Tomb Raiders: Begin As a Little Brother

　　The shaking of the ground intensified again, as if aftershocks had occurred.

　　"Haha, come out, after thousands of years, I can finally see the light of day again, hahaha!"

　　The sound of a rough mine resounded throughout the ninth floor.

　　At this moment, the world was completely dark, and the blackness was so ghostly that Zhang Lin could not help frowning like a wind knife.

　　In the black, a touch of red is extremely dazzling, making the surrounding black become mysterious and mysterious.

　　Look closely, in the red, there seems to be a figure standing upright, with boundless domineering and invincibility on his face.

　　Zhang Lin just glanced at him and felt that there was boundless murderous aura coming from him!

　　"Wang Mang?!"

　　Zhang Lin frowned, with a strange anger in his expression.

　　Although he was shaken by the black shock, there was no fear in his heart.

　　Hei Ying seemed to have heard Zhang Lin's words, so he could not help but pause and look at Zhang Lin.

　　"Ah? Mister?" Wang Mang's words contained a trace of unease and tension, "No, you are not Mister!"

　　Wang Mang seemed to be provoked by Zhang Lin, and shouted up to the sky: "You dare to pretend to be a gentleman to threaten me, you deserve to die! And those mice who are hiding in the dark, show up! Let me kill you!"

　　Wang Mang roared loudly, with a sound like thunder!

　　A layer of faint red appeared on Zhang Lin's body, lingering around his body.

　　That is the power of the Qilin bloodline!

　　Divine Land, thousands of years of complicated history, how many warriors and how many overlords?

　　Not many can be remembered, but Wang Mang and Cao Cao are representatives of them.

　　Wang Mang, later generations call him a transmigrator, because many of his actions seem to have obvious traces of later generations.

　　He is obsessed with retro, and wants to build a world of Datong with the Western Zhou Dynasty more than a thousand years ago (bedh) as a benchmark.

　　He carried out radical social reforms, and what he did was almost a replica of some reforms more than two thousand years later.

　　Even the last madman put the entire country and society into repeated turmoil.

　　When he was humble for Han Chen, he played a bad hand to the gorgeous effect of Wang Zhuang; but in the later stage, he seemed to be too impatient and ruined everything he had done before!

　　"Who are you? Why do you have this kind of aura? You are not him, but why do you have his aura?!" Wang Mang shouted loudly.

　　Zhang Lin's heart moved: Is there any connection between Wang Mang and Zhang Qiling?

　　"Humph, I am me!" Zhang Lin said coldly.

　　"No, you are not a gentleman, you are impersonating! I will kill you!" Wang Mang seemed to be furious because of his nervousness and fear.

　　On the eighth floor, Fatty Wang and Huba listened to one side and said, "Why is the wind blowing below?"

　　But other than that, there is no particular sound.

　　Everyone began to study Uncle Ming's map again.

　　ninth floor.

　　The angry Wang Mang opened his mouth wide, and Yingwu's face suddenly turned into a wolf's head, very cruel.

　　"Hmph, good people don't do it, they become animals!" Zhang Lin said coldly.

　　"Yi, what do you know? I will do anything for the sake of Mr.!" Wang Mang shouted loudly.

　　At this time, Wang Mang was arrogant and domineering, and it seemed that no one could threaten or suppress him except the husband he said.

　　Neither do the emperors of the Han family.

　　Sure enough, after proclaiming emperor, Wang Mang was no longer humble.

　　"Are you capable of that? Hmph, I stole something from Mr., and I'll take it back for him!" With that, Wang Mang raised the great sword in his hand and slashed it heavily.

　　Zhang Lin's eyes narrowed, and he actually saw a half-moon-shaped sword qi composed of wind emerging from the sword and coming straight towards him.

　　He believed that if he was hit by this sword energy, he would definitely end up in a bloody mess!

　　Zhang Lin raised the divine sword in his hand, jumped up, and stabbed Wang Mang in the air.

　　The divine sword in Zhang Lin's hand emitted a dazzling red light.

　　That red light was not as awe-inspiring as Wang Mang's sword, but it had an indomitable arrogance.

　　That red light and Wang Mang's sword qi met, like a sharp blade pierced into the tofu, instantly breaking Wang Mang's sword qi.

　　"how is this possible?!"

　　Wang Mang roared.

　　He was crushed to the ground!

