as expected.

As soon as Yang Lin rushed out of the peach blossom forest, he saw four men leaping and flying, holding weapons and killing each other.

The guards of Guiyun Village have retreated again and again, until they have retreated deep into the courtyard.

As for the Taihu heroes, there are only three village leader-level leaders left leading more than 300 people who are desperately resisting.

Looking from a distance, corpses were spread out on the ground.

"The loss is too great."

Yang Lin turned his eyes and stared at four big men with rough and ugly faces.

A man was holding a broad-backed sword, dancing like a windmill, and rushed over, causing a wave of blood along the way.

One person was holding a long spear with red tassels, and each shot opened a bloody hole. He was attacking and the leader of Hezhai retreated step by step, blocking with left and right.

One person held a huge ax as big as a door panel, opened and closed left and right, and kept advancing... Peng Zhai Leader and Dong Zhai Leader were trying their best to block it. The three of them were surrounded and fighting, and neither side could win quickly.

There is only one person, with a python whip in his hand like a poisonous dragon, sweeping away a large area, concentrating his strength into a gun, piercing people like paper...

Because several village leaders died on the Taihu tycoon side, for a while, there was no capable expert to stop him.

If he rushes too hard, he will appear defeated.

Therefore, on the battlefield, especially in the Ice Age, if a master takes the lead and cannot find a master of the same level to stop and restrain him, the battle will often become one-sided.

Of course Yang Lin knew this whip-wielding man.

in memory.

He was surrounded by four ugly men, and was whipped on the back by the soul-stealing whip Ma Qingxiong. His clothes and armor were shattered, and his eyes turned black on the spot, and blood spurted out wildly.

If several village leaders hadn't risked their lives to save him, he would have died in that battle long ago.

At this time, he saw this man murdering people like crazy and being unstoppable. He was an enemy and was extremely jealous.

Although it is not my own experience, now that I have taken over my body and the memories have been poured into my heart, I feel the same hatred.

At that moment, he raised his toes and picked up a steel knife from the ground. He leaned forward and dragged the knife forward quickly.

Look at Ma Qingxiong's python whip wrapped around the neck of a village man, and he is about to twist it harder.

He gathered his strength and energy and slashed out with lightning.

A crescent moon arc was drawn in the sky.

Hiss.

A crisp sound like cracking silk exploded in my ears.

Ma Qingxiong's body shook, and Bu Ding Bu Ba's standing body suddenly turned his head strangely.

Looking at Yang Lin, a trace of confusion and confusion flashed in his eyes.

Wow...

The long python whip in his hand was broken into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The body was cut into two pieces and separated from the forehead to the crotch.

The blood from the internal organs spilled all over the floor, and the stench rose to the sky.

"Third brother..."

Shen Qinggang, the soul-severing knife slashing like a whirlwind on the wheel of the knife wheel, was about to chop off the head of the leader of the village with one knife... From the corner of his eye, he saw Yang Lin slashing Ma Qingxiong with his knife.

At that moment, my heart was in great pain, and I roared angrily. I didn't even bother to assist the life-seeking gun in killing the leader of the village. I waved my broad-backed giant blade and rushed towards Yang Lin.

The four brothers became disciples of Sha Tongtian, the Dragon King of the Ghost Sect, when they were young.

He is both an apprentice and an adopted son.

Although, the master of the Dragon King of the Ghost Sect beat and scolded him at every turn, and his temper was terrifying.

And the four of them are also stupid, unable to learn very advanced martial arts and internal strength... However, after years of practice, they can still practice some hard skills, and ordinary men in the world are no match for them.

These four people are in the same situation and have similar temperaments.

Over the years, we have been together, drinking from a big bowl, eating meat from a big bowl, and we have been so happy.

Rather, they feel like brothers.

At this time, seeing the third child Ma Qingxiong die unexpectedly, Shen Qinggang's brain was burned out.

He didn't even bother to think about it, why was his third brother killed so easily?

The sword danced into a wind wheel and chopped down towards Yang Lin's head.

Yang Lin killed Ma Qingxiong with one blow. The green words in front of his eyes were like water. When he saw the words 20 floating in front of his eyes, he let out a bad breath in his heart.

As long as you can gain martial luck points, that's fine.

This proves that one's martial arts skills can earn enough promotion qualifications in this world, and the future is limitless.

Seeing Shen Qinggang rushing towards him, he was not angry but happy.

With the force of the sword, it turned into blossoming plum blossoms.

He caught Shen Qinggang's sword completely.

He discovered that his basic deadwood mental method was actually of little use at all.

And the same is naturally true of Shen Qinggang's shallow internal strength.

It cannot be directly compared with Sha Tongtian's powerful and hot internal power. He only relies on the weight of the weapon, as well as strength and speed to attack.

In this way, it is very similar to the powerful attack method of my own martial arts.

And this is my strength.

With the plum-blossom knife drawn and his wrist pulled, Yang Lin let out a light drink and blood flashed in his eyes.

The sword moved from slow to fast, and an afterimage flashed past, passing through the light of the wheel sword.

The sharp roar of the blade breaking through the wind was heard just now.

Before Shen Qinggang's roar stopped, his head was already rising into the sky with a stream of blood.

"The wind is tight and the wind blows."

Wu Qinglie, the life-chasing gun, shouted sharply, looked back with red eyes, and before Yang Lin continued to kill, he tilted his body upside down...

After a few ups and downs, we reached the horse and galloped away.

The moment before he left, Sangmen Ax Qian Qingjian was even more of a thief.

Without even a cry, he threw away the heavy ax in his hand and fled lightly.

At the sound of horse hooves, he actually escaped three minutes faster than Wu Qinglie.

Leave those golden soldiers alone.

Yang Lin slashed with his sword and killed three golden soldiers. As soon as he chased them to the gate of the manor, he could only see the two people's ponytails kicking up dust, turning around and disappearing.

"Good guy."

Yang Lin suddenly discovered.

These ancient people who looked like they should be stupid were actually not stupid at all. Instead, they were all extremely shrewd.

If you take advantage of someone at the first sight, they rush in like a swarm of people.

When he sees something bad, he rubs the soles of his feet with oil and runs away faster than a rabbit.

My own plum blossom steps are very fast.

Short sprints are even more erratic and are best suited for close combat.

However, compared to the qinggong in this world, it is still inferior by an unknown number of levels.

In fact, Yang Lin also practiced the internal force mind method and the dead wood breathing qigong.

However, his kung fu is a hard kung fu, and he has no special training method for light kung fu. His running skills are not as good as those of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River.

This is indeed a very depressing thing.

He was taught by an expert and practiced Qing Gong.

And he was just a registered lay disciple of Monk Kumu of Yunqi Temple in Lin'an Prefecture.

The master is neither brilliant nor will he give everything he has to teach.

After all, he is not a disciple of Buddhism and has not become a monk.

However, the Buddhist sect takes martial arts very seriously, and those who are tested here and there will never learn the true and unique skills within ten or twenty years.

…

He failed to kill all the four ghosts of the Yellow River, and his martial arts luck value was only 40 points, which was 20 points short of the requirement to upgrade to the master-level martial arts realm...

Yang Lin was sullen and had nowhere to vent, so he turned around and led the Taihu heroes and villagers to pursue the victory and kill all the remaining golden soldiers.

When everyone was cleaning up the battlefield and mourning their old friends, the real king of Yuyangzi jumped back after a few ups and downs.
To be continued...