Old man Lin felt that the villain who sneaked up on him was particularly difficult, if he hadn't been injured before, of course he wouldn't care about the other party's weird swordsmanship, but now that Old Man Lin was injured and his blood was lost, he was not suitable for a long-term battle at all. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Moreover, Old Man Lin also lost his legs, when the person's body is incomplete, all martial arts will be greatly reduced, because most of the martial arts require the cooperation of all parts of the body.

The swordsmanship used by the middle-aged man seems to have never appeared, as an acquired martial artist, Old Man Lin can be regarded as well-informed, but he doesn't know anything about the origin of the middle-aged man's swordsmanship, but he can feel a trace of familiarity, this feeling makes Old Man Lin uncomfortable to death, as if he wants to do something, but he forgets it in a blink of an eye, this feeling is extremely unpleasant.

Of course, the swordsmanship used by the middle-aged man will give people a sense of familiarity, because his swordsmanship is contained in the swordsmanship practiced by the four brothers on the stage just now, and it is the part of the four sets of swordsmanship that has the meaning of life and nourishment.

The middle-aged man used the swordsmanship that Chen Qing called the "Changxia Swordsmanship", with the middle-aged man's familiarity with the four brothers and the four sets of swordsmanship, and the "five seasons" statement he blurted out, the relationship between him and the four brothers must be very close, just like the joke made by the middle-aged man before, he may really be the fifth of the four brothers.

Of course, the middle-aged man's swordsmanship is not as powerful as Chen Qing's, and he can make the dark arrow fall weakly with a single move. However, it is considered the top among ordinary martial artists. Sticky, lingering, like a quagmire, Old Man Lin's fist technique, which had greatly reduced his power because of his injury, could not quickly break away from the sword momentum of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man kept waving his wrist and drawing circles one after another, leading Old Man Lin's fist to different directions, and Old Man Lin just felt that he was out of a quagmire, and another quagmire followed.

It's like being stuck in a swamp, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink. Old man Lin kept waving his fists, and the fist wind was still as heavy as a giant mountain before, but when the fist wind fell, he sank into the quagmire, splashed a little mud, and was pulled to the depths of the quagmire.

The middle-aged man seems to be lifting weights lightly, but he is gradually sweating on his forehead, although the use of swordsmanship is still coherent, but there is a little less strength, although his arms are still steady, his legs are trembling slightly, after all, there is a difference of one realm, even if the swordsmanship is weird, the middle-aged man still consumes a lot.

Old man Lin gritted his teeth and insisted, his fist momentum remained the same, his pride as an acquired martial artist did not allow him to fall, even if he continued to aggravate his injuries like this, he did not hesitate, after all, he was an impulsive person, and he had never changed in his life.

When Old Man Lin overdrew his life to fight, the middle-aged man scolded his mother in his heart, the pressure of fighting against an acquired martial artist was very great, and the middle-aged man couldn't even take care of his favorite broken mouth, he became a silent person, concentrating on fighting, if he was seen by his previous enemies, he would definitely wonder: "Has this grandson's throat been broken?"

Because the middle-aged enemies had to endure the harassment of his broken mouth in battle, it often made people's hearts angry, and there were countless examples of small frictions being made into enemies of life and death.

If he could speak, the middle-aged man would definitely yell at the young man: "You stupid hanger, standing on the side and loading wood?" It turned out that when the middle-aged man and Old Man Lin were fighting, the young man stood next to him and was indifferent, as if he was frightened by Old Man Lin's boxing just now, or he had great confidence in the middle-aged man.

Finally, when the young man reacted, he was also an extremely outstanding person after all, a person with a big secret but a very nourishing life, a person with great determination who dared to assassinate the acquired strong alone without the owner of the matter.

The young man was able to draw his sword smoothly this time, and he would not be intimidated by Old Man Lin's fist like he had done before, after all, the biggest pressure had already been resisted by the middle-aged man, just like the last time he and Chen Qing cooperated to kill the bear.

The young man seems to have his own unique views on the way of assassination, the first sword after his move, he hung the color on the old man Lin, a half-foot-long wound passed through the old man Lin's chest, although it is not deep, at most it can be regarded as a minor injury, but there is a possibility that the ant bites the elephant to death, because the old man Lin has no way to the young man.

The young man came and went like the wind, and every time he made a move, he was so clever that he left when he touched it, not seeking to kill and injure Old Man Lin with one blow, but only to constantly add wounds to Old Man Lin and slowly bleed him.

And the old man Lin was dragged by the middle-aged man's swordsmanship, and he could never make a move on the young man, if he wanted to force it, he would have to risk being seriously injured by the middle-aged man, the threat of the middle-aged man was much more than that of the young man, the young man was like a flea, which annoyed the old man Lin, but he couldn't do anything, and the form was very unfavorable to him.

When Old Man Lin was bled by the young man a few times, Old Man Lin finally couldn't control the deterioration of his injuries, and his fist was no longer as powerful as before, and the middle-aged man's pressure was greatly reduced at this time, and he opened his mouth and said to the young man: "Go and watch Grandpa kill you the day after tomorrow." A more arrogant and arrogant face, the true colors of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge are undoubtedly displayed, but it is his somewhat out-of-the-box temperament that has exerted its influence.

The young man didn't say much nonsense, nodded his fist and thanked him, then turned around and blended into the crowd, the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, "I just want you to help me press the formation next to me......"

The young man thought as he walked through the crowd: "The result is not bad, the old man's hatred was completely borne by the middle-aged man, even if the middle-aged man did not kill him, it is estimated that the old man will be the first to find the middle-aged man if he wants to find trouble." If it is really killed, then it will be even better, and several masters of the village will also look for that middle-aged man, it is really perfect, and it is really lucky, there is such a good person who contributes and takes the blame. ”

It can be seen that the young man's mind is quite dark, after all, the middle-aged man saved his life just now, but he turned around and threw the pot.

The middle-aged man is really not under much pressure at this time, after all, after three consecutive bloodlettings, Old Man Lin has gone to nine out of ten lives. At this time, there were no outsiders around, and the middle-aged man used the "Changxia Sword Technique" without any scruples to trap Old Man Lin firmly in place.

But any family with some inheritance, there will be one or two moves similar to the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration" exercises, and the counterattack in the desperate way greatly deters the enemy, so that the enemy does not dare to kill them all.

Looking at the middle-aged man's extraordinarily skillful response, Old Man Lin laughed miserably in his heart: "Don't be busy, let's kill directly, my Lin family does have a last resort, but I have no legs!" If it weren't for being slapped on the head by Chen Qing, Old Man Lin wouldn't have behaved so weakly this time.

In a moment, the screams came out, unwilling, unbelievable, and all kinds of complicated feelings shook in a scream. The middle-aged man exhaled lightly and said secretly: "Is this really an acquired martial artist? Doesn't it mean that their dying counterattack is particularly dangerous? Why did they die so naturally?"

The middle-aged man stroked his beard suspiciously, and there was disdain in his eyes. If Old Man Lin could see it, he would probably be angry.

"Fifth brother, you're messing around again, get out and hide, and I'll wipe your ass again!" A voice sounded in the ears of the middle-aged man, who rubbed his hands with a sneer, and then ran away, his movements were extremely skillful, as if he had no less than his hard practice in swordsmanship in the past years.