"This friend, I'm sorry, I have an urgent secret letter to send, the four Duan brothers will borrow it first, and I will compensate you tenfold for the deposit you paid. The white-faced scholar walked behind Lin Xingyu, and his tone was unquestionable.

"Ten times, then I'll give you ten times the deposit you give me, and you go." Lin Xingyu didn't look back, and responded angrily.

The white-faced scholar was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "No, my letter is very urgent, and it has delayed time, and it is not for people like you to bear it......."

"Get out. Lin Xingyu didn't want to continue listening to the white-faced scholar, so he interrupted directly.

"Hehehe, young man, don't speak so impulsively, the anger is too big, and you will die early. The white-faced scholar didn't laugh angrily, but the laughter was completely squeezed out of his teeth, and his voice changed from feminine to cold.

After hearing this, Lin Xingyu secretly rolled his eyes, took out the turtle shell in Wu Yixiu's hand in the package, threw a few copper plates into it, shook it a few times, and then fell on the table and fiddled around. The white-faced scholar is unknown.

"I've calculated, I died a hundred years later than you, and you died a little earlier. Lin Xingyu fiddled with the copper coins and said with disdain.

"Then let's see who dies first!" The white-faced scholar heard the fierce words, spoke very quickly, and suddenly made a move while speaking, holding the paper fan tightly, and a row of two-inch sharp blades instantly popped out on the top of the fan, piercing Lin Xingyu's back heart, hitting with one blow, and then jumping backwards, but he failed to see the scene of blood gushing as usual, and the sharp blade was only half an inch stained with blood, obviously this blow did not stab the heart.

'His Xuan Qi realm is two levels lower than mine, and with the strength just now, there is no reason why he can't pierce the heart, could it be that he is wearing the treasure armor? The white-faced scholar was suspicious, his face was solemn, and his face became even paler.

Lin Xingyu felt that his heart was stabbed in the back, and he was a little painful, and when he turned his head and saw the bloody sharp blade on the white-faced scholar's fan, he couldn't help but be stunned, and touched the back of his heart with his backhand, and there was a neat row of holes.

In the past, in Heluo City, there were fights and brawls all day long, but no one had ever killed him; although the road encountered a bandit, Qin Lan came to the rescue; Feng'an Cheng beheaded Chen Junxiong and led Chen Tiancheng away, all of which were Wu Yixiu who risked his life and survived it safely.

Even being threatened by Wu Yi's sword cultivation in the cave did not allow him to truly experience the sense of crisis on the verge of life and death. But this time, for the first time, Lin Xingyu really realized that the rivers and lakes are sinister, people's hearts are unpredictable, and the slightest carelessness in words will lead to death.

The white-faced scholar raised his eyes and saw Lin Xingyu's face and was stunned again: Why is this person blue?

The two of them were stunned, and the surrounding diners fled one after another, but the boss couldn't stop them, and he was afraid of being affected, so he had to follow them outside to watch from afar, secretly praying that these people would never tear down the tavern.

The four Duan brothers also ran out, only Wu Yixiu was still sitting quietly at the table.

Lin Xingyu pulled out the Luofeng Sword from behind his back, his hand felt cold and heavy, and he carried the Xuan Qi, and found that there was no black qi on the sword body.

'There's no way to exert the power of the Falling Maple Sword. ’

After two flicks, he shook out a sword flower and pointed at the white-faced scholar.

The white-faced scholar did not dare to despise it, put away the fan, pulled out the double knives with his left and right hands, held his left hand backwards, held his right hand forward, bent his legs, leaned forward, and swayed his hands slightly.

Lin Xingyu rushed forward with his sword, raised the Luofeng sword and slashed at the white-faced scholar, the white-faced scholar did not dare to take it hard, rolled sideways, easily avoided it, and quickly turned around, and found that Lin Xingyu did not keep up with the second offset, and gave up the great opportunity to gain the upper hand, and the white-faced scholar was a little surprised in his heart.

Lin Xingyu turned around and swung his sword from left to right, and the white-faced scholar bent down and flashed, and at the same time stabbed Lin Xingyu in the heart.

Lin Xingyu didn't know how to swordsmanship, but fortunately, his body reacted quickly, and when he saw the knife coming, he took a step back, imitating Chen Junxiong holding a sword from the bottom right to the top left.

The white-faced scholar stretched out his left hand with a knife to block the Luofeng sword, the short soldiers intersected, the sound of metal collision sounded, and the attack of his right hand remained unchanged, stabbing Lin Xingyu's heart with a knife, and half a point into the flesh.

Lin Xingyu saw Chen Junxiong use this Luofeng sword to cut off Wu Yixiu's two short knives with one sword, but in his own hands, a sword was blocked, and the opponent's short knife was unhindered, and he was stabbed by someone!

The white-faced scholar accepted it when he saw it, retreated to avoid Lin Xingyu's sword stab, and found that Lin Xingyu was not proficient in swordsmanship, and laughed even more wildly.

At this moment, Lin Xingyu suddenly recalled the sword technique on the cave wall, rushed forward again, and waved the Luofeng Sword in his hand according to the style of the sword technique in his mind, and his movements were stiff and rigid.

The white-faced scholar was very proud when he saw this, every time Lin Xingyu made a sword, the white-faced scholar would definitely find a flaw immediately, and in a flash, he left a bloody wound on Lin Xingyu's body.

But after a while, Lin Xingyu's arms and legs were already covered with dense small wounds, and there were some long wounds on his chest and back, the injuries were not serious, but he seemed to be being teased, and the feeling of humiliation in his heart increased suddenly. In a hurry, he threw the Luofeng sword in front of Wu Yixiu, and rushed up to fight hand-to-hand with his bare hands.

