"I'll be there in the near future, so we'll pick you up. The monk's eyes were like lightning, and Lin Tao saw the figure of the old man from afar, and hurriedly shouted to comfort him.

"Limber, are you alright?"

"Stop talking nonsense, kill the wolf!"

Except for her body, Elaine doesn't look like an official girl now, no, she doesn't look like a girl at all. If you follow the normal trajectory of life, calculate the age, Miss Lin is probably the mother of two or three children, but she still has a little bit of the appearance of an official lady, the knife is bloody and the fist is broken, and the fierceness of the fight far exceeds that of her brother, and she is simply a female butcher.

Especially the knife, the feeling of bright red like a flame burning, held in Yilian's hand, it was inevitably too big.

Is this the young master? That's the young lady? The old man looked at the pair of young people in the sky and on the ground, and his eyes were blurred unconsciously.

Lonely and returned to his hometown for many years, the clansmen did not know that this old man had the honor to witness the scene of that year, and even participated in it himself.

Ten years ago, the Lin sisters and brothers were still a pair of powerless official children, and Xuepo's personal guards suffered heavy casualties in the first battle, and they had to be supplemented by warriors of all ethnic groups when they moved to the Five Wolves. It was at that stage that the old man was fortunate enough to join the team of the guards, met the two of them, and had several conversations.

The Lin family's sisters and brothers want to cultivate, and the guards know a lot about them, but very few can speak. The old man was complacent because of this, thinking that he was blessed with a lot of wealth and wealth.

In the New Year's War, the spells in the sky roared like thunder, and the most bleeding was still on the ground. The old man eventually went into battle to kill the enemy, and was so badly wounded that he could no longer serve in the guards. Coincidentally, when he was injured, he caught up with the Lin family sisters and brothers to witness it. His face has been remembered ever since.

Later, Randance Academy was established. Lin Daren sympathized with his subordinates and placed some of the wounded soldiers to do some miscellaneous work in the academy. Because of this, the old man met the little master a few times. How much it seems different from others.

The old man finally decided to go back and take his people back to the Ranwu, to the land where he had almost lost his life for the blood he had shed.

I never thought that today I would have the opportunity to reunite with the Lin family sisters and brothers in the snow, and even be welcomed.

This is grace and glory. It is a glory that ordinary mountain people cannot imagine.

The little master is just that, Mr. Eight Fingers is notoriously strict, but Miss

"Kill me, boys!"

The old man was not worth describing his mood at all, so he could only give an order viciously, and his old but immortal body jumped out, as if he was ten years younger in an instant, and he reappeared as he was in the past.

"Kill!" hundreds of voices shouted at the same time, and the mountain people, who should have been panicked, roared out and pounced on the wolves together

At the end of one's resources. The wolf king, with a long and sad hiss, did not bully the obviously weaker mountain people, but turned his head and personally commanded a group of strong male wolves. Welcome to Miss Lin.

Wolves are ferocious and cunning, and the most common situation is to bully the weak and fear the hard, but wolves are also brave when the situation is so bad that it cannot be changed. The wolf king needs to take the lead and take the initiative to face the strongest enemy. Hundreds of people from the opposite side outflanked. Its individual strength is insufficient, but it is enough for the wolves to find no way out. In this case. Only by culling those two opponents who are chasing each other can we find a glimmer of life for the family.

It is difficult to tell who is strong and who is weak between the Lin sisters and brothers, but Lin Tao is flying, and there is only one opponent for the wolves.

"Be careful!"

At first glance, seeing the wolves turning, Lin Tao's spell casting speed was even faster, and he could only see a fire snake spitting out, and the blood flowers bloomed from the wolf's body, and it was evaporated before it had time to spray. At this time, the old man noticed that the little young master was not using a fire-based spell, but a flying sword with fire snakes all over his body, which was incredibly powerful.

The wind was blowing, the wolves were howling like a tide, and the ferocity of the wolves at the end of the road was completely stimulated, and the surrounding snow wolves followed one after another, and the moths blocked the flying swords with their bodies like fire, covering the wolf king to lead the team to attack. In comparison, the figure that greeted the strength of the storm was so petite that it was instantly drowned in the wind and snow.

From a distance, a messy whirlpool in the center of the battlefield tumbled and rolled, occasionally flashing of bright red colors, and the next moment it was covered by the wind and snow; coquettish shouting and wolf roars were intertwined and echoed in one place, but I don't know who hurt whom.

"Sister!"

Lin Tao's eyes were as red as blood, and the fire sword shuttled like a vertical and horizontal lightning, but he didn't dare to open and close as he did just now, but carefully killed those wolves that were injured and bounced away. His cultivation is limited, after the wolves are gathered together, the spitting of cold breath is enough to make his divine sense impenetrable, and he can't see the accurate situation in the battle circle with his eyesight, plus the purple shadow is like flying, the wolves are already abnormal, so that he doesn't dare to cast spells with all his strength, for fear of accidental injury.

Every muffled sound may be a wolf attacking a person, and every roar may be a wolf's kiss to gnaw flesh and blood, so far, Lin Tao has given birth to the feeling that a monk is not as good as a warrior for the first time, and his inner anxiety is indescribable.

Having been cared for by her sister since she was a child, this feeling is deeply ingrained and has nothing to do with whether you are strong or not. After the two sisters and brothers practiced at the same time, Yilian inevitably embarked on the path of refining her body because she had no Dao foundation, and she charged forward in both trials and competitions, and the feeling of holding up a piece of heaven did not weaken, but deepened day by day.

