The cold wind tore apart, and a dark shadow fell from the sky.

Lin Yi stepped on the fat man's back suddenly, but the iron sword in his hand failed to stab, and the blade slammed into the ground and was almost thrown out.

He endured the sharp pain from jumping from the roof, struggled to clench his iron sword again, aimed at the fat man who was still trying to get up, and stabbed it in the back of the neck.

"Ha!" the fat man roared angrily, his neck muscles were stuck in the blade, and blood gushed for a while, but it was difficult to advance again.

The strength of the sixth order of the quenching body has made a leap compared to the fifth order, and the strength of the body is no longer ordinary and reckless.

The black-clad bandits over there had already roared and pounced.

First-order spell, Great Ape Hammer!

A force poured into his arms, and he slammed his sword down as a hammer. The blade made a noise of friction against the musculoskeletal bones, piercing into the muscles on the side of the fat man's neck.

The fat man crunched in his throat and finally fell to his knees.

Lin Yi took advantage of the remaining strength of his arms, and pulled out his sword suddenly, which was able to block the scimitar that the villain suddenly swung.

"Phew!"

The sword was handed over, and he was beaten to the ground, falling to the broken planks and bamboo mats. The side of the fat man's neck spurted out a torrent of blood, like a scarlet spring.

"What person!" The bandit was also a little hesitant for a while, glanced at the fat man hastily, and clenched the scimitar in his hand.

Lin Yi gasped for breath and struggled to stand up. Jumping off the roof of the house has also injured him, and the Spectral Coin has run out.

In front of him, this thinner thinner villain, he had to deal with it on his own.

"The duel of the Quenching Body Realm is strength and speed. ”

Tension's words rang out again.

"Strength alone, above the fifth level, each level is separated by a chasm. ”

Obviously, I should just stay quiet and wait for them to leave.

Accustomed to the joys and sorrows of heroes, but in the broken pain of these ants and grass people, have you found a trace of empathy?

Is it a little too presumptuous?

He jerked up his breath and pounced on him with his iron sword.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them made a few more spells.

A hideous smile appeared on the evil man's face, and he said fiercely: "So weak...... Is it really the remnant of this family? Wait for me to cut off your legs, and then slowly skin you, and listen to you beg to tell me where you came from. ”

Lin Yi didn't make a sound, took a light breath, and pounced again. Holding the upper and lower ends of the hilt with both hands, the blade of the sword is from the bottom up, from the spin to the abrupt, which is an offensive that is not easy to block.

It is the sword variant "Sweeping the Sword" of the eight basic movements of the Strengthening Body!

"Rotten street!" the wicked man snorted disdainfully, and the scimitar in his hand swung an arc, smashing Lin Yi's sword momentum directly to the ground, and stretched out another kick, kicking him into the air.

He was falling to the fat man's corpse, and he got up from the blood on the ground, wiped the wound on his forehead, but wiped his face with blood, and threw himself at the wicked man again.

In the blink of an eye, he used straight punches, elbows, and side kicks one after another. After this period of cultivation, the basic movements of the Strengthening Body chapter have been able to be easily controlled.

The evil man was obviously a step ahead, and the scimitar in his hand was like a poisonous snake's spitting letter, crushing his sword so strongly that he could barely lift his head.

The wind was howling, the swords were slamming, and the middle of the house was getting colder and colder, and even in the intertwined cold wind, there were strange wails.

Because of the cold nature of the system itself, the wronged remnants in this room were gradually awakened.

Scenes flashed in front of Lin Yi's eyes. The peaceful life of the peasant family has been shattered and blurred, but the images of the inhumane are as clear as if they had been experienced in person. Screams and filthy smiles, scarlet blood and dry tears, torn clothes and scattered limbs, the remnants of the souls seemed to be left with only these dying sights, condensed into cold and painful resentment.

These grievances can only be grievances. The icy wind, the vague whispers, couldn't help the evil bandit who was screaming like crazy. Lin Yi was also quickly shaken away from the sword momentum, and his chest was firmly kicked again.

With this foot, he was kicked and flew up. The cold wind was howling, and he flew out of the wind a few feet, hit the wall, and flew up a few feet, almost floating on the roof beam.

It was as if there was nothing under the cloak.

The bandit finally turned pale and roared, "You, what are you!"

The cold pool of the ghost gate walks...... In the cold air of the dead house raging in the gloomy wind, his feet seemed to be stepping on the surface of the lake that was about to freeze, and with the help of the force of the bandit's kick and the pillar wall in the house, he walked out of this strange track.

An important trick is used here, and I can only hope that he will take the bait.

Lin Yi didn't respond, but let out a terrible scream, kicked his legs on the roof beam, his whole face was covered with blood, and his face was hideous and rushed towards the evil bandit.

"Get out of here!" the bandit swung his sword to block his sword, but at the last moment, his hands let go, and the iron sword fell downward, and his palm reached a few inches in front of the bandit's chest.

A violent chill erupted from his palm, and the ghost gate palpitated!

The bandit only felt his heart suddenly empty, and suddenly the tense muscles of his body trembled.

“...... Give me back my life......" Lin Yi staggered to his feet in a strange posture, his blood-soaked eyes stared, and his mouth hissed, "Give me back my whole family's life......"

"...... Get lost...... Get out of here!" the bandit finally let out a wail, turned and ran out desperately.

The last courage in his eyes had just been shattered, and Lin Yi's figure had already grown faster, and he quickly picked up the sword on the ground and stepped forward two steps.

The breath is at the peak, too.

The evil bandit had just sensed that something was wrong, and his heart, which had collapsed in fear, had not yet awakened, and a sword wind had already broken through the air with chills and whispers.

Six styles of strengthening the body, frightening the flying geese!

He had been practicing hard for more than a month, and he was finally able to barely master the first serious move.

A sword momentum penetrated from behind the bandit, and as Lin Yi took another step under his feet, the blade rose again, like a goose startled, and his wings broke through the air, splitting the entire upper body of the bandit in half.

The bandit turned around, looked at Lin Yi's eyes, and finally understood that he had been fooled. He choked on blood foam in his crunching throat, his blood-red eyes bulging out, and hissed, "Centipede...... Will clean up your ......."

Lin Yi kicked him down, turned around, looked at the empty house, and buried his head.

"Without you, we would not have been able to defeat these bandits. He sighed and continued, "It's not all of it, but it's always gone, so rest in peace." ”

The next day, the morning light tore through the night.

He stood at the door of the big house and bowed again.

The cold in the house had dissipated for the most part, and it was only a broken resentment that would dissipate in time.

But these wails scattered in the wind, no one will soothe them.

"When I succeed in cultivating, I will definitely destroy those evil bandits and avenge you. ”

He took one last look at the dead mountain village, then turned and walked towards the Medicine King Valley.

This is the reason why he is reluctant to take the initiative to look for resentment. Getting phantom coins is rarely not to be said. The misery and injustice of this world will always gnaw at his heart.

And he himself was too weak and small. If you can't suppress the righteous indignation and blood that is about to move in your heart, it will be your turn to become a haunting ghost.