little surprised.

Kexia shook her head as well, and the little loli seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, stabbing between the blade and them.

As for the fact that this was just a thought that he wanted to make people afraid, and the fact that he deliberately slashed the unexpected target made Bishamen stunned for a moment.

However, it obviously doesn't have mercy on little Lori, and Ghost Yan raised it above its head and slashed it again, as if it was ready to cut Little Lori in two.

Qiang –

A great sword stopped in the path that Ghost Flame had to pass.

？？？

Bishamon looked at the sword that suddenly appeared in front of him, and his brain, which seemed a little sluggish after being eroded by Prajna, couldn't react at once.

With a brush, the long sword was pulled back to Zhang Lin's hand by a light, and Zhang Lin, who made a cameo appearance as the sword fairy of the sword flying immortal, subconsciously pulled a sword flower, but because he was not proficient, he looked a little nondescript, but fortunately, there were no knowledgeable people on the scene, and he was not afraid of embarrassment.

And Kexia hugged little Lori back.

But seeing that this little Lori didn't resist, except for a glance when Zhang Lin put away the sword, she spent the rest of her time looking at the rag doll on the ground, as if that was all she had in the world.

"Wha! It's interesting, there's fun to resist! ”

"You think you're the only one who can stop me!?"

Bishamen, who came back to his senses, laughed a few times, and then turned into a red phantom with his bulky and inconsistent appearance and rushed towards Zhang Lin, and the huge grimace seemed to have become the main body at this moment.

"Good time!"

Zhang Lin held the long sword in his hand, and the cross sword qi from the rapid horizontal and vertical cuts collided with the opponent's blade, making a piercing sound of gold and iron.

In addition to its inhuman strength, this set of demon equipment that allows the host to kill all sides on the battlefield also has the skills mastered by the first generations of samurai generals.

The blow was unsuccessful, and in an instant, he bullied forward, and the attack that seemed to be wide open and closed with both blades in both hands was swift and unmatched, and he slashed down with the sound of breaking wind.

A smooth cut appears in the bar and falls to the sides.

The aura of the Demon Flame slashed out unabated, tearing the ground apart, and the cracked rubble once again tore apart the bar that had been divided into two sections.

Zhang Lin took a step back, the long sword was exchanged to the back of his left hand behind his back, and his right hand seemed to be extremely slow, but it was held up in an instant, and the golden light condensed in his palm.

In the next moment, a huge palm print more than a person tall was launched, slamming the Bishamen who had just turned around against the wall.

“...... This holy breath is as annoying as those damn bald asses! ”

Zhang Lin looked at Bishamen who stood up again from the stone pile with some surprise, his self-created move of the Holy Light Mudra did not seem to be as powerful as he imagined, and the other party's words made him couldn't help but touch his head, fortunately he was not bald.

However, although it was severely damaged without a single blow, at this moment, Bishamen was covered in green smoke, and the black mist that lingered under the armor had almost dissipated, revealing the blue-gray skin underneath, and the teeth on the breastplate of the grimace were also broken.

At this time, a tall man holding a unique giant sword, a string of large Buddhist beads hanging obliquely on his upper body, and a white pattern on the center of his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose walked in, and when he saw the little Lori in Kexia's arms, he couldn't help but speed up his pace

"Excuse me, can you give this child to me?"

In the expressionless face of little Lori and the wary eyes of Kashia, a black cloud appeared behind the man, and a bewitching woman dressed as a shrine maiden floated in.

The woman held a fan to cover her lips, her eyes locked on the man's body, and her half-exposed face had a mesmerizing magic.

"Little brother, where are you going? Play with me again! ”