This is the charm of a warrior, no matter how strong or weak, tearing the opponent's body with his own hands is always more pleasant than a distant blow, and it is also more shocking to the heart, and more courageous to dominate the battlefield. To a certain extent, my sister's role in the little master's heart is a bit like a teacher, an invincible existence.

However, my sister is not a teacher after all, and never, at least for the time being, does not have the kind of aura that can be reassuring no matter who she faces, and witnessing her being bitten by a pack of wolves, the little young master feels that her body is cold, and her liver and gallbladder are full of cold gas, as if there are wolves hidden there.

Time freezes, the battle continues, and from time to time the wolf's body pops out of the battle circle, but it is not a one-hit kill like before, but it can turn around and fight back.

"Whew!"

The battle circle snorted, which was obviously different from the previous clear drink; flesh and blood were heart-to-heart, and the little young master didn't care about any monk anymore, and it was not suitable for close combat. Screaming, he swooped down into the sky and rushed towards the wolves in the snowstorm.

"Miss!"

A pipe preemptively appeared. The old man who once served as a personal guard was different from ordinary mountain people, and his aging body seemed to have regained his vitality as it used to be. Slammed head-on into that icy space.

"Kill!"

Behind the old man was a teenager. Huzi is worthy of being known as a rare genius in the tribe in a hundred years, and among nearly a hundred prime-aged warriors, he is the only one who can keep up with the old man's pace.

Roars, roars and shouts are so mixed that it's hard to tell each other. Humans and wolves are red-eyed, where can they tell who is the beast and who is known as the spirit of all things favored by the heavens. Only the jackdaws hovering in the air kept their senses, watching the battlefield below nervously and excitedly. Wait for your own harvest time.

"Sister!"

Lin Tao roared, swinging his sword to behead a hungry wolf, and before the red-lightning flying sword could be withdrawn, a pair of ghostly eyes suddenly appeared in front of him. The wolf king's huge body was pressed against his head like a mountain, his claws were like hooks and fangs like guns, and the fishy smell from his mouth was disgusting, and he rushed to the door.

At that moment, the little young master felt the scene he had felt so clearly: the barbarian warrior swung his knife and slashed, cutting off one hand and another. Until he cut open the chest and abdomen of the guard, and cut him into several pieces.

"Roar!"

The horror is still there, and the anger is as good as yesterday, but he is not the little master of the year after all. The opponent was not the invincible brute, the flying sword was too late to recall, forcing himself to face the eyes of the wolf king, Lin Tao swung his fist and his body was hit by a strong force. Fly out of thin air.

Holding a knife as wide as her body in her two petite hands, Miss Lin's expression was surprisingly calm. The blood knife was flat, facing the wolf king's eyebrows. Suddenly, a sharp red popped up.

"Jump!"

As he was drinking, under the unbelievable gaze of the Wolf King, the edge of the blood knife actually bounced out like a bow and arrow, like a translational door, opening the blood-red space on both sides.

The wolf king's body was torn in half, as if it had been two halves and had only been glued together by blood. The blood sown was like a torrential rain, and the purple figure couldn't dodge or couldn't dodge, and it was completely bright red.

"Sister!"

Lin Tao exclaimed again, his body couldn't move as if it was nailed, he had never seen Yilian use this move, and he didn't know how that blood knife could be like this. Looking at the blood-red figure from head to toe, the little young master was shocked and felt a little strange, and couldn't help but think that this was his sister, could it be taken away?

"What are you doing, don't do it yet!" Elaine raised her hand to wipe the blood from her face, and cleared it while swinging her knife.

"Uh, sister, your knife"

"The same goes for your sword. ”

"Really? I don't know. ”

"Because you're not fierce enough. Elaine caught up with a wolf trying to escape, and said calmly: "What the teacher said, monks practice like that, and dead soldiers fight like that, have you forgotten?"

Lin Tao didn't understand this sentence, and didn't understand the connection between the effectiveness of the magic weapon and the fierceness, so he snorted and said, "Well, I knew that I also cultivated warriors."

"Nonsense. Elaine answered, and did not continue to explain anything. She has a different temperament from Lin Tao, and she has long understood that this kind of thing is not something that can be understood by reasoning, but can only be experienced in the process of rubbing shoulders with death again and again, and it will continue to strengthen.

As soon as the wolf king died, the remaining wolves no longer had the courage to fight, and they scattered and fled. The battle became simpler, and the mountain people roared out to chase with bows and arrows, and one of the children looked particularly vigorous, gradually attracting the attention of the siblings.

"Who's that kid, that's good!"

Since my sister is fine, the little master's mood has improved, and he is still like a teenager back then, not forgetting to greet the old man while casting spells and chasing. "Limber, your grandson?"

"No, he is"

The old man didn't dare to laugh with him, so he hurriedly stepped forward with an injured leg, bent over and fell to the ground: "Little master, and Miss, how can you two come here?"

"The old man was wrong, why can't they come. ”

"If they don't come, how can we accomplish our mission?"

The voice sounded from a distance, full of joy and pride, and the two yellow-robed people walked slowly, and came to the battlefield in three or five steps, laughing freely.

"The King of the Lonely Mountain has a call, little master, please!"

"Miss, please do the same. ”

(To be continued......)