　　Zhang Lin's sword qi made his imperial domineering arrogance inferior.

　　Wang Mang was pinned to the ground, and a roar sounded in his throat, but the red light suppressed him.

　　Zhang Lin said coldly, "Who is the gentleman you're talking about? Do you know Zhang Qiling?"

　　At this moment, Zhan Lu's red sword light was washed away by the black ghost energy, and a figure rushed out of the sword light.

　　"Haha, if you have such strength, you still want to suppress me? Get out!".

Chapter 437

　　 Four Elephants Warrior King

　　Zhang Lin's Qilin Sword Qi did not suppress Wang Mang.

　　But it's reasonable to think about it, after all, the opponent is a generation of heroes!

　　But then think about it, who can let this generation of heroes guard?

　　Was Wang Mang a transmigrator?

　　This is what Zhang Lin wants to figure out.

　　Wang Mang shot a powerful sword qi into the sky, smashing Zhang Lin's unicorn sword qi.

　　Zhang Lin snorted coldly, the divine sword in his hand changed, and he drew a huge "x" to cover Wang Mang!

　　Strange to say, facing a person like Wang Mang, Zhang Lin did not feel the slightest pressure, and even had a faint feeling of being superior.

　　"Small worm-carving trick!" Wang Mang said disdainfully when he saw Zhang Lin's sword energy.

　　But after the two sword qi collided, a galloping tiger was formed!

　　There was also a thunderous roar of a tiger!

　　"Huh, tiger? It looks like a cat to me!"

　　Wang Mang swung a sword at Zhang Lin, and the huge sword energy fell, cutting deep marks on the ground.

　　Zhang Lin frowned, he didn't want to cause an avalanche because of the fight between the two.

　　But in this case, he needs to meet every attack from Wang Mang!

　　Zhang Lin swung out the white tiger sword qi with one sword, and then another sword qi was like a shock, heading towards Wang Mang!

　　"The power of the blue dragon, break it!"

　　At this moment, there seems to be a roaring cyan dragon behind him!

　　"It's interesting!" Wang Mang's expression was a little positive at this time, and he couldn't help sighing, "You can actually control the power of the dual spirits! You are not bad!"

　　However, what the air said, Wang Mang could not stop.

　　The two launched a fierce confrontation on the ninth floor.

　　Wang Mang shot without any scruples, and Zhang Lin had to block his sword qi from all around when he attacked.

　　The two people on the battlefield exuded a strong murderous aura.

　　One is the emperor of the human king a thousand years ago, and the other is a person with the mysterious Qilin bloodline.

　　After a stalemate for a while, Wang Mang gained the upper hand. He deliberately sold a flaw, led Zhang Lin to attack, then knocked open Zhan Lu, grabbed Zhang Lin, lifted him high, and threw him out, then Several sword qi swung out and hit Zhang Lin's body.

　　Zhang Lin was hit by the sword qi, and he was knocked out of the air and landed on the ground, spitting blood, and the murderous aura on his body was scattered!

　　This is the first time that Zhang Lin has been seriously injured since he entered the world of tomb robbers!

　　Hehe, Wang Mang, it's really unusual!

　　"Comparing with me? Overkill!"

　　Wang Mang seemed very dissatisfied with Zhang Lin and himself fighting recklessly.

　　Zhang Lin smiled.

　　He suddenly had a feeling in his heart, a long-lost feeling of fighting for strength and victory.

　　Zhang Qiling in the tomb robbery world has no rivals in his life. The reason why he travels through various scenes is to find his own memories and secrets.

　　Today, there is no memory problem in Zhang Lin's body, but there has never been a failure.

　　Now, he has been seriously injured!

　　I don't know if it's Zhang Qiling's reason, or Zhang Lin's own emotions, in short, he is actually a little excited now!

　　Wang Mang's aura was astonishing, and even the celestial phenomena were changing!

　　There seems to be a tornado-like pressure in this closed tomb.

　　Zhang Lin stood up, his face indifferent.

　　"Okay, you can still not fall, you are very good!" Wang Mang said loudly.

　　"Humph!" Zhang Lin smiled coldly.

　　The divine sword in his hand stabbed out one after another, and the white tiger and blue dragon phantoms flew out.

　　"That's it? It's far from enough!" Wang Mang said, but before he finished speaking, another light and shadow flew out from Zhang Lin's sword.

　　"What?!" Wang Mang was taken aback.