Chapter 2561 Don't kill He Jiarong, I can't rest my eyes
Junior uncle?!
Lin Yu couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this title, and said in a deep voice, "You are indeed the descendants of Lingbao Sect!"
It can be judged from the names that these people and the commoner man all came from the same school, and the commoner man was one level higher in seniority.
Lin Yu couldn't help but secretly marvel. He didn't expect that Lingbao Sect, a sect that had declined for so many years, would have so many descendants.
The two companions of the common man had stern expressions and did not answer Lin Yu. One of them held the limp common man and kept asking in a low voice.
The other person stared at Lin Yu eagerly, ready to receive Lin Yu's attack at any time.
However, Lin Yu just looked at them indifferently for a while, then suddenly turned around and rushed towards the other six people who were fighting with Kui Mulang, Yun Zhou and Yanzi.
Because Lin Yu had already seen that with the abilities of the common man's two accomplices, it was impossible to heal the common man's injuries.
So he can feel free to help Kuimulang and the others.
While Lin Yu rushed towards the people in front, he glanced at the concrete floor that had just been trampled by the common man's Bone Exploding Kung Fu. Suddenly he had an idea, his steps sank, and his feet moved forward while sweeping the broken ground.
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In an instant, the loose cement gravel on the ground was shot at the crowd on the opposite side like a hail of arrows. The six descendants of Lingbao Sect standing on the outside were the first to bear the brunt.
Hearing the sharp sound of piercing the sky coming from behind, the expressions of the six descendants of the Lingbao Sect changed, and they hurriedly stopped their attacks. They all turned around and looked back. When they saw the overwhelming rubble coming from the sky, they were frightened and hurriedly
Dodge and dodge, and at the same time keep using the short knife in your hand to block.
However, there were too many rubbles and the area from which they were thrown was so large that they could not completely avoid it. Many rubbles hit them with a "puff", causing them to gasp in pain.
Kui Mulang, Yanzi and Yunzhou were originally overwhelmed by the airtight offensive of these nine people. Unexpectedly, as soon as Lin Yu took action, all the pressure dissipated instantly.
At this time, the three of them also noticed the clothed man lying limp on the ground in the distance, and they all looked refreshed and were greatly surprised.
"The sect leader actually got rid of that kid!"
Kui Mulang said happily, "It seems that we have found the right cover for him!"
"There is no need to keep the remaining ones, we must fight quickly!"
Yanzi's face turned cold, then he shook the black silk in his hand and rushed towards the six descendants of Lingbao Sect in front of him.
Kui Mulang and Yun Zhou also followed immediately.
They have been delayed for a lot of time by the common man and others, and they must resolve the battle as soon as possible, otherwise they don't know what will happen. After all, there are other enemies upstairs.
Lin Yu also quickly rushed towards these six people, and the group of people fought again.
With the addition of Lin Yu this time, the entire situation immediately turned around, almost becoming one-sided. The six members of the Lingbao Sect were forced to retreat continuously, and everyone was stained.
However, there was no trace of fear on the faces of the six of them, and they kept fighting to the death.
At this time, the two descendants of Lingbaomen who were protecting the common man in the distance looked solemn and anxious when they saw this scene. They wanted to rush forward to help their companions, but they did not dare to leave without permission, for fear that Lin Yu and others would
It would be detrimental to their junior uncle to withdraw.
"Don't worry about me...never mind me..."
The clothed man collapsed on the ground and said in a weak voice, "It's important to get rid of He... He Jiarong... Go help him... them..."
"Uncle Junior, we can't leave you behind!"
Two descendants of the Lingbao Sect said anxiously.
"This is a fate...order!"
The clothed man gritted his teeth and said, "If I can't kill He Jiarong... I will die... and I won't die in peace..."
The two descendants of the Lingbao Sect looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and nodded.
Then they helped the clothed man's body and slowly lowered it, letting him lean against a pillar nearby.
Then the two of them quickly stood up and rushed towards the crowd.
"Wait...wait..."
The commoner man seemed to suddenly think of something, and called them again, saying in a weak voice, "Although you have the advantage in numbers...but...you are no match for He Jiarong and the others...tell them to withdraw...withdraw...just press here."
Just do what your fifth uncle taught you before..."
The two men looked cold, then nodded solemnly and said, "Yes!"