Yue Lin's long sword moved slightly.

Everyone's heart suddenly rose to their throats, including Xu Qingmu and Qi Jun.

Qi Jun was almost fainted. If Yue Lin's sword was really cut, the Zhou family would be furious. He didn't know how Yue Lin would die, but he and the entire Baibing Tower would definitely be buried with Zhou Ting in an extremely miserable way.

Xu Qingmu no longer looked like a handsome young man, his face turned pale, his lips were stammering, and he murmured to himself: "How dare you kill Zhou Ting? How dare you kill Zhou Ting?"

If Zhou Ting dies, all the secret methods he has done before will definitely be revealed by the Zhou family. At that time, even his father will take off a layer of skin.

"No!" Fan Zimo shouted the second sentence exactly the same as when she first came back.

When she just shouted no, she felt a little regretful at most, but now she said no to no is full of tension and anxiety.

Zhou Ting is the direct descendant of the Zhou family in Beicang Mansion. If he died in Baimu City, almost everyone present would be buried with him. Even if she had the protection of her family, she would not die, but it would be inevitable that she would be punished heavily.

Yue Lin raised his eyelids slightly, looked at Fan Zimo who was shouting coldly, an inexplicable smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and a sword in his hand was slightly paused.

Then before Fan Zimo's heart had completely fallen, the sword suddenly accelerated and slashed towards Zhou Ting's neck!

Yue Lin’s idea at this moment is very simple, which is completely in line with the idea of ​​war space, that is, treat the enemy with the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, and kill them all without forcing them.

Only dead enemies are the best enemies.

Only destruction is the right thing.

brush………

Yue Lin frowned and looked at the guard who suddenly appeared between him and Zhou Ting.

The old guard, who had been out of touch with other people since he came in, carried his hat and revealed his true face that had been hidden.

This is an old man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He looks extremely ordinary from all aspects, except for those pairs of eyes.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes and were like a deep pool, giving people a strange feeling.

Yue Lin's sword just now fell into nothing and was blocked by the old guard with a sword.

The old man coughed lightly, his voice hoarse, "This matter was originally our fault, so let's stop here. We will receive generous compensation later. What do you think?"

The group behind were all stunned. This was the first time they saw Zhou Ting’s guard surrendering in public.

Yue Lin still frowned slightly, thinking about something.

The old man in front of him gave Yue Lin a familiar feeling. Looking at his eyes, Yue Lin seemed to have returned to the night when the war space had just opened.

Could it be that he is the same person as Qingluo and the Taoist of the Netherworld?

Seeing that Yue Lin had no reaction, the old man picked up Zhou Ting with one hand and retreated.

"Give me ten Yuan crystals and I'll let him go." Yue Lin's lips moved slightly, and he said in a voice that only he and the old man could hear.

The old man's body was shocked and he actually stopped. His eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Yue Lin.

"You actually know the existence of Yuan Crystal Stone? Are you too?"

Yue Lin interrupted the other party rudely and said coldly: "Twenty Yuan Crystals."

The old man hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

After saying that, he suddenly moved his body and carried Zhou Ting to continue backwards.

Suddenly a cold light flashed by.

A brilliant Mars burst out between the old man and Yue Lin.

Yue Lin took a few steps back, pointing at the old man with a slanted pointing at the tip of the sword, and a wisp of blood flowed out of his arm and dripped to the ground.

The old man just shook his body, and there was no change in the rest.

His eyes burst out with a cold light, landing on Yue Lin's fingers.

"We don't owe each other." Yue Lin didn't even look at his injured arm, staring at the old man's eyes and said word by word.

Boom!

This time, the old guard took the initiative.

He shook Zhou Ting back, and the hat on his head swung out with a whirlwind and flew out, slashing towards Yue Lin's throat.

The fire in Yue Lin's meridians burst out with a bang, and the long sword slashed vertically without any fancy, slashing straight to the edge of the hat.

The violent airflow flew everywhere, blowing Yue Lin's coat into swelling.

The old man was slightly wrong and walked towards Yue Lin with a strange and mysterious small step.

boom!

The two of them crashed into the compartment inside the hall.

A faint red flame rose, facing the green breath that rushed towards him.

Yue Lin and the old guard fought again. The force from the ordinary swords from the other party was strange and amazing. The vitality of the force was constantly eroding Yue Lin's Fire Art, which was difficult to resist.

"Who are you mastering?" After the strike, the old guard stopped, put his hands behind him, and asked Yue Lin.

Yue Lin shook his injured arm, smiled coldly but did not answer.

Seeing this, the old man frowned and said gloomy: "I just don't want to accidentally kill a junior of an old friend, so as not to be unfair to see him in the future. But since you are so ignorant, you won't have so much care!"

Before the old man finished speaking, he slashed down with great force.

The two figures were about to part with each other. Yue Lin was swept to the side by the old man and put on a pillar before stopping his retreat.

"Hmph! It's vulnerable, and you dare to be arrogant in front of me!"

The old man glanced at Yue Lin with disdain, raised the ordinary long sword in his hand again, and walked slowly towards Yue Lin.

The guards brought by Zhou Ting in the business hall looked at each other. No one knew where the old guard came from. They only knew that they suddenly joined the team before this tour. They secretly bullied him along the way. The old guard smiled and did not resist at all.

But now he suddenly burst out with extremely strong strength, which really scared the guards whose eyes were on their foreheads, especially the two who often spoke rude to him, and they were sweating down in a flash.

Xu Qingmu's eyes were full of bright colors. He seemed to see something from the brief encounter between the old guard and Yue Lin just now, and his eyes were full of heat when he looked at the old guard.

Turning his eyes away from the old guard, Xu Qingmu looked at Yue Lin again and smiled contemptuously without any concealment. Although things were ups and downs, it was now settled, and Yue Lin could not escape the ending of death.

This ending is the best result for him.

Fan Zimo opened his mouth slightly and didn't react for a while. She vaguely had an impression of this old guard. She was just a timid old good man, but who could have thought that he was so powerful?

Is this an old monster who is playing games is having fun?

The old man walked towards Yue Lin step by step with his hands behind his back. Every time he took a step, his momentum was rising, like a sledgehammer hitting the hearts of everyone watching the game. Even his slightly hunched back became tall and powerful.

"It's really... interesting!"

A low laughter sounded from Yue Lin's lowered head, with a great sense of excitement.

"Li Xing searched for them for many years but could not find them. I met one so quickly."
Chapter completed!