Chapter 242 The Young Man in Silver Robe
"Get back!"
Lin Mu held a nearby tree, his arms trembling, and shouted angrily.
In this life, he has experienced countless life and death experiences. How could he just surrender and let the bloody evil sword control him?
But the Blood Fiend Broken Sword has been waiting for more than nine hundred years, and it was only today that it finally got out of trouble, so how could it let go of this opportunity.
Although Lin Mu has not become its sword slave for the time being, it is confident that such an immature boy born in a backward martial arts civilization will eventually be unable to escape its control.
The blood evil energy billowed like smoke and swept through Lin Mu's mind like a dark cloud.
Negative scenes one after another, of being ridiculed, abused, hunted, and the death of the seventh elder, constantly echoed in Lin Mu's heart.
"Kill, kill, kill. Kill those who humiliate me, kill those who endanger me, kill those who disturb me, kill those who obstruct me. The world is dark and yellow, and there is no one who cannot be killed!"
This will, the killing intent, is not the kind of hysterical roar, but the sound of the great road like morning bells and evening drums.
Lin Mu's heart trembled violently, the blood-red meaning in his eyes became more and more intense, and the ruthless killing intention revealed became more and more cold.
"Go away, go back."
But Lin Mu's will is not comparable to ordinary people.
Merciless killing is not his martial art, he has his own bottom line.
The soul power, which was not inferior to that of a great martial artist, roared in the sea of consciousness, pushing back the bloody evil energy that filled the sky.
However, every counterattack caused him immense pain.
A trace of dark red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the colors in his eyes were constantly changing.
There was a hint of black in the depths of his pupils, and he struggled to come out, but every time he was pushed back by the blood.
Lin Mu's will and the blood evil's will were in a stalemate.
"Get out of here first."
The last rational thought in his mind told Lin Mu not to stay here for long.
The previous huge movement must not be hidden from others. Maybe it won't be long before others arrive.
When the time comes, if others find out that he has obtained the bloody sword, it will be a big trouble.
Staggering, Lin Mu had no specific purpose and just randomly found a direction away from Niutou Peak.
But after walking for about ten minutes, he suddenly stopped and looked coldly towards the woods ahead with his blood-red eyes.
In the woods.
A group of tough warriors surrounded a young boy with small eyes.
"Are you Qin Feng?"
The silver-robed young man in the middle said.
The boy with small eyes is Qin Feng.
He was with Lin Mu before on Niutou Peak.
But later he discovered the spirit stone mine and the situation was chaotic. He knew that he was not strong enough, so he left after getting some spirit stones.
At this time, he was still staying in the Wangniu Mountains because he was worried about Lin Mu and wanted to see Lin Mu come out safely before going back.
Unexpectedly, those who were waiting well on the opposite side of Niutou Peak would be surrounded by a group of powerful warriors.
"You...are you from the Iron Fist Club?"
Qin Fengzhan said tremblingly.
Now that he is only a third-level warrior, he is no match for the group of Iron Fist warriors in front of him.
Especially behind the young man in silver robes, stood a middle-aged warrior. In his perception, this middle-aged man was unfathomable and was most likely a strong martial artist.
After hearing this, the young man in silver robe who headed the Iron Fist Club showed a cold smile on his lips: "Yes, that's good. We have already found out clearly that you are one of Lin Mu's few friends in Seven Star Academy. Are you going to reveal Lin Mu’s secret, or should we make it happen to you?”
"Brother Lin's secret?"
Qin Feng looked confused, "What's the secret of Brother Lin?"
"You still dare to pretend?"
An Iron Fist disciple stepped forward and kicked Qin Feng to the ground, "Don't tell us, you don't know about Lin Mu's control of the strange fire?"
When the word "extraordinary fire" was mentioned, the eyes of everyone in the Iron Fist Club flashed with fiery light.
They came to arrest Qin Feng because they wanted to use Qin Feng to torture out the secret about the strange fire in Lin Mu.
Rumor has it that even the most common strange fire is not inferior to high-grade spiritual weapons in value.
A top-grade spiritual weapon, a treasure that could make Wu Zong's heart flutter, how could they not be tempted by it.
Therefore, even if Lin Mu showed considerable strength in the Niutou Peak cave, he could not stop the covetousness of all major forces, and the Iron Fist Club was no exception.
"Brothers, I really don't know."
Qin Feng held his stomach in pain, looked at them and said, "Brother Lin, have you really mastered the strange fire?"
"You look pretty good, but I want to see whether, in your eyes, your friend's secret is more important, or your own life."
The young man in silver robe laughed ferociously, "Then Lin Mu, a shabby boy, if he doesn't master such rare things as the strange fire, how can he still want to compete with the martial arts?"
"But...but I really don't know anything about this matter."
Qin Feng said with a trembling voice.
"court death."
A cold light appeared on the silver-robed young man's face, as if he had lost his patience.
When the middle-aged warrior behind him saw it, he immediately took a step forward and whispered: "Master Yin, Lin Mu really may not tell this boy about something like the strange fire. After all, even brothers may be interested in this kind of treasure." Turn against him."
"What you said makes sense."
The young man in silver robe frowned, but then he looked at Qin Feng, his chill grew unabated, and he sneered, "Now let me ask you one last time, Yi Huo, you said you don't know, where does Lin Mu usually like to go, and where does he like to walk?" You should know the route, right?"
"Sir, although I am Lin Mu's friend, he is a genius and I am just a nobody. How can I know where he likes to go?"
Qin Feng said with a bitter face.
Lin Mu often went to places and rarely hid anything from him and Fang Chengye, so in fact, even if he didn't dare to say that he knew everything, he knew a few important places.
But these people from the Iron Fist Club obviously had bad intentions. They were asking about Lin Mu's route, and they probably wanted to ambush Lin Mu. Qin Feng naturally couldn't tell them.
"have no idea?"
A dangerous look appeared on the silver-robed young man's face, and he said sternly, "Hit him until he says so."
Several Iron Fist disciples immediately swarmed up and punched and kicked Qin Feng without mercy.
After half a cup of tea, the leading warrior waved his hand, and all the Iron Fist disciples stopped immediately.
"I still do not know yet?"
The young man in silver robe looked down at Qin Feng coldly.
At this time, Qin Feng had a bruised nose, a swollen face, and bruises all over his body, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know."
"well."
The young man in silver robe was completely angry, "Here, chop off the middle finger of his right hand."
Qin Feng's face turned pale, and there was obvious fear in his eyes.
But he still held back and refused to say even a single word about Lin Mu.
The people of the Iron Fist Club didn't care about his fear. A disciple walked up to him with a sword and a cruel look on his face, and chopped off Qin Feng's right middle finger directly.
However, as soon as the disciple's hand was raised halfway, his body suddenly stiffened, and the sword in his hand could not even cut half of it.
Not only him, but everyone present was equally cold-hearted.
