Chapter 8 The Tyrant is Playing Cool

save?

Only a fool would save you!

Who cares whether you are being hunted or not? What does it have to do with me, a passerby? Who knows what kind of love, hate and vengeance are involved? Only a fool would get excited and get involved.

Facing the boy's cry for help, Jun Lin slowly turned around and looked at the sky: "The weather is good today."

Shen Sinian looked down at the ground, calm and composed: "The flowers and plants on the ground are also growing very well."

The boy seeking help: “…”

How can there be such a cold-blooded person! Isn't he a chivalrous man? Please lend a hand!

He moved very quickly, turned his head and looked at the masked killers who were chasing him relentlessly, about ten of them, then gritted his teeth, and when he passed by two of them, he unexpectedly drew out Shen Sinian's sword, and said with a smile: "Borrow it for a moment, thank you!"

After saying that, he ran away with a group of killers.

Shen Sinian: “…”

Jun Lin: “…”

Damn.

He dresses so luxuriously, but how come he does such thieves things?

The atmosphere suddenly became cold and the young man felt a little depressed. He looked at the empty scabbard and couldn't help stroking it lightly with his thumb.

That is the astonishing master that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Shen family. Although the astonishing master has not been included in the sword manual, he is still enthusiastically sought after by people in the martial arts world.

It can cut iron like mud, and the white light when dancing is like falling pear blossoms, seemingly light but actually can take a person's life in an instant.

Even though the sword was lost, he did not chase after him immediately, for fear that it would cause trouble for the king, and the king did not issue any orders.

"Chase him."

A hand pressed on his head, and the force was so great that he couldn't help but bend over.

There seemed to be an endless bright fire hidden in that person's eyes. Her body leaned forward slightly, and her long hair fell in front of her ears. Her beautiful face was full of vigor and vitality.

"Take it back, it's yours."

The golden sunlight fell on half of her cheek, while the other side was submerged in the shade of the tree. There was a sacred feeling of division between light and darkness.

At least at this moment, Shen Sinian could only touch his messed up hair with his dazed hands. Looking at Jun Lin who was already catching up with him using Qinggong, the smile on his lips became brighter: "Yes!"

…

The young man in the golden robe was getting more and more amazed as he used the sword. It was a good sword, but his own kung fu was not good enough to use it. He chuckled, and despite his wolfish appearance, he was still as happy as a little sun.

"Ouch, this is a bit bad."

The man in black's moves were fierce and quick, as accurate and ruthless as a precision machine. With a sword move, he slashed through his sleeve with a "swish".

The young man had no time to look and felt a chill in his heart.

Can't beat.

Is it really going to be a failure this time?

The black-clad man's attacks came one after another. He staggered and couldn't catch his breath. The atmosphere was like a taut string, which was plucked casually with a "clang" sound, causing layers of ripples.

The man was dressed in a black robe, his figure was slender but exuded a majestic aura, his wide sleeves were rustled by the air currents that were coming at him at high speed, her eyebrows were defiant, she glanced at him casually, and said calmly: "Sword."

The young man in golden robe looked delighted. Could it be that he came to save him?

He still has a bit of chivalry in his heart!

He quickly handed over the sword and said seriously, "These people are no different from the dead. They are controlled by sorcerers in their bodies. They are a group of high-level sorcerers. They are very strong and difficult to kill. Be careful."

Jun Lin, who was about to leave after getting the sword, was stunned. His heroic eyes were filled with anger and he snorted coldly.

Witch.

Southern Xinjiang State.

It’s still a batch of more advanced witches.

Only then did she turn her gaze to the group of men in black with a sidelong glance as if to show alms.

Shen Sinian was standing behind her and was filled with murderous rage when he heard the word "witch dragon". He had not forgotten what the dragon had done to the king.

"Brother, I'm here to kill them."

"Need not."

Violent energy swirled around his body, his sleeves creaked from the internal force, and he rushed out suddenly like an arrow from a bow.

The lapels of her clothes were blown up by the high-speed swirling air currents. She wielded the sword in her right hand with every move, as graceful as a solitary and elegant black crane dancing.

"I'll do it."

The sword light had already condensed into actual murderous intent, forcing the puppet without any independent consciousness to pause for a moment.

Today she wants to see whether this witchcraft can really turn the world upside down!

The moment she held the sword again, a long-lost surge of emotion filled her heart. She stared at the shiny sword and smiled wildly. Although it was not her own sword, it was still pretty good looking.

The sound of the wind was like being split in half, and the stagnant air was also split into two and started to flow again.

The young man in golden robe was stunned.

He was just about to say that the witch might be in the heart, but Jun Lin had already stabbed the sword before him. She shook off the blood on the sword, squatted slightly with her left leg, stepped forward with her right leg, and instantly moved the sword in her left hand to her right hand and stabbed in the opposite direction, piercing through the enemy's lower abdomen with a "puff".

Looking at the enemy who was still able to move, she sneered: "It's not in the lower abdomen either."

The little bugs can hide.

Shen Sinian watched silently, his usually calm eyes becoming wild and agitated. Such strong and beautiful movements.

It really is like dancing.

Jun Lin swung his sword in a flower motion to shake off the dark red and somewhat black bloodstains, and then swung the sword sharply and decisively towards the man's neck.

The head and body separated, and a white, transparent, round insect crawled out of the mouth, covered in blood. Jun Lin narrowed his eyes.

"younger brother."

This voice woke up the two people who were still immersed in the killing and had not yet recovered.

The young man in the golden robe was trembling all over. Such a brutal yet clean method. But it was undeniable that each of his moves was extremely beautiful.

There was deep emotion in his eyes, and it was very difficult to deal with.

Shen Sinian shuddered, picked up his feet and walked over quickly: "Brother."

"Pour out the silver from the brocade bag and put these insects back into the brocade bag to keep them alive."

"Um."

Hearing this, he moved quickly and packed up the ten insects. Then he straightened his back and stood obediently beside her.

Jun Lin handed the sword to him and said jokingly, "It's a good sword, but it's a little worse than mine."

The sword was sheathed, and the boy's violently beating heart calmed down a little. He asked in doubt, "What about my brother's sword?"

Jun Lin winked slyly: "Haven't you seen it before?"

"ah?"

He was stunned. When had he seen this before?

While he was thinking, the young man in the golden robe had already run over and cried with joy. He hugged Jun Lin's shoulders and refused to let go: "My benefactor! I am willing to repay you now!"

The tone was as if he had met the big boss and was determined to become a leg pendant and was unwilling to let go.

But why are this man's shoulders so thin, even smaller than his frame? How could he have such powerful martial arts?

Jun Lin didn't say anything, but Shen Sinian on the side already had murderous intent in his eyes and his sword was half drawn.

Her long eyelashes like black crow feathers were drawn down, and her eyes were heavy and dark.

The young man in the golden robe quickly let go of her hand and muttered unhappily, "So you're still a brother-con."

Shen Sinian smiled slightly.

No.

He is a senior controller.