The group of people came up without saying a word, and surrounded Lin Luo and killed him.

Facing a group of people, Lin Luo shot out a yang finger from his hand, hitting the acupoints between the eyebrows first, killing them with one blow.

The others had already jumped to Lin Luo.

Qiangzheng!

Qiu Shui sword came out, and the old horse under his crotch did not panic, but instead stopped obediently.

The long sword opened and closed, and the changes were made. As the sword edge shook, sword flowers burst out, and they were divided into angles where they wanted to attack.

Lin Luo took a breath of true energy, and the energy surged, and half a foot of sword energy was stimulated, covering both the man and the horse.

The center-level gun was the first to hit the target. Ding Ding Ding Three Swords, Lin Luo used the three stacks of force to directly knock the opponent's center-level gun away.

Lin Luo sneered, and even laughed while using his sword, he said: "As the saying goes, the moon stick, the year knife, the gun for a lifetime. The gun is the most difficult to defend against at least one point! But this guy's gun is simply an insult to the gun. Go back and practice again!"

Lin Luo didn't even see the person who shot the gun clearly, but this ridicule was enough to make the man vomit three liters of blood.

In the eyes of others, Fu Qian, with so many attacks, can still savvy all kinds of tricks, and can easily judge them. His pressureless look makes his opponent feel powerless, like a bottomless pit. When will he reach his bottom line?

"The gravity of this long sword is not important, so what is the mess you use!" As everyone is seriously injured by Lin Luo or gets rid of their weapons, this sentence will be accompanied by this.

"You can't win even if I let you have both hands!"

Every word of ridicule makes the opponent furious, but he can't help it. This feeling of frustration and powerlessness is even more uncomfortable than killing them.

After the words came, the Qiushui sword was filled with light and disappeared with the scabbard. The last man, Lin Luo, hit the center of the opponent's palm with one yang finger, and defeated the enemy.

Lin Luo did not move at the old horse, and even the old horse did not move at all.

Moreover, Lin Luo was the only one in the audience, raising his head and thrusting his chest, and the rest of the thieves all fell to the ground. Some died of excessive blood loss, while others simply ran away after their weapons were knocked away or were injured.

However, no one attacked Lin Luo after being defeated. His calm attitude and cold sword skills made them powerless and could not raise any thoughts of becoming enemies with him. It was extremely rare to survive under this cold sword. Didn’t you see the man who used the knife just now and died of the throat?

This group of mobs was made up temporarily because everyone coveted the five hundred taels of silver on him, but one person was not his opponent, so when they joined forces, they could get at least a few dozen taels of silver.

No matter how strong it is, it is impossible to fight against more than twenty people alone, right?

This is what everyone thinks.

Even if it consumes it, it will consume him to death!

The idea is simple, the reality is cruel. Lin Luo used the Qiushui sword to teach them how cruel reality is. Even if a group of people come together, he can talk and laugh without any harm.

Defeat, complete defeat, mental defense collapse!

The one who escaped, the one who died, Lin Luo swept it over and found only a living person, the man who was finally injured by his finger.

Lin Luo felt a trace of abnormality. Everyone else came naked, but this person had a black cloth covered his face.

With a wave of his long sleeves, a ray of energy came out like a wall, swapping the masked black cloth on the masked face, and saw the man's face through the moonlight.

"Batu?"

Batu, who was named, looked ashamed and turned his head and refused to look at Lin Luo.

"If you want to kill and cut, please give me your own care!" Batu closed his eyes and couldn't bear to say.

After a while, there was no response, and Lin Luo did not take action to kill Batu.

"I still think you are a man in the ring. What if I kill you, what will your mother do?" Lin Luo asked back.

Batu's body trembled slightly, opened his eyes and said incredibly: "Why do you know about my mother?" Batu had never told anyone about this, but suddenly it was said by someone else, so he was naturally shocked, as if he had been seen through.

"How do I know it doesn't matter, what matters is that you have ever thought of your mother?"

Lin Luo only realized this by accident.

That day, I practiced my skills in the inn, and my consciousness grew.

He took every move in the inn to his ears. Lin Luo had long been accustomed to this. This was the unique experience when refining Hunyuan true qi. All consciousness was amplified and integrated into nature, so that he could naturally feel every move around him.

At that time, Batu was also in the inn. In addition to Batu, which had strong qi and blood, there was also a slow qi and blood that was about to die, an old man.

Lin Luo did not deliberately eavesdrop on his face. All perceptions were unconsciously entering his ears, and he wanted to keep refining.

Lin Luo heard it from beginning to end, and then he understood the reason why Batu worked hard.

The purpose of making money by guarding the roster is to cure my mother. If you want to cure it completely, you will not only buy valuables such as snow lotus and ginseng as medicine for a high price. But where did Batu, a nomadic Outer Mongolia get so much money?

Keeping the beating became his only hope.

I tasted the sweetness on the first day, one hundred taels of silver.

But one hundred taels are not enough, and medicine is expensive. These silvers are enough for a few days. What should I do in a few days?

On the second day of the defense, Batu tried his best. When he was about to persevere at the last moment, a Tubo man named Fuqian instantly defeated him.

At that time, what he lost was not defeated by one move, nor was it face, but how to raise three hundred taels of silver.

On the third day, although he knew that he had no hope, Batu decided to stand up and try his best in the end, but the result was still disappointing - he was no match for Fu Qian at all.

Batu had no hatred for Fu Qian's sudden appearance. This arena is where the big fist is worthy of respect.

Batu was found and told this plan. Batu was resistant, but he really had no money at hand, so he had no choice but to join. With the superb strength he had shown in the ring before, everyone promised him to get more money.

In order not to let Fu Qian recognize him, Batu was covered with a black cloth.

More than 20 people were defeated by Lin Luo while talking and laughing. Only then did Batu realize that Fu Qian on the ring had never used all his strength, and he didn't even have it now!

A bag of silver was thrown into Batu's arms. Lin Luo urged the horse to go far away, leaving a string of voices: "I'm sorry for your filial piety, I won't make things difficult for you anymore. Take the money to save people!"

Batu's nose felt sour, and he immediately knelt respectfully on the ground and kowtowed three times in the direction of Lin Luo's disappearance: "Mr. Fu's grace for saving his life, Batu will never forget it!"

The next morning, the corpse in the wild was found. Combined with the survivors, Fuqian was described as a demon king with superb martial arts.
Chapter completed!