Lin Qixiong was really smart. At first he thought it was the Zhu family and the Zhang family who were chasing after him. After thinking about it, he knew it must not be the case - if it was really the Zhu family and the Zhang family who were chasing after them, it would definitely be a large-scale pursuit, not an assassination.
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Then, Lin Qixiong remembered a person who had been forgotten by the Lin family since the melee began - the person who assassinated Lin Qiying's two sons.
The black shadow shuttled through the forest, like a ghost. Lin Qixiong stared at the figure, and his movement was a few points faster than the black shadow.
While chasing, Lin Qixiong was constantly annoyed. In order to make Zhuangzi more resistant, he further delayed the Zhu family and the Zhang family. There were not many eighth-level masters in the first place, and they all stayed - he also expected Lin Qiying to be the eighth-level master.
escaped under his protection.
Furthermore, in order to ensure the confidentiality of his escape, he did not bring other masters with him, and he did not have time to bring other masters with him, so as to avoid leaking the authentic information.
Who would have known that the ignored assassin would somehow sneak into the team - he was confident that the tunnel was very secretive, so he thought Zuo Wuzhou had sneaked into the team and passed through the tunnel.
The tunnel that I thought was safe was unexpectedly followed by someone. But they left in a hurry, and the people they took away were all the children of the Lin family. Except for him, who was of the eighth grade, and Lin Qihao, who was the seventh grade, the others were all below the sixth grade.
"If I had known better, I should have brought more experts with me!" Lin Qixiong knew that his annoyance was unfounded. This was a hasty escape, not a well-prepared escape.
Before leaving, it would be great to take away some few treasures from the Lin family's treasure house. Bring a few more seventh- and eighth-level masters - wouldn't they be interested in wealth?
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"Just killed the tenth and eleventh, and there are twenty-one more!"
Zuo Wuzhou shuttled through the jungle very quickly. Occasionally looking back, he saw Lin Qixiong getting closer and closer: "This Lin Qixiong is actually eighth grade, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with. Fortunately, I have some preparations. I don't know if Xiao Shisan is ready.
No."
Although he didn't know beforehand whether there were any eighth-grade masters in the Lin family team, but having received guidance from Sword Seven, he naturally knew to be more prepared and safe. Especially when he faced off against eighth-grade masters, he might not have much chance.
In fact, looking at the current situation, Zuo Wuzhou admitted that there is still some gap between him and the Eighth Grade in all aspects. Being able to fight against the Eighth Grade all depends on his little advantage - the advantage of instantaneous explosion of soul power.
He ran back and saw that Zuo Wuzhou's spiritual platform was completely empty: "If Little Thirteen is not ready yet, I have no choice but to force a fight."
"Not good!" Zuo Wuzhou heard the strong wind behind him and rolled away, avoiding the long knife shot by Lin Qixiong!
After knowing the direction, he climbed up the big tree, jumped into the air, grabbed a vine and threw it into the air: "We're almost there!"
The man was in mid-air, concentrating on watching Lin Qixiong, who was jumping up to catch up. When he reached the highest point, he was finally pulled downwards by gravity. At this moment, his central soul aperture heated up, and his soul power
Turning around, the long sword in the palm gathered enough momentum, and the sword was invincible and fierce, and Doutou slashed wildly: "Ouch!"
Its power is as if it can split a mountain into two pieces with one strike!
Like a sharp arrow piercing the air, Lin Qixiong came forward to attack him. When he saw Zuo Wuzhou Duotou taking advantage of the situation to swoop down and chop him down, he was shocked!
The two swords struck each other in the air, and Lin Qixiong and Zuo Wuzhou each groaned. The former fell to the ground, while the latter rebounded into the air. When he fell, he grabbed another vine and jumped away!
Lin Qixiong chased after him, shouting angrily: "Who are you and why are you struggling with our Lin family?"
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Xiao Shisan's heart and hands were all sweaty, and he quickly spread a thin layer of soil and grass on the ground.
The fights and scoldings were getting closer and closer. Little Thirteen became more and more nervous. He patted the ground a few times without wavering. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and clenched his fists: "Mom, dad, I'm here to avenge you."
Got it!"
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"You really want to know who I am?"
Zuo Wuzhou was speaking with anxiety in his heart. He jumped up in the air, looked around, and saw a quiet scene at the place he chose. He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems like it's done! That's the time to decide life and death."
Already."
He grabbed the vine and swung again, leaping into the air and moving slightly towards the predetermined spot. He consciously paused in mid-air for a moment, giving Lin Qixiong a chance to catch up.
