After about two cups of tea, Lin Renjie returned and spoke to Lin Zhao: "Let's go to the main hall, where will everyone sit and rest tonight!"

Lin Zhao didn't say much, but got up and took out the python tendon from his backpack. When he shook his wrist, the python tendons immediately wrapped around his waist like a spiritual snake.

This python, more than 40 meters long, has been carrying this python with you since Lin Zhao found that it could transmit the internal true qi without any damage. Once, when he was idle, he used it to practice the control of the internal true qi. However, after a few days, he felt that it had become thinner and the length had become a little shorter. Lin Zhao suddenly became interested. Whenever he had free time, he infused the internal true qi into it. Now the length has been shortened by ** meters, and it has also become thinner. Now it is only the thickness of a rolling pin, but it looks more crystal clear and more flexible.

The uncle and nephew arrived at the main hall and saw that seven or eight people had already sat down. The servant was serving tea and melon seeds and other snacks. Lin Zhao looked at her calmly, thinking that she was going to hold a tea party?

Then he found a chair in the back row to sit down, then closed his eyes and said nothing. There were waves of discussion in his ears. The sound of the head of the chief of the head sounded for a while. After the arrangement was made, it was mainly for precautions tonight. If the thief dared to come, he would definitely make it difficult to fly.

The hall was filled with chaos, with a bold voice laughing, and there were also people who were like gold and stone, patting their chests with confidence, and trying to get the evil spirits of the "Red Lotus Sect" to give their heads. Everyone was relaxed and seemed to have turned over the "Red Lotus Sect" and achieved great victory. The atmosphere in the hall became warm and reached the highest level, and some masters seemed to have reached the peak of their lives.

Lin Zhao ignored everything, closed his eyes and breathed, and his mind was like a quiet lake under the moon without any ripples.

About half an hour passed, Cheng Yingyu said, "Thank you all, but during the secret period, let's wait quietly and extinguish the lights and candles!" Then everyone agreed, the candles were gone, and the hall fell into darkness.

Most people are regulating their breath with peace of mind, while some people are whispering, panting, and seemingly unable to remain quiet. Time passes quietly while waiting.

Lin Zhao did not practice the internal energy, but just kept his mind calmly and the spiritual platform was clear and clear. I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly my mind felt something. I opened my eyes and seemed to flash in the dark hall. It was the state that appeared after the internal energy practiced to a certain level, called: The empty room was born in white.

The mansion outside seemed peaceful, Lin Zhao listened with breath. After about a minute, he heard a sound of breaking through the air in his sensitive ears. Lin Zhao sighed in his heart, and he was indeed guessed by himself. The "Red Lotus Sect" came to the door on his own initiative.

At this time, people also began to open their eyes in the hall, including Cheng Yingyu in the upper head, Lin Renjie in the lower head, Xuyang Zhenren, Zen Master Huiming, Gui Renxiang, Wuchuan North, Mr. Weiyuan, the owner of the tower of Weiyuan Tower, and the short "Shengmen God" and other masters were all aware of it.

Everyone sat quietly and remained silent. After a while, the masters in the hall finished adjusting their breathing and woke up.

"Thief attacks, shoot arrows!" A shout suddenly came from the quiet night sky outside the courtyard, and then the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded.

Cheng Yingyu took the lead and stepped out of the hall door first. A group of masters also came out one after another. Lin Zhao approached Lin Renjie and followed silently.

Everyone came to the courtyard. With the dim lanterns, Lin Zhao saw men in black dodging arrows on the surrounding roofs.

"Prepare the light!" Cheng Yingyu shouted violently.

In response, torches and braziers lit up in all corners of the courtyard, and the yard was as bright as day. Lin Zhao saw a large number of "Red Lotus Sect" masters wearing black clothes and masks jumping and moving, some rushed towards the crossbowmen, and some rushed to the houses in the courtyard. Most of them were under the command of a tall leader who stood on the roof of the east wing with a sword, and directly rushed towards the masters in the courtyard.

Before he could get close to him, in the crowd of black, a master who was good at using hidden weapons sprinkled a wide range of bull hair needles and covered Lin Zhao's masters.

"You dare to show off your ugly skills." As the words fell, a middle-aged man in a green robe and majestic face took two steps, and his hands were drawn in half circles. His majestic true energy was like the waves of the sea, and he directly wrapped the cow hair needles in the sky in the air. Then he shouted "Go", and the true energy burst out, and the cow hair needles in the air shot away in the opposite direction to the men in black. This person was the owner of the Weiyuan Tower, the famous "Mr. Weiyuan".

"Ah, ah, ah!" Several people in black fell to the ground, some cursed, and some shouted to get the antidote. Obviously, the ox hair needle contained a very poison, and this time it was a chicken that could not be stolen, but Mr. Weiyuan countered it.

Someone on Lin Zhao's side laughed and shouted: "Mr. Weiyuan is indeed well-known!"

Cheng Yingyu suddenly jumped up, soaring up like a condor eagle, gently landing on the roof of the house.

"The crossbow team retreated; Group A stepped forward to meet the enemy; Group B cleaned up the thieves around the house; Group C rescued the wounded; Group D was on standby. Please help all the experts to solve the thieves in front of you and leave no living!"

In the courtyard, they each found each other to fight each other, and the weapons were fighting, and the sound of calling out loud was endless. From time to time, people in black flipped over the courtyard wall, and they came to kill continuously.

