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Chapter 37: Rush Up, Kneel Down

Qi Jun did not have a deep understanding of how terrifying the innate master is among warriors, because he had never really seen the innate warrior take action.

But he knew very well that Gu Gan was terrible. Before he disappeared, the reputation of Tiangang Sanshou was well known to everyone. Even so, Gu Gan at that time had only half his foot in the innate realm.

Qi Jun moved his eyes from Zhou Ting to Yue Lin with difficulty, and there was only endless pleasure and comfort in his eyes. Hum, Yue Lin caused a innate master to take action with all his strength, which was really a desperate thing.

Among the guards behind Zhou Ting, a short, old man wearing a hat stood silently in the back corner. He seemed to be a little out of place with the other guards. Since entering the hall of Wanfu Business, he has been half-closing his eyes to rest, and he did not look like the guard should.

When Zhou Ting burst out his sword light, all the other guards' eyes burst into a terrifying look. Only the old guard still lowered his head, and from time to time he looked up at Yue Lin who was standing there calmly, frowned as if he was thinking about something.

Zhou Ting's sword light is light green in color. Although it is a means of killing, it strangely gives people a vibrant charm.

Yue Lin's tyrannical expression became deeper and deeper, which was the impact on him when the war system was initially activated.

Being able to maintain basic sanity in endless killing and not sinking into the abyss, Yue Lin can be regarded as a person with extremely firm will.

But he was not unaffected, especially now that he was stimulating from the outside world, Yue Lin was actually on the verge of an outbreak of murderous intent.

Zhou Ting's body finished the crisp sound, and a low roar was heard. He was like a god descending to earth. With endless momentum, he raised the broken jade sword, and the sword light sucked and stabbed Yue Lin.

"No!" Fan Zimo, who had just gone out to test the sword, appeared outside the door, and the first thing he saw was this scene.

She shouted urgently, but couldn't stop it. She could only watch Zhou Ting bullied Yue Lin with his sword!

Five feet, for warriors holding weapons, they can already determine the distance between life and death. The length of their arms and the length of their weapons can completely pierce a huge blood hole into the enemy.

What's more, Zhou Ting's Duan Yu Sword also has a cold sword light on his body. He can suck it a little and it will be a difference from birth to death!

Fan Zimo stomped her feet suddenly, but she didn't expect that after she left for a moment, things would develop like this.

She and Zhou Ting traveled all the way, and naturally heard many rumors about Ying Shang and Yue Lin, but unlike Zhou Ting, she was still full of curiosity about Yue Lin.

In addition, after later discovering that Yue Lin had magical sword refining skills, Fan Zimo even thought of subduing him.

The key is to make the man Ying Shang admires become his subordinates, which should be more respectful.

When Fan Zimo thought of Ying Shang's expression when he saw Yue Lin following his command, he was so excited that he couldn't do anything about himself, so he hurried back as soon as he left the house.

But she really didn't expect that in just a few words, Zhou Ting would actually kill that person.

Facing the light green sword light that was already close, Yue Lin's expression was still as plain as water.

Yue Lin is dead!

When he was hit head-on by a sword light, his best result would be to be cut into two pieces.

Xu Qingmu and Qi Jun both opened their eyes wide, waiting for the scene of blood to splash.

Fan Zimo covered her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look at it any longer.

thump………

Dang...

Then another series of screams rang out.

"Is this the sound of his body and weapons falling to the ground after being cut by Zhou Ting's sword?" Fan Zimo thought to himself, "What are these people screaming? Is Zhou Ting's cultivation level again?"

kindness?

After a while, Fan Zimo suddenly realized something was wrong, so he opened his eyes and looked out from the gap between his fingers.

But what happened in front of her was so bizarre that she was so surprised that she forgot to put her hands down from her face, and even forgot to breathe.

Zhou Ting, who was still very imposing just now, was kneeling in front of Yue Lin!

The broken jade sword in his hand was also thrown aside, with no light green sword light on it, and it looked like the most ordinary long sword.

"What happened?" Fan Zimo felt that his cognition was about to be subverted, so he grabbed the person next to him and asked.

The one who was caught was a low-level disciple of Baibing Tower. He looked at Fan Zimo, swallowed and said with difficulty: "Nothing happened."

Bang!

Fan Zimo was so angry that she almost laughed when she was so stupid that she slapped her backhand and slapped her in the face.

"Zhou Ting was kneeling there straight, and you actually told me nothing happened!?"

The disciples of Baibing Tower had a hot face, but they did not dare to resist at all. They could only whisper in a crying voice: "It's really nothing happened. Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou rushed over and knelt down for that man!"

While he was talking, he secretly observed Zhou Ting's side. He only secretly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that the other party did not seem to hear what he said.

Fan Zimo unconsciously let go of his hand and murmured to himself: "Can the blacksmith named Yue be actually Zhou Ting's relative? The two finally recognized each other at the last moment, and staged a scene of killing and recognizing relatives?"

"Impossible. Yue Lin looks younger than Zhou Ting. How could he be his elder?"

Compared to Fan Zimo, Xu Qingmu and Qi Jun were even more surprised and almost bit their tongues. The combat power of Master Zhou, who was half a congenital master, rushed up with the force of the mountain pressing the top, just to kneel down!?

Mr. Zhou, are you here to joke?

Unlike others who were surprised and unbelievable, Zhou Ting was extremely uncomfortable at this time.

He felt that he had fallen into a darkness that was invisible, his five colors were blind, his five sounds were lost, and he had lost all his perception of the outside world.

As long as he thought a little and had a little movement, a burst of pain like his soul being torn apart would come.

Yue Lin slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and his cold eyes fell on Zhou Ting's neck.

Zhou Ting is indeed very awesome.

When the other party took action, Yue Lin knew that relying on his physical condition after several battles, if he fought hard, it would be difficult to win.

But everyone around was surrounded by the other party. Once it took too long, it would inevitably fall into the situation of being besieged. All this made Yue Lin's heart angry and his murderous intent had no patience.

He directly used the energy that was not much left in the war space, and combined with his own mental power to launch a mental impact on Zhou Ting.

Zhou Ting's guards were in a state of turmoil, but now their sons are under the man's sword, and they are not sure that they can save the man before the sword falls.
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