In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The world is perishing, the wicked are everywhere

I wish to be a hero, not to waste my life

——Lin Xiaolu

Under the dark night and the blazing fire, the 16-year-old boy slaughtered the Japanese army in a whole city with a knife, and then he took advantage of the night to go to the next city without any intention of staying.

That night, the young man stepped on three cities, and over [-] souls were killed by the sword!

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The next day, when the sky was clear, above a certain city gate, a group of soldiers guarding the city were guarding against martial law.

Back in the front yesterday, the Japanese pirates, led by a team of monks from the foundation-building realm, conquered several cities, burned, killed, looted, and committed evil everywhere. They may hit this city at any time.

At present, most of the people in the city have fled, only some old and weak women and children are left. Due to physical reasons, they have not had time to escape. The soldiers stationed inside the city gate are guarding the city very nervously, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Time passed bit by bit, the scorching sun was in the sky, and a figure appeared indistinctly in the dense forest mountain road below the city.

The soldiers at the city gate immediately became nervous when they found out, and many of them immediately set up their bows and arrows.

"Who is coming! Leave quickly!"

Soon, a figure approached and appeared in everyone's sight. It was Lin Xiaolu who killed the whole night.

And when he appeared at this moment, the soldiers became even more nervous, and the bowstring of the archer was directly pulled into a full moon, as if he was about to fly out at any time.

It's no wonder they are so nervous, after all, Lin Xiaolu's current appearance is really scary.

Not to mention the blood stains all over his body, he was carrying a long knife, and dragged a Japanese Japanese pirate who had fainted, and dragged him towards the city gate step by step.

As for the blood stains on his body, Lin Xiaolu was too lazy to use the dust-washing pill to wash it, anyway, he had to kill it after a while, so let's do it, if it's dirty, it's not a big deal.

Under the city gate, he raised his head, revealing half of his face dyed red by the solidified plasma, and smiled at the soldiers on the city gate:

"Uncles, I am from China."

The soldiers guarding the city did not move after hearing the words, and their bows and arrows were still pointed at him.

Lin Xiaolu continued to explain: "I have slaughtered the Japanese pirates in the three cities behind, and now I am the only one left alive."

Having said that, he raised the Japanese pirate's leg and shook it at the soldiers.

Seeing that the soldiers still didn't believe him, he didn't hesitate, dropped the pirate's leg, and then suddenly raised his foot and chopped it off!

"Ahhhhh! Help けて!!"

The Japanese pirate who was in a coma woke up instantly, screaming heart-piercingly.

Hearing the Japanese language shouted by the Japanese pirate, and seeing his legs trampled into a pulp by Lin Xiaolu, the soldiers put down their bows and arrows vigilantly.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu smiled, and then seemed to think that the Japanese pirates were too noisy, so he was knocked out with a big fight, and then continued to smile at the soldiers:

"Several uncles, I want to ask where the other Dongying people are, and I'm going to kill them, but I can't understand Dongying dialect, and the **** don't understand what I'm talking about. Is there anyone who understands Japanese and can translate for me?"

As soon as the words came out, the soldiers immediately looked at each other in dismay, and after a while, one of the older soldiers shouted to him:

"I fought these Japanese pirates in Yanhai before, and I know a little bit of Japanese, not much."

Lin Xiaolu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and stomped on the Japanese pirate's other leg again!

"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" the Japanese pirate's leg bone was crushed instantly, and the whole person woke up again in pain, lying on the ground wailing endlessly.

"Uncle, ask him where the other Dongying people are." Lin Xiaolu smiled.

The soldiers on the tower nodded, then glared at the Japanese pirates bitterly, and opened their mouths to speak in stuttering Japanese.

After listening to the Japanese pirate, he opened his mouth to scold, but after thinking about it, he didn't dare to make a mistake, and said a long paragraph.

