In the back alleys of Licheng, the sound of swords clashing can be heard endlessly.
On the shoulders of the scar-faced man stood a short, hunchbacked man. The short hunchback held two swords and danced so tightly that Lin Chuan could only fight with his knees bent.
The short hunchback suddenly jumped up high, and Scarface rolled backwards. A man in black behind him stepped forward to take Scarface's place, and the short hunchback landed firmly on his shoulders.
The four of them took turns to fight, but it was hard for them to defeat the four with their fists. Lin Chuan was retreating steadily, and there was not much spiritual power left in the Ling Xin. The spiritual power transformed by Ling Xin's tona spiritual energy could not be used at all. Lin Chuan was heartbroken.
As a plan, he raised his sword to make a white crane spread its wings. After repelling the opponent, he inserted the sword into the ground, made a seal with his hand, and muttered something on his lips.
The four nursing staff looked at it dumbfounded, thinking that this kid was trying to play another trick, but they didn't dare to step forward for a moment.
Lin Chuan pretended to perform the technique, but actually took the opportunity to restore his spiritual power and looked at the four people calmly.
"Mysterious! This kid is exhausted and is waiting for an opportunity to regain his spiritual power! Don't let him succeed!" Scarface said loudly, but he himself did not move at all.
The other three nursing homes stared blankly at the scarred man with blood still dripping from his face and said nothing. That clearly meant why didn't you come?
Scarface wiped the blood on his face, pointed at the blood on his chest and shouted at the three of them: "I'm already fucking injured, can you still let me rush in front? Come on! We'll wait for him to recover later.
All your work is in vain."
The three nursing homes hesitated, and Scarface said anxiously: "Ink stains! The ancestors are still waiting for a report! No one can be caught! All of us will die..." Finally, their eyes fell.
To my good brother, the short hunchback.
"I'll do it!" the short hunchback shouted violently, crossing his swords and rushing towards Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan remained motionless and raised the corners of his mouth, smiling sinisterly at the short hunchback.
The short hunchback was stared at by Lin Chuan, which made his back feel cold, and he felt a little frightened in his heart. However, as soon as he said the words, someone had already taken action, so how could he back down without being laughed at by those idiots in the future?
"Stop fucking pretending!" The short hunchback cut Lin Chuan's neck with his two knives like scissors. Lin Chuan still stood still, with a smile on his face. Just when the two knives were less than half a foot away from him, he hid them in his sleeves.
Zhong's hand suddenly shook slightly.
The short hunchback instantly caught the small movements of Lin Chuan's hands, and immediately retracted his two swords to block in front of him. He had seen Lin Chuan throwing golden light to poke the scarred face before, so he paid extra attention to Lin Chuan's every move, for fear that he would use a hidden weapon again.
Lin Chuan pointed his toes, bent forward and rushed towards the short hunchback. He flew up with his sword and kicked the double swords blocking his chest. The short hunchback was kicked back a few steps and collided with the three people behind him.
Lin Chuan raised his sword from the ground and struck the hunchback with the sword in one hand, while the other hand also reached out from the sleeves of his robe.
The hunchback was about to raise his sword to block the long sword, but he saw Lin Chuan's sleeves and robes stirring again. He couldn't help being shocked. Regardless of the distance between the three people behind him, he hurriedly retreated and huddled with the three people behind him.
Lin Chuan had been waiting for this opportunity. His heart skipped a beat and he attacked the three of them with his long sword indiscriminately. The best offense was defense.
Seeing Lin Chuan's desperate fighting style, the four of them were in a mess, without any structure at all. Their scarred faces were injured, and their spiritual power had been excessively depleted before. Now they were squeezed to the front by the other three, and they were groaning in their hearts.
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Just as he was about to raise his sword to attack Lin Chuan, Lin Chuan refused to dodge. The long sword plunged directly into the armpit of Scar Face's knife-raising arm, forcing Scar Face to retract the sword and defend himself.
Scarface turned out to be a ruthless person, and the power of the sword did not diminish. He grasped the blade with one hand and was bound to kill Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan turned sideways, holding the sword with both hands and violently turned it. Scarface's hand hurt, and his palm was full of flesh and blood.