Lin Zhao casually found a man in black who used a knife. He stepped forward like a ghost, and punched him silently. The man in black who could not react at all. The man in black who used a knife could not react at all. Then the bones cracked and cracked in his chest and then the sound of bones cracking and cracking, and the internal organs were shaken into pieces. The plasma flowed out from the seven orifices like a tide, and his body was like a boiled noodles, falling softly to the ground.

He curled his lips and seemed to be a miscellaneous fish. Then he looked at Lin Renjie and saw that he was fighting with a master of swordsmanship. Lin Renjie's fist was fierce and the strong wind was turbulent. The oppressed opponent had only the ability to resist.

Lin Zhao turned his gaze to the battle of everyone in the courtyard.

The sword of Xuyang Zhenren is like a cold wave, and the sword light is bright and unstable. It constantly attacks the opponent while swallowing and spitting. However, there is a congenital master who cuts, chops, cuts, cuts, and cuts the sword, and makes it as good as the sword energy, and the moves are wide open and closes, which is comparable to the battle between Xuyang Zhenren.

The opponent of Zen Master Huiming used a lock gun. The old Zen master danced like a disc in his hand, blocking the opponent's elusive lock gun from time to time. The Zen Staff full of internal true energy made a burst of explosions in the oppressed air, but the opponent could not win in a short time if he didn't fight head-on.

The most intense battle was Gui Renxiang and a tall man in black. Both of them used long swords. Gui Renxiang's sword technique was rigorous in the offense and defense, just like the rules of heaven and earth, making the opponent unable to cross the slightest. The inner energy was covered with the sword body, and under the lights, it emitted a series of cold lights. The tall man in black was specializing in sword technique. When he started, the fast sword was like the wind, and he could not see the sword body at all. The sword move was even more sinister, and he looked for the opponent's face, heart, and under the yin, which made people feel trembling when they were watching!

Lin Zhao no longer looked at it. He jumped and looked like a phantom, and was like a dragon, killing towards more and more people in black.

The innate true energy moves, and the body movement contained in the "Jianghai Wuliang Fist" wanders around. Throughout, no one can catch the power of a punch. Whether the opponent uses swords or other weapons, Lin Zhao goes straight to the central palace, slaps the weapon that comes from the stabbing with one palm, and then his body movement is like lightning, approaching the front and punching out. Until now, no one can block a punch, and his muscles and bones are broken, and his internal organs are broken.

Lin Zhao was like the wind and killed seven or eight people in a row. Seeing Lin Zhao so terrible, the people around him wanted to avoid it. But compared to Lin Zhao's speed of movement, how could they escape?

The man in black-clothed with swords on the roof of the east wing house was furious when he saw this. His body was like a meteor breaking through the sky. His body and swords merged into one and stabbed Lin Zhao in the air.

Lin Zhao felt his spirit locked. This sword like a flying immortal from the sky made him unable to avoid it and nowhere to hide it. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he felt joy in his heart. Now that he practiced martial arts, whether he went to Tianqing Mountain to experience it or tonight's fight, he had never encountered a master who could really let go of his hands and feet. He seemed to be a master in front of him, and he just let go of his restraints and fought with all his strength.

Lin Zhao paused and posed in a fist. The tall man in black in the air suddenly felt that the man with deep eyes in front of him disappeared within his control, and the sword technique could not lock the other party. For a moment, the true energy was a little disordered, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart and wanted to vomit blood.

The boxing style that Lin Zhao just made was exactly the "Nine Abyss Style" in "Jianghai Wuliang Fist", which means "those who are good at guarding hide under the Nine Abyss", and itself also represents the meaning of dormant and accumulation.

Without waiting for the tall man in black to stab him, Lin Zhao directly tapped the ground with his toes, and his body slashed across the sky like a flying crane to face his opponent. When the two figures met, Lin Zhao just overwhelmed the opponent. The true energy flowed, his body fell rapidly, and his right foot stepped down like a meteorite. It was the "meteorite style" in the "Jianghai Wuliang Fist".

This kick seemed neither fast nor slow, but the air around it seemed to solidify. It was neither too early nor too late, and it happened to step on the "Dazhui point" position of the tall black-clad leader. The black-clad leader only felt a ray of true energy like a spike in the "Dazhui point" on his back, completely fixed the "Dazhui point", causing him to completely paralyze in the air, and his body involuntarily fell to the ground.

Lin Zhao's right foot was close to the spine of the leader in black and landed on the ground at the same time. With a crisp "crack" sound, the leader in black and his spine was crushed and paralyzed on the ground, making a miserable cry. Lin Zhao reached out and grabbed the leader in black and swung it towards the hall, and just landed at the entrance of the main hall.

Many people in black-clad "Red Lotus Sect" saw that the leader was being disciplined, and they were in chaos in a while. Lin Zhao's innate masters seized the opportunity and killed seven or eight in an instant.

At this time, Cheng Yingyu shouted: "Absorbed by the military formation, don't escape one!" After that, he jumped and joined the encirclement and suppression group.

Lin Zhao let go of his fists and shot with all his strength. He heard only the sound of boxing. A large number of men in black fell to the ground and died once they hit the fist.

The master in the courtyard looked at Lin Zhao's figure like the wind. Along the way, no one could block a punch, killing the big killing. The exquisiteness of boxing, the fierce force of boxing, and the fierceness of killing, were all the eyelids twitching. Lin Chong, from the Shuiyuan Lin family, had never heard of this before, how could he be so terrible!

It is precisely: the evil evil attacked at night to show off his power, and his boxing skills began to show invincibility!
Chapter completed!