Looking back at the position where Lin Qixiong soared into the sky, Zuo Wuzhou's eyes turned ruthless: "It's time!"
He sneered and shouted: "Listen carefully, my surname is Zuo and my first name is Wuzhou!"
He urged his transformed soul to leap forward, and attacked Lin Qixiong from a high place with boundless force. The soul orifice was so hot that 120% of his soul power surged out from the soul orifice without any reservation, and in an instant
Explode 120% of soul power!
The "Wishful Ring" once again formed an aura like the waves in the angry sea. The sword was shining brightly, and each sword was slashing and chopping at top speed.
Lin Qixiong was shocked when he heard this: "You are Zuo Wuzhou, you are only eighteen years old, how can you have a seventh-level cultivation level!" For a moment, Lin Qixiong felt infinite fear and shock, eighteen-year-old seventh-level cultivation! He has spent his whole life.
Never heard of it!
At this moment, he had no doubt that Zuo Wuzhou would have a great chance of becoming a Soul Martial Lord in the future! What would happen if he offended a Soul Martial Lord! He was sweating profusely, his face was pale green, and his murderous intention was as fierce as ever: "It must be killed.
Kill this young man, otherwise the Lin family will perish at the hands of this man in the future!"
All responses and thoughts are just a blink of an eye.
Just when his murderous intention was at its most intense, Zuo Wuzhou once again pounced with great force. Lin Qixiong frantically mobilized all his soul power and vowed to kill Zuo Wuzhou, and when he attacked, he saw a picture with Lin Qiying.
Almost 80% to 90% similar faces!
"It turns out that Zuo Wuzhou has another soul, and he sneaked into the villa in this way!" Lin Qixiong saw this face, even though he knew it was fake, he still couldn't help but trembled, and his hands relaxed a little.
He tried his best and used all his advantages to the fullest. Zuo Wuzhou finally gained a slight advantage and struck down like a meteor!
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"Ouch!"
Zuo Wuzhou is like the wind, but sharper and stronger than the wind. His unstoppable momentum rushes down with boundless power!
The two knives collided and were instantly broken into four pieces. The blade flew out and was firmly nailed into the tree!
The two fists were struck like ten thousand kilograms of copper hammers, and the banging and cracking sounds were endless! It was really amazing...
In a blink of an eye, the two shadows fighting finally broke apart. Zuo Wuzhou was stained with blood in the sky, vomited out blood, and fell to the ground. With a trace of soul power, he barely managed to hold on, and landed on the ground in the lightest way possible.
His face was still pale from the fall, and he was spitting out blood: "Sure enough, in an upright fight, there is still a gap between me and the eighth grade. Against the eighth grade, I can only face an enemy with one move."
Lin Qixiong felt better again. The power of the instantaneous explosion of soul power was really extraordinary. He spurted out blood and fell to the earth like a meteor.
Falling to the ground, the seemingly calm earth burst open the hole with a bang. Lin Qixiong couldn't help but fall into the densely packed sharp wooden cones in the hole. Even though he drained the last bit of soul power in desperation and jumped up, he still looked like
Zuo Wuzhou also only slowed down a bit, but still fell firmly on it.
Dozens of densely packed sharp wooden awls pierced his back. Lin Qixiong was in agony and howling wildly: "Zuo Wuzhou, if you dare to harm me, I swear to kill your whole family!"
At this moment, a knife suddenly reached out from the entrance of the cave and stabbed Lin Qixiong's body in a chaotic and random manner. Not only did he stab and chop in many places, he even cut off his bloody scalp.
piece.
Little Thirteen was crawling beside the hole full of pleasure and resentment, waving the knife vigorously and stabbing into the hole!
The happiest moment in his life was nothing more than this moment.
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"Fortunately, the internal organs were not injured." Zuo Wuzhou got up, his face covered with blood and it was extremely scary. He applied some medicine, and then orally took a few wound medicines collected from the blood fairy. He no longer felt that the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
Now, I feel a little more comfortable.
He took out the magic crystal again and sucked out the inexplicable energy inside. It circulated in the meridians and was converted into soul power and replenished into the middle soul orifice.
"It's really difficult to kill an eighth-grade person who doesn't take it lightly." Only then did Zuo Wuzhou realize how lucky and lucky he was to kill several eighth-grade people in the past.
Compared with a failed mistake, a successful mistake is more likely to kill someone. Zuo Wuzhou now has a deep understanding. His strength is still far behind the eighth-grade: "I am now stronger than the seventh-grade, and better than the eighth-grade."
Weak, I really can’t figure out what kind of strength this is.”