Lei Weitong and Song Zheyuan were startled at the same time, and when they followed the reputation, they saw a thin figure holding a long sword with white bones and appearing in the dim shadow, a pair of eyes flashing with a demonic fierce light, and blood was as red as blood.

"Qi'er, run, go find Xu Gong!" Lei Weitong hissed.

"No need, the food you gave to that one-eyed old man was already highly poisoned by me, and if you don't die, you have half a life left, and I won't come to save you. ”

Song Zheyuan stood up unhurriedly, pulled out the saber at his waist, and approached Lynch step by step, "Sick unicorn cub, don't you hide well, but also like your dead ghost Lao Tzu, come to ruin my good deeds? I'll sow seed in your mother's field tonight, and she'll definitely be able to conceive a healthy baby, not a sick ghost like you. ”

"I'm going to kill you......"

Lynch said word by word, neither an angry roar, nor a gritted teeth, but a plain sentence, almost no tone, no tone, like an iceberg drifting on the sea, quiet, cold, but extremely dangerous.

His anger was far beyond the limits of what he could bear, and he didn't even feel the slightest hint of anger. I don't know if my weak heart has stopped beating, or if it's beating too fast to feel it. The whole body is cold to the bone, like falling into an ice cellar, but it is as if it is in the magma, and the heat is unbearable. Cold and hot and hot, ice and fire, the body is about to burst.

He forgot his reason, he forgot his anger, he forgot his fear, he forgot everything, and he only knew one thing, and that was to kill this man.

"Qi'er, run, you're no match for him. This man is crazy, he will really kill you. Lei Weitong had been poisoned, crawling on the ground, almost crying.

"Come on! Come here! Lin Menglong's evil seed, the damned unicorn cub, the cursed clan, the only descendant of Emperor Tianwu, I, Song Zheyuan, will come to end you today! Kill you, even if I leave a stink for 10,000 years, I will be the number one person in history. ”

Song Zheyuan's face was full of contempt and disdain, as a high-level eagle knight, how could he take just Lynch in his eyes. Although he said that he was drunk and lewd, he never let go of kung fu, and his strength was extremely strong, and hundreds of elite fighters were not necessarily his opponents, let alone a sick and weak child like Lynch.

"Well, don't you dare to come here? It's a coward! In that case, I'll kill you with a knife, and your mother is still waiting for me!"

Seeing Lynch standing still, he sneered, stepped forward, waved the curved blade in his hand, and slashed at his head.

"Qi'er!"

Lei Weitong screamed bitterly.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, Lynch stabbed out with a sword, making a sharp sound that broke through the air.

The next moment, Lynch's head was not cut off, Song Zheyuan screamed, took four or five steps back, looked at his pierced and bleeding right wrist, and showed an expression of disbelief.

The stinging pain and incomprehensible shock in his heart made him completely sober up in an instant. He never believed that he was injured by Lynch's real skills, and subconsciously thought that it was because he was drunk and drowsy that he gave this little sick ghost a chance to take advantage of it and was accidentally injured.

"Die, little!"

Changing the knife to his left hand, Song Zheyuan pounced on it again and slashed it down according to Lynch's top door.

"Buzz!"

The sharp curved blade screamed through the wind, and the sound was amazing.

Lynch stabbed out another sword, the blade pointed diagonally upward, extremely fast, and extremely accurate, which was the "rain stabbing style" that he was best at.

Song Zhe was far from being an idle person, seeing the white bone long sword like a spear attacking, the last to come first, and he was about to stab his left wrist holding the sword, his eyes bulged violently, and he was shocked, and he used his whole strength to move his arm to the left by three points, and then slashed at his shoulder.

However, as soon as he changed, Lynch also changed, just like an unpredictable prophet, the long sword was like a white bone dragon, slightly skewed, and with a "poof" sound, it still stabbed his wrist and pierced it directly.

"Bang!"

The long knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound, Song Zheyuan panicked and retreated, looking at Lynch, whose eyes were red like ghost lights, as if he saw an evil ghost.

"Impossible! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How can you be my opponent for a mere unicorn cub who is barely breathing?"

Song Zheyuan's wrists were bleeding, his arms were trembling, and his whole body trembled, but he didn't want to believe his eyes at all, he roared and stood up, pounced frantically, and kicked Lynch's head.

"Poof!"

Lynch's third sword stabbed out, hitting the man's ankle, and after piercing it in an instant, he drew his sword and contained it, ready to attack. This is the habit he has developed by stabbing tens of thousands of swords every day, and when he hits a blow, he is ready to strike the next blow, never dragging his feet.

Song Zheyuan fell down with a miserable howl, hurriedly stood up again, stood on tiptoe on his only remaining foot, and retreated again and again, unable to suppress the fear in his heart anymore. was stabbed three times in succession, and he had no power to fight back at all, how could he not believe that this kid had far more skills than himself.

Lynch walked out of the darkness, his face expressionless, cold as ice, and his eyes were scarlet, like a living Shura. On the white bone sword, blood was dripping, hot air and green smoke were floating, and a thick bloody aura spread.

Song Zheyuan originally came with a mortal heart, but when death was really approaching, he was suddenly afraid, suddenly regretted, and even had an epiphany. It's not good to enjoy the good life of your own life, why do you have to hurt the dream person you loved the most when you were young?

He suddenly realized that he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die like this.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me...... I know wrong...... I don't want to die yet...... I am the son of Song Changfeng, the prime minister of the National Congress, and if I hurt my life, the Song family will definitely not spare you...... The prince broke the law and was guilty of the same crime as the common people...... Even if you are a Qilin clan, if you kill me, you will pay for my life......"

Song Zheyuan pleaded incoherently, looking at Lynch's terrible red eyes and cold expression, but he gradually despaired.

"Kill!"

Lin Qi flew up, and the dragon tooth sword screamed and pierced Song Zheyuan's chest, and then penetrated through the vest, revealing a section of blood-stained white bones that was more than half a meter long.

Blood spilled from Song Zheyuan's mouth, and he was speechless. But as a strong man with excellent grades who graduated from the Qilin Academy, he has extraordinary vitality, his heart is pierced, and he is barely alive.

Lynch looked up at the man who was more than twice his height, his face was sprayed with blood, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, the blood flowed down the bone sword to his hand, straight into the sleeve, warm and sticky......

"Damn it...... Kirin cub, you give me ...... death"

When Song Zheyuan was dying, his eyes showed a crazy look, and he didn't know what method he had cast, a faint golden light appeared on his hideous face, and an extraordinary breath was released in an instant, and his bloody mouth opened wide, and the golden light overflowed, and he was about to spit out something.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a beast roar like a dragon's roar sounded, the dragon's tooth sword shook slightly, Song Zheyuan's body shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the golden light released from his upper body also faded.

Lynch rotated the hilt of the sword, and a fierce sword power emanated, Song Zheyuan's body exploded, debris and blood rain scattered in all directions, only one head was intact, and with a "bang", it fell to the ground and rolled to his feet like a leather ball.

He held a bone sword and stood in the bloody slaughterhouse, like a demon god in charge of killing.

On December 26, the eighty-sixth year of the Aeolian Era, Lynch was eleven years old and killed for the first time in his life.

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