Chapter 388 Iron Sword Way
A cold shout rang out, and a dozen men in black flew over and surrounded Lin Mu.
"Seniors and juniors, I'm just passing through here, and I don't mean any harm."
Although the other party had a bad attitude, these people were too strong and Lin Mu thought he couldn't afford to offend them, so he had to be polite.
However, these people did not respond to him. They all looked like dull machines, just standing indifferently.
After a while, nine old men who also carried large iron swords came over.
The way these old men looked at Lin Mu was extremely strange.
As they walked step by step, the eyes of the old men became brighter and brighter, as if they were not looking at a person, but an instrument.
"What a strong sword energy, what a strong sword intention."
"Excellent sword container, the sky will never stop my iron sword."
"A gift from God cannot be denied."
Looking at the eyes, the nine old men nodded.
Their expressions and voices were stiff and stiff, as if they hadn't spoken to each other for a long time.
"Iron Sword Way?"
Lin Mu vaguely remembered that Fatty Feng, the owner of Bafang Restaurant, was the successor of Iron Sword Dao.
Later, Lin Meier was also taken away by Fatty Feng.
This does not mean that Iron Sword Dao is a declining force. What is going on with these people that they are so terrifying?
But at this time, he had no time to think too much.
He had an instinctive premonition that these people had absolutely no good intentions towards him.
"escape."
Lin Mu didn't hesitate to follow the phantom, using his strongest strength and fastest speed to escape.
"childish."
Just after escaping a few steps, one of the old men grabbed him.
Before Lin Mu could realize what was going on, the old man grabbed his shoulder and could no longer move.
"too strong."
Lin Mu was horrified.
The old man just grabbed him lightly, and he seemed to be pressed down by a mountain, without even the slightest resistance.
The two sides are not on the same level.
Including Tian Yuanhou, his former number one enemy, compared with this old man, he was like a baby and an adult.
"Wuzong."
This old man must be Wuzong.
What's even more terrifying is that there are nine such old men here.
There is no way to fight back.
At this moment, Lin Mu seemed weaker than a baby.
Moreover, because he was already controlled by the opponent, even if he wanted to use the bloody sword to fight, it was too late.
As for using the power of the soul, he had a hunch that it might not cause any harm to these people, but would instead anger them.
"Seniors, why do you want to arrest me?"
Lin Mu suppressed his shock and said.
The situation before him happened so suddenly that he was completely unprepared.
But these people were as dull as wood. They seemed not to hear what he said and continued to do what they were doing.
Then, the hands of the nine old men pressed on Lin Mu at the same time.
In an instant, powerful sealing power emitted from their hands, forming countless zhenqi threads, completely binding Lin Mu.
He couldn't resist even one old man, let alone nine old men.
"Strength!"
Lin Mu looked shocked and angry, but smiled sadly in his heart.
The strength is too weak, and the only choice is to let the mermaid be eaten. The scene before me is the best example.
"what happened?"
At this time, two figures walked out of a tent at the rear.
Seeing them, Lin Mu couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope in his heart.
These two people were none other than Fatty Feng and Lin Meier.
Isn't Fatty Feng the successor of Iron Sword Dao?
These people seemed to be from Tie Jian Dao. I wonder if they would listen to Fatty Feng.
"Lin Mu?"
The first person to discover Lin Mu was Lin Meier.
Later, Fatty Feng also saw it, and his expression suddenly changed: "Elders, please stop. This little brother is my old friend. Is there any misunderstanding among you?"
"Misunderstand?"
One of the old men said stiffly and awkwardly, "How could it be a misunderstanding about this important matter that affects the inheritance of my Iron Sword Dao for thousands of years?"
"Ten thousand years of inheritance?"
Hearing this, Fatty Feng staggered back as if he had been struck by lightning.
"No, he is my cousin. Elders, you cannot choose him to be the scabbard, otherwise he will die."
When Lin Meier heard this, she obviously understood what was going on. Her face turned pale and she screamed.
"Yes, elders, please think twice."
Fatty Feng clenched his fists.
"Both of you are very talented and are good swordsmen. We would consider any other request, but this matter is non-negotiable."
These old men showed no mercy.
"He is my brother's son. It can be anyone else, but it can't be him."
Fatty Feng did not compromise, "Now, as the nineteenth generation successor of Iron Sword Dao, I order you to let Lin Mu go."
"roll!"
Several old men ignored him at all.
"You two are important, but compared to this peerless scabbard, you are simply not worth mentioning."
One of the old men snorted coldly, and with a casual wave of his hand, he slapped the two of them far away.
Then he coldly ordered: "Someone, lock them both up."
"Scabbard?"
Even Fatty Feng's intervention was useless, and Lin Mu's heart sank to the bottom.
Do you really want to detonate the elixir fire left by your teacher Wu Qingyun in your body?
This seemed to be his only choice.
But once the elixir fire is detonated, he will definitely die, and because he cannot control the elixir fire, he will also kill Fatty Feng and Lin Meier.
"Just wait and see."
After weighing the situation, Lin Mu decided to endure it a little longer. "They don't want to kill me, but they want to use me as a scabbard. It may not be life-threatening."
As long as people don't die, he believes that there will always be life.
After imprisoning Fatty Feng and Lin Meier, the nine old men were not affected by their mood. They all looked at Lin Mu with strong expectations in their eyes.
"Respectfully invite the ancestor sword."
Afterwards, the nine people placed Lin Mu on an altar and knelt down one after another.
"Drink, drink, drink."
Immediately afterwards, sixteen great warriors, carrying a huge coffin, walked out of the largest tent in the center of the camp.
With each step, their feet sank deeply, leaving huge footprints on the ground.
Ancestor sword?
Lin Mu was secretly shocked when he saw this.
How heavy is this ancestral sword? It actually requires sixteen great martial artists to carry it.
And looking at the appearance of these sixteen great martial artists, it was clear that they were all struggling.
Could it be that these people of the Iron Sword Way were interested in his body and wanted to use his body as the scabbard of the ancestral sword?
"Open the coffin."
The nine old men drank together.
Immediately, sixteen great martial artists placed the coffin on the ground and slowly opened the coffin.
Only a trace of the coffin lid was exposed, and a monstrous sword intent surged out from inside.
Feeling the shocking sword intent, the nine old men looked even more respectful.
"Boy, it is your honor to be the container of the ancestral sword. From now on, you will become the greatest swordsman in the world."
One of the old men, seeing Lin Mu's cold expression, was obviously repulsed, and immediately said coldly.
"It's better to keep this honor to yourselves."
Lin Mu said in an extremely cold voice.
These people really took a fancy to his body and wanted to use him to carry the so-called ancestral sword.
It is conceivable that a martial artist who is penetrated by such a terrifying sword will definitely die.
"I don't want it, but it's a pity that my withered body will only tarnish the ancestral sword."
The old man said calmly, "As for you, you have no choice. It's better to just endure it."
