The Scourge of Rebirth

Chapter 733 True and False

Under Zhikong's gaze, Yang Lin approached him step by step. People from both sides around him were fighting fiercely. The scene was extremely bloody. In addition, it was late at night, making this place extremely terrifying.

Zhikong secretly circulated his zhenqi, and he held the Jiedao tightly. When Yang Lin was only two meters away from him, Zhikong decided to strike first. His expression turned cold, and his old body burst out with powerful power. When he came to Yang Lin's back, the Jiedao in his hand drew a cold light, and chopped straight at Yang Lin's vest.

Yang Lin raised his sword-holding hand, and You Longjian blocked Zhikong's knife at a very tricky angle, then Yang Lin kicked out with a big kick, and greeted Zhikong.

Faced with Yang Lin's vicious kick, Zhikong's face turned cold, he did not dodge, and the five fingers of his left hand were grasped, and he ruthlessly grabbed the big foot that was kicked.

Zhikong's claw skill is sinister and vicious. It is not a Buddhist martial art at all, but a vicious kung fu belonging to the demonic way. Yang Lin did not expect to see such a move in Zhikong's place.

However, even though he was a little surprised, Yang Lin's reaction was not slow. He immediately withdrew his foot and let Zhikong grab the hole, then stretched out two fingers, and thrust hard into Zhikong's eyes.

Yang Lin is also really ruthless, even using such indecent moves, once Zhikong is really stabbed, his old eyes will never be kept, and he will become blind in minutes.

Zhikong almost cursed, even though he was scheming, he didn't expect Yang Lin to use insidious tricks one after another. In desperation, Zhikong finally stopped fighting recklessly, he used lightness kung fu, and retreated quickly.

And Yang Lin was waiting for this moment, just as Zhikong retreated, Yang Lin flicked his fingers repeatedly, and a full eight fingers shot out, quickly shooting towards the vital parts of Zhikong's body.

Zhikong's face changed slightly, he clenched the Jiedao tightly, and then danced vigorously. After hearing a few crisp sounds, the eight fingers were chopped off by Zhikong one by one, but before Zhikong had time to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes suddenly One flower, and then Yang Lin appeared without a sound, and the next moment, the torrential qi flew away, and a powerful Fuxi fist hit Zhikong head-on.

Yang Lin's series of attacks can be described as fast and precise, one ring after another, without giving the enemy the slightest time to breathe, if the reaction is a little slower, they will all be hit, Zhikong feels powerless now, facing As the Fuxi Fist was getting closer, Zhikong let out a loud shout, and then slapped out a Buddha palm with all his strength, and managed to resist the Fuxi Fist dangerously, but the powerful stamina was so strong that it directly struck Zhikong. Shocked, he stepped back step by step.

When he finally stopped his figure, Zhikong's throat was sweet, and he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, but he did not lose. Looking at Yang Lin.

Yang Lin naturally saw that Zhikong had been injured by himself, and immediately he showed a smile, looking very unbearable, after letting Zhikong see it, he wished to give him two slaps.

Zhikong said in a deep voice: "As expected of the fourth master of martial arts who is well-known in the world, the kung fu in his hands is really amazing, I admire you."

Yang Lin shook his head and said: "It's still not ready. If my skill could be stronger, you would definitely not be able to escape just now, and you would have turned into a corpse."

Zhikong said coldly: "I admit that your strength is indeed very strong, but if you want to kill me, you have to pay a lot of price. I have practiced Buddhism for decades, but I am not a vegetarian. My life is here , come and get it if you have the ability.”

Yang Lin looked at Zhikong with a half-smile, and said lightly: "You are speaking so righteously, I'm curious, are you really not afraid of death?"

Zhikong said: I am a human being, and all human beings are afraid of death, but even though I am afraid of death, if I can drag you to hell with me, the deal is very good, and death is worth it.

Yang Lin's expression was noncommittal, he didn't believe the other party's words, although the old monk Zhikong looked kind and friendly, but Yang Lin was keenly aware that the old guy's body was full of blood, and he knew that he had killed a lot of people at a glance People, ordinary villains don't have such strong blood as him, so it can be seen that Zhikong is definitely not a good man who sacrifices himself for others.

Yang Lin chuckled secretly, he thought it was quite interesting, and he met another hypocrite. Speaking of which, there were quite a few hypocrites who died at the hands of Yang Lin. When the time came, he became as timid as a mouse. In the face of death, all the disguises were seen through.

Yang Lin really wants to know, when Zhikong's death is imminent, what kind of face will he show? Will he be stubborn until the end, or will he kneel down and beg for mercy shamelessly, or will he bring trouble to the east and throw the enemy to The same door, so I can take the opportunity to escape.

With these thoughts in mind, gradually, Yang Lin's gaze became more and more wrong, which made Zhikong feel very uncomfortable, and he couldn't bear it.

Zhikong said coldly: "Yang Lin, what are you looking at? Are you planning some bad idea?"

Yang Lin smiled and said: "You misunderstood, I was just thinking about how miserable your death will be, and I sincerely hope that you don't ask for mercy before you die, so that I can also think highly of you."

Zhikong sneered and said: "Don't think you're sure of me, you'll know who wins and who loses like that, what skills you have, just let the horse come over, I'll follow."

After saying that, Zhikong raised his sword, as if ready to fight for his life.

Yang Lin smiled coldly, and he didn't intend to talk nonsense anymore, he bent slightly, and was about to kill Zhi Kong, but before Yang Lin could make a move, an extremely shrill cry sounded, this The voice was quite familiar, and Yang Lin had spoken to the other party not long ago.

Turning his head and looking around, he saw that not far from Yang Lin, Zhi Fan was covered in scars all over his body, and Xiong Hai and Niu Hong had killed more than half of his life. At this time, a machete hit Zhi Fan's thigh directly, killing him. One of his thighs was chopped off.

Zhifan, who lost a leg, naturally couldn't stand still, and fell directly to the ground, completely losing the ability to resist, and could only obediently wait to die.

Xiong Hai and Niu Hong didn't delay at all, they stepped forward quickly, ready to give Zhi Fan the final blow, and send the old monk to the underworld to report for duty.

Thief, stop now.

When Zhikong saw this scene, he was shocked and turned pale. He roared and wanted to rush over to support regardless.

But how could Yang Lin let him get what he wanted? He immediately set off to block Zhikong's loss, and said gloatingly, "Master, where are you going? Your opponent is me. Don't disturb other people's battles."

Now saving people is the most important thing, of course Zhikong will not talk nonsense with Yang Lin, he brandishes the Jie knife and slashes at Yang Lin angrily, but Yang Lin is naturally not to be outdone, and fights back with the Youlong sword in his hand, the two of you come and go The fight soon reached a fever pitch.

(End of this chapter)