Blurred, the force of the knife weakened instantly, and it struck Lin Chuan's shoulder. The knife that could have split half of Lin Chuan's body ended up getting stuck on the shoulder bone.
Lin Chuan clenched his teeth, and the huge pain on his shoulder almost made him faint. He poured all the spiritual power left in his soul into his arms, thrust forward suddenly, and sealed his throat with a sword.
Blood spurted out from the scarred man's mouth. A pair of bull's eyes stared at Lin Chuan unwillingly. He released the handle of the sword and slowly moved it towards the blade. Lin Chuan quickly pulled the sword back, and blood spattered on his face.
He stared at the other three people, his childishness was covered up in an instant, and was replaced by a bloodthirsty and ferocious aura.
The scar-faced man slowly lay down in a pool of blood. Lin Chuan looked at the other three nurses, who were so horrified that they didn't even dare to step forward for a while. But seeing Lin Chuan's trembling appearance, they refused.
After giving it up and leaving, the short hunchback was usually the best friend with Scarface. Now seeing Scarface's throat being sealed with a sword, he couldn't help but feel sad. Regardless of the feelings of the two people behind him, he picked up his two swords and slashed at Linchuan again.
Through several previous fights, Lin Chuan has figured out the abilities of the four of them. Scarface's cultivation level should be comparable to his own, and the other three are all at the beginning of the Yellow Spirit Realm. If it is one-on-one, Scarface and Lin Chuan will
The fight should be evenly matched, but Lin Chuan Sheng has an advantage in weapons. In terms of combat experience alone, Lin Chuan is no match for any of the four. He just relies on his courageous spirit and the narrow range.
The terrain has only supported it until now.
Lin Chuan's sword eyebrows were slightly raised, and the long green sword danced in the air. The blood was shaken off, and the air was filled with a thick smell of blood. Looking at the short hunchback charging towards him, Lin Chuan did not retreat but advanced, holding the sword in both hands.
Facing the opponent. It was the suicidal style of fighting just now. Without the blessing of spiritual power, Lin Chuan could only rely on the sharpness of the blue long sword. His speed and strength were greatly reduced. The short hunchback hit him twice, and Lin Chuan
Then I scratched him without any pain or itch.
The short hunchback's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he danced with his swords like a tiger. He thought in his heart that this guy is about to run out of gas, and the scar-faced brother hunchback will avenge you.
Suddenly, two figures behind him stepped on the wall, walked around the hunchback, and suddenly appeared in front of the short hunchback. They were the other two guards.
The two of them observed for a long time and confirmed that Lin Chuan was at the end of his strength. How could he not come to take the credit now? The two of them looked at each other, their eyes were self-evident, and then they suddenly rushed in front of the short hunchback.
"Brother hunchback, please step back and leave the rest to our brothers." A nurse said to the hunchbacked dwarf behind him.
"Don't worry! We will tell our ancestors the truth when the time comes, and we won't bury your achievements." Another nurse also agreed.
"You want to take my credit? What a dream! Get out of here, you two!" the short hunchback roared, his triangular eyes glaring angrily at their backs.
"I advise you not to be ungrateful. The two of us can silence you before killing him. The spiritual power in your body should be at its lowest point soon!" a black-clothed nurse threatened.
Just when Hunchback was fighting Lin Chuan, the two of them each took a drop of spiritual liquid, and their spiritual power was rapidly recovering.
"Bah! Shameless! It's a waste that I call you brothers on weekdays!" The hunchbacked dwarf spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and raised both swords to his chest.
"I treat you as a brother, so I advise you, otherwise I would have stabbed you in the back just now. I will give you another chance. Either leave! You will have a bowl of soup by then! Or stay in this alley like Scarface.
It's your choice whether you want to live or die!"
The short hunchback was furious, thinking that this was the credit he and the Scarface brothers had earned in exchange for their lives, how could they be robbed by these two soy-making people?
Lin Chuan looked at this dramatic scene and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Even before he died, he was treated like fish and put on the chopping board by several people.
Suddenly, Lin Chuan saw a small jade gourd rolling out of Scarface's sleeve robe. Lin Chuan naturally recognized this kind of jade vase. His half-brother Shen Tucun had held this kind of jade bottle when he was three years old.
The jade bottle was displayed in front of him. This kind of jade bottle was specially used to store spiritual pulp.