In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Lin Xiaolu heard the words, looked at the old man in front of him, and replied honestly:

"Sect Master Qin, my combat strength is about the same as yours."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the field couldn't help showing contemptuous smiles again, even the old man was stunned for a moment.

He looked Lin Xiaolu up and down, did not answer this question, but continued to ask with a blank face:

"Killer...how old is this year?"

"16 years old." Lin Xiaolu replied honestly.

The old man nodded, didn't say anything, just smiled at his granddaughter:

"Cong'er, take your friend to the guest room first. Tomorrow we will have another confrontation with the Dongying people. When that time comes, you can take him along with you."

Qin Congcong nodded happily when he heard the words, and took Lin Xiaolu away. As soon as the two left, they heard harsh smiles and disdainful words from the hall.

Lin Xiaolu ignored it, he had killed too many people in the past two days, and his state of mind was different from before.

He understands that people are like this. They will use their own worldview and experience to look at others and judge things. This is a normal thing, and it cannot be said that it is not good. understandable.

In Heyin Mountain, Lin Xiaolu followed Qin Congcong through the winding and rugged mountain roads, and met many Heyinzong disciples along the way. Naturally, the cultivation base of the disciples here cannot be compared with Emei, and they are all lower, but it is understandable , it is a small sect after all.

"Kill the Daoist, you will live here at night."

Outside an elegant room, Qin Congcong smiled foolishly at Lin Xiaolu:

"Tomorrow, the slasher will go to the battlefield, so take a good rest tonight."

Lin Xiaolu nodded: "Thank you Qin Dacong."

"Hee hee" the girl smiled cutely, and after talking to him for a while, she turned and left.

Seeing her leave, Lin Xiaolu went into the room to look around the living environment, then lay down on the bed in the room.

He hadn't closed his eyes for several days, and now he was going to practice Hidden Dragon Sleeping Alchemy for a while, and after dark, he would kill a few Dongpu people.

Soon, the boy's breathing gradually stabilized and he fell asleep.

Many times, time passes at different speeds for people in different situations.

Just like when he was young, Lin Xiaolu would feel that every minute and every second was a torment, and that time passed very slowly, but now that he practiced the Zhelong Sleeping Alchemy, he only felt a trance, and when he opened his eyes again , it was late at night.

He sat up from the bed, opened his backpack, and silently changed himself into a black night suit.

For the species of Dongying people, Lin Xiaolu's current idea is to kill as many as he can, otherwise they will all be killed by others, then he will not be able to kill them~

In the middle of the night, with the bright moon hanging high, Lin Xiaolu went out wearing black clothes, and leaped down the mountain all the way with the Yanling Saber on his back. He had no spiritual power, but he had lightness kung fu, so there was no sound when he was running, and the disciples of He Yinzong were stunned. One finds out.

Soon, he came to the back of the mountain in the dark, and saw the General Wei City occupied by the Dongying people.

At this moment, the guards in the city of General Wei are extremely strict. There are torches inserted on the city wall to brightly illuminate the lights outside the city. At the gate of the city, there are two Dongying monks from the Foundation Establishment Realm standing guard, and there are teams of Dongying monks outside. Soldiers patrol.

This kind of defense is undoubtedly very strict, because if the monks invade, as long as they use their spiritual power, no matter whether it is killing soldiers or doing anything, the two Japanese monks will be able to sense it immediately.

And if it is a mortal invasion, although the monks are not easy to perceive, the soldiers patrolling outside will definitely be able to find it. After all, no mortal can kill a group of Japanese soldiers in an instant without making a sound, which is why the He Yinzong has never used sneak attacks The main reason for the law.

Of course, times will change, just like at this moment, a certain young man hidden in the night is observing a group of Japanese soldiers on patrol with his eyes without the slightest emotion.

Eight soldiers, with samurai swords on their hips, patrolled the periphery of the city talking and laughing.

The leading soldier smiled at the people behind him as he walked:

"The weather is getting colder and colder, I really want to drink a bowl of hot miso."

The soldiers laughed and wanted to say something, but suddenly the leader's neck tilted and his eyes widened.

On his neck, at some point... a dagger was stuck!

The other soldiers were stunned for a moment, but before they could react, they felt a chill on their necks, and then the world was spinning for a while, and they didn't know anything.

Killing...sometimes is really easy, especially for capable people.

In the darkness, the boy carried a knife and attacked silently all the way, heading straight for the next patrolling team~

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At the spacious and majestic city gate, two Foundation Establishment cultivators were sitting cross-legged on the bedding and meditating.

After a while, one of the monks suddenly opened his eyes, looked at his companion and said:

"Kawamura, do you feel very quiet?"

The monk surnamed Kawamura did not open his eyes, but closed his eyes and said perfunctorily: "I guess the samurai are going to be lazy again."

The monk nodded when he heard the words, and continued to meditate with his eyes closed. Well, he didn't feel spiritual power, so he was safe.

It's just this group of low-class patrolling warriors who actually went to be lazy again, and I will punish them well in a while.

Thinking this way, he continued to practice with concentration, but he didn't realize that there was a boy in black hanging upside down above his head.

The young man looked at the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, then relaxed his body and fell between them.

The two monks who heard the movement opened their eyes at the same time, but before they even had time to lift their heads, they felt their eyes go dark, and then they passed away completely.

In the dark night, the killing continues.

In General Wei City, where Japanese pirates and Japanese monks were stationed, Lin Xiaolu, who was incarnate as Shura, carried a blood-stained Yanling Saber on his back, and galloped on the roofs of tile houses in the city. His movements were quick but light, and he landed silently, like a bird. The ghostly cat in the night seems to be integrated with the night in every move.

After several massacres before, Lin Xiaolu has become more proficient in the work of assassins. He observed many restaurants and private houses, and did not kill the Japanese pirates resting inside.

These are mortals, they are small people, they are nothing, they have to kill the monks themselves.

The young man who thought so searched round and round in the city, and finally found a group of foundation-building monks meditating in a yamen~

He had two choices. The first was to rush in without hesitation, slaughter the inside with a knife, and then be discovered by the twenty alchemy realms in the city because of his loud voice, and sneak back to He Yinzong.

The second is to kill bit by bit, silently, so that others can't find it, and kill for a whole night!

Well, he decisively chose the latter, because in this way he can maximize the number of kills.

In the pitch-dark yamen court, Lin Xiaolu was extremely cautious in harvesting lives.

Compared to the first time he was an assassin on the spirit boat, he is undoubtedly much more sophisticated now. Lin Xiaolu is a very observant person, and he is willing to ponder carefully, so now that he is still young, he already has some hints of a master assassin. demeanor.

Not long after, the young man who had killed someone walked out of the yamen and went to the next place.

That night, the killing time was counted from midnight to Mao in the morning, a total of more than two hours. In such a long time, how many people could a ghostly assassin kill?

In addition to the time to go on the road, after Lin Xiaolu killed overnight, the number of dead souls in the Foundation Establishment Realm under the knife reached an astonishing 70+!

He wiped out most of the hundreds of foundation builders in one night!