Super Martial God

"Go back!"

Lin Mu held a tree nearby, his arms trembling and shouted angrily.

In this life, I don't know how many life and death experiences, how could he be caught without a hand, so let the bloody ghost residual sword control himself.

But xuesha Canjian has been waiting for more than 900 years. It is not easy to get out of trouble until today. How can he miss this opportunity.

Although Lin Mu has not become his sword slave for the time being, he is confident that such a young boy born in a backward martial arts civilization will not be able to get rid of his control in the end.

The blood evil spirit was rolling like smoke, and it was sweeping wildly in Lin Mu's mind with the trend of dark clouds pressing the city.

Negative scenes, ridiculed, abused, chased and killed, as well as the death of seven elders, constantly reverberate in Lin Mu's heart.

"Kill, kill those who humiliate me, kill those who threaten me, kill those who disturb me, kill those who hinder me, kill those who are dark and yellow in heaven and earth, eight wastelands and six harmonies, all of whom can not be killed!"

This will is awe inspiring, but it is not the hysterical roar, but the sound of the road like morning bells and evening drums.

Lin Mu's mind trembled violently, and the meaning of blood red in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the meaning of ruthless killing became colder and colder.

"Get out, get back."

But Lin Mu's will is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Ruthless killing is not his martial arts. He has his own bottom line.

That silk was not inferior to the soul power of the great martial arts teacher. It roared in the sea of knowledge and pushed back the blood and evil spirit in the sky.

However, every counterattack caused him great pain.

A trace of dark red blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the color in his pupils also changed constantly.

Deep in the pupil, there was a touch of black, struggling to get out, but every time it was pressed back by the blood color again.

The will of Lin Mu and the will of the blood devil were so deadlocked.

"Get out of here first."

The last reason in my mind told Lin Mu not to stay here for a long time.

The huge news before can't be concealed from others. Maybe it won't take long for others to come.

At that time, it will be a big trouble for others to know that he got the bloody remnant sword.

Staggering, Lin Mu had no specific purpose, but randomly found a direction away from Niutou peak.

But about ten minutes later, his steps suddenly stopped, his blood red eyes looked coldly at the woods ahead.

In the woods.

A group of fierce fighters surrounded a young man with small eyes in the middle.

"Are you Qin Feng?"

In the middle, a young man in silver robes led by the.

Little eyed boy, it's Qin Feng.

Before, on Niutou peak, he was with Lin Mu.

But later, he found the Lingshi mine. The situation was chaotic. He knew he was not strong enough. He left after getting some Lingshi.

At this time, he still stayed in wangniu mountain because he was worried about Lin Mu and wanted to see Lin Mu come out safely and go back.

Unexpectedly, if you wait well opposite Niutou peak, you will be surrounded by a group of strong fighters.

"You... Are you from the iron fist club?"

Qin Feng trembled.

Now his cultivation is only a third-order martial artist. Where is the opponent of these iron fist martial artists in front of him.

Especially behind the young man in silver robe, there was a middle-aged martial artist. In his perception, the middle-aged man was unfathomable and probably a strong martial artist.

The silver robed youth who was the head of the iron fist Club listened, and a cold smile appeared on his mouth: "yes, we have already found out that you are one of Lin Mu's few friends in the Seven Star College. Do you honestly explain Lin Mu's secret, or do we let you say it?"

"Brother Lin's secret?"

Qin Feng was dazed. "What's brother Lin's secret?"

"Dare you pretend?"

A disciple of the iron fist club came forward and kicked Qin Feng to the ground. "Don't tell us that you don't know Lin Mu's mastery of different fire?"

When it comes to the word "different fire", the eyes of the iron fist congregation are flashing hot light.

They came to catch Qin Feng and wanted to torture the secret of different fire about Lin Mu through Qin Feng.

It is said that the most common strange fire is no less valuable than the top-grade spirit weapon.

The top-grade spirit weapon, which is enough to impress Wuzong, how can they not be moved.

Therefore, even if Lin Mu shows his strong strength in the underground cave of niutoufeng, he can't stop the coveted hearts of major forces, and the iron fist club is no exception.

"Brothers, I really don't know."

Qin Feng painfully covered his stomach and looked at them and said, "brother Lin, do you really master the different fire?"

"It's quite similar. I'd like to see if it's your friend's secret or your own life that matters in your eyes."

The young man in silver robe smiled grimly, "if Lin Mu didn't master the strange things of heaven and earth such as strange fire, he still wants to compete with the martial arts teacher?"

"But... But I really don't know anything about it."

Qin Feng trembled.

"Die."

A cold light appeared on the face of the young man in silver robe, who seemed to have lost his patience.

Seeing the middle-aged warrior behind him, he immediately stepped forward and said in a low voice: "young master Yin, Lin Mu may not tell this boy about things like strange fire. After all, even his own brothers may turn against this baby."

"You have a point."

The young man in the silver robe frowned, but then looked at Qin Feng's eyes, and the chill increased instead of decreasing. He sneered, "now I ask you for the last time. You say you don't know where Lin Mu likes to go and the walking route. You should always know?"

"My Lord, although I am Lin Mu's friend, he is a genius. I'm just a nobody. How can I know where he likes to go?"

Qin Feng said bitterly.

Lin Mu often goes somewhere and seldom conceals his relationship with Fang Chengye. In fact, even if he doesn't dare to say that he knows everything, he also knows that there are several important places.

However, these people of the iron fist Club obviously have bad intentions. When they inquire about Lin Mu's route, they mostly want to ambush Lin Mu. Naturally, Qin Feng can't tell them.

"Don't know?"

The young man in silver robe had a dangerous look on his face and snapped, "hit me until he says."

Several disciples of the iron fist Club immediately rushed forward and punched and kicked Qin Feng without leaving their hands.

After half a cup of tea Kung Fu, the leader waved his hand, and the disciples of the iron fist Association stopped immediately.

"I don't know yet?"

The young man in silver looked down at Qin Feng coldly.

At this time, Qin Feng was black and blue and bruised, but he still clenched his teeth and said, "I don't know."

"OK, OK."

The young man in silver was completely angry. "Come and chop the middle finger of his right hand."

Qin Feng's face was white and his eyes were obviously filled with fear.

But he still held back and refused to say half a word about Lin Mu.

The iron fist club didn't care about his fear. A disciple came to him with a sword and cut off Qin Feng's middle finger in his right hand.

However, as soon as the disciple's hand was raised to half, his body suddenly stiffened, and his sword couldn't even cut off half a point.

Not only he, but also everyone present, was equally cold.