The white-faced scholar smiled even more, and said with a wicked smile: "Look for death!"

When Lin Xingyu rushed up, he stabbed him in the heart with a knife in his right hand.

Lin Xingyu didn't panic when he saw the knife coming, and he avoided it to the right side of his body, and punched his left hand straight into the left shoulder of the white-faced scholar, who was just about to raise his hand to counterattack, and was half a beat slower.

There was a muffled "bang".

The white-faced scholar covered his left shoulder and took a few steps back, the pain caused the facial muscles to be deformed, the wings of his nose twitched, and his left hand holding the knife kept trembling.

'Why did you give up using the sword and get faster instead?'

Lin Xingyu's offensive did not stop, he stepped forward again, his fists came out together, only to see the white-faced scholar's right hand stabbed out with a short knife, Lin Xingyu's left hand instantly changed from a fist to a palm, and his backhand slapped away the white-faced scholar's right arm, and his right fist hit the white-faced scholar's left shoulder again, and the white-faced scholar took three steps back.

Lin Xingyu didn't give the white-faced scholar a chance to breathe, continued to rush forward, aimed at the white-faced scholar's left shoulder, and punched out again.

"Smack!" there was a crisp sound, and the fist was blocked by a huge palm, clenched tightly.

It turned out that the white-faced scholar had retreated twice, and he had already retreated to the entourage of the strong man, and the strong man saw that the white-faced scholar was invincible, and blocked Lin Xingyu's offensive with one hand.

Lin Xingyu pulled his hand back hard, and found that the strong man was so strong that he didn't move at all.

The white-faced scholar looked humiliated and indignant, and when he saw that Lin Xingyu's right hand was grabbed and couldn't move, he stabbed him in the heart with a knife.

Lin Xingyu was shocked, his right hand could not be withdrawn, this knife could not be avoided, raised his right foot, and kicked towards the crotch of the white-faced scholar.

"Ah~" only heard a sharp wail, the white-faced scholar was lying on the ground, his double knives fell to the side, his hands covered his crotch, his waist was bent like a shrimp, he kept rolling, snot and tears flowed together, and the wailing continued.

"Zhen Ping, kill him, kill him for me!" the white-faced scholar roared angrily, his voice trembling.

When the strong man heard this, he grabbed Lin Xingyu and flew out.

"Bang!"

Lin Xingyu was thrown against the wall, and a crack appeared on the wall, but fortunately it did not hurt his lungs and jumped up.

"Heh!" The strong man took a step forward, shouted angrily, his arms shook, the blue Xuan Qi surged on his arms, the air waves hit his face, the surrounding tables and chairs were overturned by the air waves, the dishes were shattered, and the ground was in a mess, Wu Yixiu picked up the wine glass and continued to drink.

The strong man rushed towards Lin Xingyu, his steps were heavy, every time he took a step, there would be a slight vibration on the ground, a few meters away, three steps away, two feet away from Lin Xingyu, the strong man aimed at Lin Xingyu's head, and punched out, and the punch speed was extremely fast.

Lin Xingyu didn't have time to dodge, and raised his arms and crossed them in front of him.

"Bang!" The huge fist hit Lin Xingyu's arms, "Boom!", Lin Xingyu flew upside down like a cannonball, his posture did not change, smashing through the wall, smoke and dust everywhere, and castration did not decrease.

Then, only to hear "boom, boom, boom!" three times in a row, several houses behind the tavern were unfortunately smashed by Lin Xingyu, until they hit the fourth wall before they could fall down, and the wall was cracked.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough. Lin Xingyu lay on the ground in embarrassment, coughing dryly, his internal organs were greatly impacted, and he was as miserable as a rope, unable to breathe.

Long.

"Poof......!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Lin Xingyu's face turned from flushed to pale, his internal organs soothed a little, he used his Xuan Qi, adjusted his breathing, and stood up slowly against the wall, and walked towards the tavern step by step.

The scholar's face was gloomy, and he picked up his double knives and walked out. Even if Lin Xingyu died, he would have to break his body into thousands of pieces. Zhen Ping's Xuan Qi is at the fifth order of the Martial Master Realm, and it is also an innate divine power, coupled with the cultivation of Qi Gong Technique, even if a Ninth Duan Martial artist is hit by a punch, it will either be dead or disabled, even if Lin Xingyu is powerful, it is impossible to be unscathed.

The unfinished smoke and dust floated in the air, and Lin Xingyu walked from the flying dust through the hole in the wall.

"He's not dead, cripple him, save his life, I'm going to torture him to death slowly. Seeing that Lin Xingyu was not dead, the white-faced scholar said ruthlessly.

Lin Xingyu ran a few steps in a row, rushed towards the strong man Zhen Ping, punched out, and Zhen Ping punched and collided.

"Bang!"

Lin Xingyu flew out upside down, hit his back against the wall, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and the wall behind him cracked and slowly collapsed.

Lin Xingyu stood up and wiped the blood, "Come again!"

The strong man did not reply, and stood there quietly, like an iron tower.

Lin Xingyu collided with each other several times, but he flew out upside down and smashed against the wall, but he began to have a little experience in the method of unloading force, and his body was much more flexible.

"I asked you to cripple him, can't you understand human speech?" the white-faced scholar shouted dissatisfied.

When Zhen Ping heard this, he no longer kept it, his arms were full of anger, he rushed forward, raised his arm and slammed it down at Lin Xingyu.

Lin Xingyu, who didn't have time to dodge, was directly smashed to the ground, half of his body was paralyzed in pain, and he fell to the ground.