In the arena, the soldiers listened with great effort. During the period, they did not understand some vocabulary and asked the Japanese pirates several times. Finally, they finally settled down. Then they said to Lin Xiaolu:

"He said that other Dongying people are in the southwest of Sichuan, and all the cities from Fengcheng to the south have been captured by Dongying, and there are still many Dongying cultivators there."

When talking about cultivators, the soldier deliberately added emphasis, as if he wanted to remind this murderous young man.

Under the sun, Lin Xiaolu smiled, then raised his arms and fists at the soldiers on the tower:

"Thank you, Uncle, I'll give you the shitty ones, you're welcome to cut them slowly, I'll treat you!"

After finishing speaking, Lin Xiaolu left without looking back.

Listening to his strange words, the soldiers all had strange faces, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

One of the soldier leaders, who seemed to have some official position, looked at Lin Xiaolu's back with flickering eyes, and suddenly said:

"Little brother, you said you killed Japanese pirates last night?"

After the words came out, Lin Xiaolu stopped, turned half of his face away, and nodded cutely:

"alright."

The soldier heard this, thought for a while, and then continued:

"Little brother, let's go to the city to take a break and drink some water. The road to Fengcheng is not close from here, and as far as I know, there are no living people in the city south of Fengcheng. Little brother can arrive later."

Lin Xiaolu hesitated when he heard the words:

"Uncle, if I go late, some people in Fengcheng may suffer from Japanese pirates."

When the soldiers heard this, they all smiled, and the soldier in the lead said respectfully:

"Little brother, don't worry, Fengcheng has our Immortal Cultivation Sect from the Sichuan Kingdom, and the main immortal cultivators of this group of Dongying people are all in the Jin Kingdom, so they won't be able to take down Fengcheng in a short time.

What's more, the little brother walked the sky all night, even if the body of an immortal can carry it, but if you kill too many people, you will definitely get angry. After all, the immortals in China can't compare with the offal in Japan, little brother, it's better to take a rest. "

"Little brother, just stay and rest for a while." After the leader soldier finished speaking, the other soldiers also began to persuade him:

"Little brother, our captain is a veteran who has fought many battles. He knows the consequences of killing people all the time. It doesn't hurt little brother to take a break."

"That's right, the knife has been sharpened all night, little brother, we can help you sharpen the knife."

"Little brother, we have good wine and food in the city, as well as big meat buns. It's not too late to go on the road after drinking and eating."

As soon as the words "big meat buns" came out, Lin Xiaolu, who was already full of murderous intent, had no emotion, his eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't step on the raised foot, and couldn't walk straight...

At noon, Lin Xiaolu ate wildly under the warm hospitality of the guards and soldiers. The soldiers were so enthusiastic that they drank wine with him. Fortunately, he was so strong that he couldn't get drunk at all, so he knocked down eight soldiers in a row. The burly man then borrowed a whetstone from other soldiers to sharpen the curly blade of the Yanling Dao until it was cut off, before continuing on the road.

Lin Xiaolu's purpose this time is very clear and simple, which is to kill people and save people, so there is nothing to think about. Although his belly is round after drinking and he runs bumpy, it does not affect his speed at all. , According to the map given to him by the soldiers, he ran all the way with his stomach straight, and kept running until after dark. He ran to the southwest with the Big Dipper in the night sky, like a cheetah advancing at full speed, heading straight for Fengcheng, Sichuan!

At the same time, in the Golden Kingdom of China, a certain occupied temple

"dong dong dong dong..."

The unhurried sound of the wooden fish echoed in the room, and the sound was crisp and reassuring.

Outside the door, a monk was kneeling respectfully, nodding his head to the old monk who was chanting sutras and chanting Buddha:

"Master, our people have been attacked and assassinated in the past two days."

Xiuye ​​Zongchun didn't react when he heard the words, and the sound of the wooden fish didn't stop, he just asked calmly:

"The one who was killed was a monk or an army?"

"Both." The monk replied respectfully.

Xiuye ​​Zongchun nodded:

"Shenzhou boasts that there are many righteous people. It is normal to encounter such a thing. Don't make a fuss. Is there any news about the assassin?"