Lin Luo appeared in the open space in less than half a cup of tea.

One sword and one gun in your hand, the sword is an ordinary green sword, and the gun is also an ordinary white wax gun.

"Give you a gun!" Lin Luo threw the spear to Li Mu. There was no one in the sect who used a gun. This white wax gun was created by the blacksmith Zhang Dali in his spare time, just to exercise his forging techniques. After all, if a blacksmith wants to become a master of weapon refining, he needs to master eighteen weapons in order to create better weapons.

And this Qingfeng Sword is also a weapon that ordinary disciples usually wear.

"What do you mean?" Li Mu took the white wax gun with one hand. The gun was indeed very ordinary, but he also knew that the Qingfeng sword in Lin Luo's hand was also ordinary and tight.

"I don't need to take advantage of the Qiu Shui sword, and I can defeat you!" Lin Luo said.

Li Mu stared at Lin Luo's eyes, threw the white wax gun aside for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Your internal injuries have not healed, and I don't want to take advantage of you, I can break you with empty hands!"

At this time, Li Mu had already regarded Lin Luo as an equal opponent. He suppressed his strength to the top-grade warrior. As the spark of fighting spirit in Lin Luo's eyes, he had to make him alert. However, as a martial master, Li Mu would not bow his head casually, take a bloody battle on the battlefield, and have rich practical combat. This is his undefeated belief!

Lin Luo glanced at the white wax gun inserted on the ground and said casually: "It's up to you."

He has the belief that he insists on, and so does Li Mu! So Lin Luo won’t say anything. This is Li Mu’s persistence, just like his deliberately choosing the Qingfeng Sword.

Lin Luo walked to Lian Po, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Lian is good!"

Although he didn't say anything, Lian Po knew what to do.

Lin Luo and Li Mu were facing each other, occupying the open space. Lian Po stood ten meters away from the two of them, and Wu Jun relaxed his aura and created an air shield at the place where they fought to isolate all sounds from overflowing.

Lian Po is a powerful man of Wujun level. He has already transformed into innate internal strength after acquiring the heavens. His meridians are fully open, and his internal strength is endless. He has entered the realm of the five qi dying up to the Yuan Dynasty. As the saying goes, there is only Wujun who is killed, but no master who is exhausted.

If you can use the essence of heaven and earth for your own use, you can instantly absorb the vitality within a few miles. The power of the moves is even more powerful.

Lian Po waved his hand and condensed a thin hemispherical internal force aura. The aura would not suppress any of the two's skills, but would only block the energy spillover of the two. As for the two of them coming out of it, they were also under his control. In this aura, it was more compatible with Lian Po's perception of the way of space.

Zhao Su, his wife and granddaughter Zhao Luoxian stood at the door of the room, and then the kerosene light in the room watched the duel between the two.

"Grandpa, please help Brother Lin. I don't want Brother Lin to compete. I will follow the general and the others." Zhao Luoxian grabbed Zhao Su's arm.

At this time, Zhao Su also looked serious and shook his head and said, "It's impossible. This is a battle of dignity for warriors. After Lin Luo invited the decisive battle, Li Mu agreed. Only by deciding the victory or defeat can it end. Just watch from the side."

Zhao Luoxian looked nervous. He was the general Li Mu, who was decisive in killing. He debuted from Guigu and his experience came from the battlefield. The Huns outside the frontier were famous for their reputation. Zhao Luoxian himself was also a martial artist and knew the key points. Although the general suppressed his skills to the level of a top-grade warrior, his rich experience and combat awareness were cultivated on the battlefield, which was comparable to Brother Lin.

She believed that Brother Lin could defeat the general, but it would not be now!

"Brother Lin, be careful!" Zhao Luoxian shouted.

Lin Luo's shoulders trembled slightly and he smiled mockingly: "No one believes that I will win?" Hearing Lin Luo's words, Zhao Luoxian took a few steps back, and suddenly realized in his heart: If Yu Yunxin was here, he would definitely believe Brother Lin, instead of not having confidence in Brother Lin like me.

After a moment of thought, a little firmness appeared on Zhao Luoxian's face and shouted to Lin Luo: "Brother Lin, I believe in you. You will definitely win!"

Why is Lin Luo so confident?

Zhao Su, Lian Po and even Li Mu were asking questions. The Lin Luo they knew was not a reckless person. The passionate confidence in front of them instantly ignited the fighting spirit.

But, what is his reliance?

Zhao Su has always been the butler of the Lingyun Sect. He knew that the head of the sect was extraordinary and had many amazing ideas. These ideas seemed weird but were truly reliable, making many people waiting to see the fun stunned.

Lian Po stared at Lin Luo's back, trying to see something strange from it. Lin's fighting spirit is now stern, and others cannot beat his edge. At least in terms of momentum, Lin's ambition is much stronger than Li Mu's. However, the momentum is with people, and keeping a low profile is not a soft persimmon. It is the most terrifying thing to send a fatal blow at the most critical moment!

The only way Lian Po could see was that Lin Luo was already at the peak of a top-grade warrior. Perhaps after two days of the lunar calendar, this kid could step into the realm of a martial arts master again.

"It's really exciting. The strongest showdown between the middle-aged and young generations of Zhao State!" Lian Po stood there with his hands standing, crossing his legs and standing there, giving people a thick mountain. When people merged into the country, Lian Po was the mountain at this moment! Connecting the breath with the earth's veins, this qi mask could not be broken even if a person of the same level of Wujun came!

Li Mu looked at Lin Luo. Could it be that Lin Luo was so arrogant because he had to take the princess away?

Yes, in Li Mu's eyes, the relationship between Lin Luo and Zhao Luoxian was already unusual, so he regarded this as a angrily girl.

"Now exit, I can forgive your disrespectful sins."

Li Mu took a step and his momentum was natural, like a god of killing. It was hard to believe that the minister who had just cried and cried, and now suddenly thought that the gods of heaven and earth were as high as the gods, with contempt in his eyes. That kind of contempt came from the heart, the gods of Zhantian, and Lin Luo was the one who could be destroyed with only one hand.

Lin Luo frowned and said, "This tone and look are so annoying."

Then he also took a step and stared at Li Mu with full fighting spirit: "Today|You are so arrogant, I will kill you into the world!"

Before the two had competed, the momentum they gathered had already begun to confront each other.

Li Mu's natural momentum, while Lin Luo's sword energy soared into the sky, so sharp that it makes people feel dazzling if they look at it for a while.

The momentum was invisible, and the two auras collided together, and a slight ray of Mars exploded in the air hood. More and more explosions of Mars, and people outside the air hood could not penetrate any sound except for seeing the picture.

And inside the air mask, there were already a rolling sound, mixed with the crackling sound of lightning during the explosion.
Chapter completed!