Lin Luo was delighted. He followed the two of them to find the so-called old nest, and then killed it in one fell swoop, eliminating the troubles of the central cult.

Yuan Rou and a thick man walked into the village, and Lin Luo followed him in a distant breath. When he came to the village, he did not take action directly, but continued to follow the two of them. He checked the village around. Although the villagers were dressed in ordinary costumes, the man was fierce and the woman was steady. At a glance, he knew that he was not a vulgar player, but a martial artist.

People in a village are all backbone of cults.

Although he didn't realize what he was, when he came here, Lin Luo realized the terrible thing. Every time he appeared, he was a martial artist, and at the worst he had the strength of a middle-grade martial artist. Lin Luo's scalp was numb, and there were at least a hundred people in the village. Such a huge force was just a team assigned by the central part of Zhao.

"Today, I must kill all these cults here!" Lin Luo's murderous aura appeared in his chest, and after a moment, he hurriedly hid it in his heart and calmed his breath.

I saw Yuan Rou and the man with a strong aura did not stop in the village, but ran across the village and walked into the cave with the back of the mountains at the innermost part of the village.

Lin Luo was suspicious, could this cave be the place where the cult senior leaders gathered?

Stopped in place, it was not that Lin Luo didn't want to follow the two to the depths of the cult, but that there was an empty place further forward. The farmhouses around him gathered far away. Even if Lin Luo rushed through the open area with his extremely fast body technique, he would be discovered. After all, he did not have the light body technique like Qifeng, which was elusive and even Wu Jun could not stop him.

I thought I could only wait until night before taking action.

A black shadow ran back and forth along the edge of the village. After half a cup of tea, Lin Luo returned to the entrance of the village. Seeing Zhu Pengtao waiting at the entrance of the village, he imitated the old dog's cry of acting coquettishly and asking for wine twice.

Zhu Pengtao's originally drowsy eyes suddenly jumped and opened his eyes. The sound from the forest was a little familiar. After recalling for a moment, he thought that the old dog in Pian made this sound, and then he suddenly realized that this was the message from the master to contact him.

Fatty Zhu didn't dare to call him the name directly at this time, for fear that someone would hide secretly. He had to look around and find a little trace of the master in an attempt. But after a few circles, let alone the corners of his clothes, he couldn't even find Zhu Pengtao.

He was discouraged. At this moment, Lin Luo used his deep internal strength to transmit a message to Fatty Zhu, "I want to explore the enemy cave at night. You can lead your horse to the nearby towns and wait for me."

Zhu Pengtao subconsciously squirmed Adam's apple and wanted to say something. Then he thought that Master was making a sound, and he couldn't speak how he could convey it.

Zhu Pengtao stood there and nodded foolishly, then walked into the woods and led his horse away.

He knew very well that his tiny strength would not only not help the head here, but would instead become a burden.

The feminine man who pretended to intimidate him today would not be much lower than Zhu Pengtao. If the fat man hadn't been used to being lazy on weekdays, if Shao Ming had been under such oppression, his breath had already taken the initiative to resist and exposed his identity.

Seeing the fat man leave, Lin Luo's heart fell steadily.

The hundreds of martial arts practitioners in a village made Lin Luo feel like he was playing alone.

That's right, but it's not about playing the game, it's about smashing the game!

In addition to being excited, he was also excited.

Logically speaking, Lin Luo could directly lift his sword and kill from the east entrance of the village to the west entrance of the village, kill back and forth thirty times, and then force the cult boss out and kill him in one fell swoop. But Lin Luo did it with caution, at least he had to see what was in the cave, and only by knowing himself and the others could win every battle. Compared to impulse, Lin Luo prefers to control everything in his palm.

Taking advantage of the daytime, Lin Luo looked at the village in addition to the cave with strict defense. He had a full understanding of the distribution of personnel and the surrounding terrain. What made Lin Luo most happy was that there was an iron shop hidden in this village. The iron shop seemed to repair some labor tools or pots for the villagers, but in fact it was to build weapons for the cults in the village in the dark, such as swords.

Lin Luo sneered.

The arsenal is a "source" for him to use his ultimate move.

Tonight, let you have a good experience of Guiyuan’s martial arts - Wanjian Guizong!

Lin Luo disappeared, waiting for the night to come.

Seven or eight hours later, the night sky seemed to know that there was a killing tonight, and the moon was much bigger than usual. A jade plate hung horizontally at the sky, and even the dark clouds were dispersed by the breeze, and the air was filled with indescribable coldness and solemnity.

As winter approaches, even the birds whistling in the woods disappear. Lin Luo stood on the branch of a tree, and his plain robe pulled out a narrow shadow under the bright moonlight, looking like a god who came to earth in a glimmering night.

The village is not as quiet as the ordinary countryside at night. Instead, it is brightly lit everywhere, and it is very lively in and out of the room, and there is no sign of late night.

In the vast plain in the distance, the moonlight shone like a veil, and the earth was covered with a layer of hazy white frost, which made Lin Luo think of famous quotes such as "It is suspected to be frost on the ground".

He felt a lot of emotion in his heart, and it was another murderous night. Lin Luo didn't speak up in his chest, and Lang Lang chanted: "The eyes were as vast as silver as silver, and thousands of rainbow lights raised clam treasures. If there was no moon house in the sky, the cinnamon twigs would be supported to the west."

The sound is not modified, and the sound is released with no internal force, but it makes people feel as if someone is chanting gently in the ear. The "village" who is patrolling the night is so shocked that she draws her sword and is extremely alert when she stands in place.

Then, they saw the scene of this body being extremely beautiful.

A figure flew high, riding on the bright full moon, like a banished immortal embedded in the middle of a full moon.

Under the brilliance of the holy light, only the outline of this person's body was revealed.

The "village" was completely stunned when he saw this scene, without any reaction. He just stared blankly at the full moon, the figure, and the poem that had been surrounding his ears for a long time.

The banished immortal in the moon waved his long sleeves, and suddenly jumped out of three flying swords from behind, shot out from the left and right directions, stabbing towards the scholars under his feet.

"ah!"

The night is no longer silent.

Poetry is no longer a lonely sound.

When screams were heard one after another, the believers suddenly came back to their senses and realized that this was an attack, an enemy attack!

Lin Luo did not hide at all. When the poem was heard, the cult leaders in the cave also heard about it.

"Who is making noise outside?" The man with a deep voice waved his hand to go out to investigate. Others, such as the "Snake God" Yuan Rou, and several other masters, also frowned and looked at the direction of the servant's departure, feeling uneasy.

When my subordinates went out, the poem was still sounded, and the whole poem was chanted, silently.

The servant had gone out for one-third of the time and he had not returned. The thick man was also a little anxious, and his thumbs were constantly tapping the back of his hands.

"Brother, I'll go out and see who is pretending to be a ghost!" Yuan Rou's violent temperament turned into a stream of blue smoke and escaped several feet, and went out.

Chewing in his mouth, he savored the long poem. The thick man suddenly slapped the table with his palm, leaving a two-inch-deep palm print on the table, and shouted: "Oh no! If something happens, please go out with me!"
Chapter completed!