Martial World

Outside the tent, two trolls held a chain and waited impatiently. Seeing Lin Ming's unhurried appearance, one of the trolls suddenly became angry, "Fuck me, hurry up!"

Behind these two trolls, there are several other martial artists, whose cultivation bases range from the congealing stage to the later stage, but without exception, their true essence is vain, the meridians in their bodies are chaotic, and their foundations are unstable. . www.}dyzww.}web}m}レ♠レ

They all have chains and shackles on their bodies. Under normal circumstances, because of the tracking marks, the trolls will not put chains and shackles on the slaves, which will limit the labor capacity of the slaves, but if they go to the ancient blood evil crystal mine, they will often At the same time, hundreds of thousands of warrior slaves were summoned. At this time, if the slaves rioted together, it would be very troublesome, so all the warriors were locked up with Fengyuan chains.

When Lin Ming came out, he didn't even take a look at it. His eyes were blank and listless.

Seeing their mental state, Lin Ming shook his head slightly in his heart. If a warrior loses the will to fight, he will never be able to make further progress in his entire life. However, with these conditions, it is indeed impossible to resist the troll tribe. talked about.

"Whoa!"

A troll tugged at the Yuan Sealing Chain in his hand, and the clasp of the chain suddenly tightened, making a crisp metal sound, and the troll said coldly, "Go with your back."

Lin Ming glanced at the chain. The chain was engraved with the runes of various trolls. This kind of seal chain could only lock the warriors below the early stage.

"Hurry up!" Seeing that Lin Mingyi was indifferent on the 1st day, the troll shouted angrily, "You are fucking deaf!"

"Cāo, courting death!" The troll said involuntarily, using chains as a weapon, he drew towards Lin Ming!

The troll warrior's hand strength is very strong, and if this is drawn, the general warrior will be directly broken and broken.

Seeing that the chain was drawn, Lin Ming snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and with a crisp "click" sound, the Fengyuan chain was firmly grasped in Lin Ming's hand.

"You!" The two trolls were stunned when they saw this scene, and immediately became furious. Both of them were one-star demon generals. Although they were only equivalent to the late-stage warriors, because of the trolls' physical advantages, they were simply He didn't take the young warriors who had entered the class in his eyes.

This classmate dared to defy them openly, so how could they bear it.

The troll holding the chain slammed the chain and wanted to drag Lin Ming over. However, he never imagined that,

Not only did this pull not pull Lin Ming away, but he stumbled. Lin Ming's feet were nailed to the ground like cast iron, and he didn't move at all.

"Bastard..." Before the troll could react, another troll pulled out the axe behind his back, the thickness of his arm, and slashed at Lin Ming with an axe! "Go to hell!"

Facing the cold axe, Lin Ming had no expression on his face. He kicked out with one kick. He was kicking the troll's wrist when he heard a crackling sound. The axe was kicked away, and the troll screamed while covering his wrist. , his wrist was twisted at a strange angle, and on the side of the wrist, a white blood-stained broken bone pierced out of the skin.

"oaaaaa - rebellion!!" the troll shouted, but his voice stopped abruptly here, Lin Ming pinched a hand around his neck, only to hear a crisp sound, The troll's head softened, and Lin Ming's throat was pinched with one hand!

The troll vomited blood, his eyes bulged, and he died instantly.

"You...you..." The other troll looked at the dead companion in Lin Ming's hands in disbelief, his mind went blank, how could this be possible, isn't he a martial artist in the later stages... According to the information, Lin Ming He was only a warrior in the early days of Houyao, but at this time, he had no chance to investigate. An invisible purple light entered the troll's eyebrows. He was shocked, and the sea of ​​spirit burst instantly. His eyes were white, and his body was soft. fell softly.

Behind the two trolls, the few warriors who were locked by the Primordial Seal were stunned. They never imagined that Lin Ming would kill the two demon generals, crazy, he was going to rebel!

At this time, there was no time to pay attention to Lin Ming's cultivation. There was only one thought in their minds. It's over. Once this matter is suppressed, they will also be killed as conspiratorial comrades!

"Brother Lin Ming!" Behind Lin Ming, Xiao Qinghe covered her mouth, her big eyes were full of horror, and the old woman was trembling slightly. Over the years, she had seen too many people who ran away and rebelled. The warriors, without exception, were skinned by cramps and made into furs.

Lin Ming was so young, how could he be able to resist such a behemoth of the Mo Cang tribe? With so many Mo Cang elders and masters like clouds, how could a child be able to resist?

Even ten years ago, there was an ultra-large-scale martial artist slave riot, involving seven or eight hundred martial artists, but they all failed! All the participants died tragically, including their servants who were involved and skinned.

This old woman is already 60 years old. She is not afraid of being killed, but she does not want her granddaughter Qinghe to die so tragically at such a young age.

"Child, you...you..." The old woman's dirty eyes were full of tears, and she didn't care to call Lin Ming a big entanglement, "Child, you are too reckless, run away! I beg you to clean up Bring this kid..."

Lin Ming turned around and glanced at the old woman. Two purple lightning bolts popped out and landed on the old woman and Qing He. These two lightning bolts were condensed from the light of disillusionment. They could protect their grandparents and grandchildren, and also keep them for himself. The next trace mark can find this grandson and grandson in the chaos.

Lin Ming's lips moved slightly, and his true essence sounded, "I left two bags of bloodstones in the room, you take them, find a safe place to hide, and wait for my news!"

Lin Ming didn't explain at all, and he couldn't explain it clearly. He looked at the few warriors who were chained by Fengyuan chains. Most of them had expressions of fear and hesitation on their faces. Excited and hopeful.

Lin Ming's heart moved, and he asked, "What are your two names?"

"My name is Huo Yuan, he is my brother Huo Zhen, we are scouts of the Yaoqing tribe, we were captured and turned into slaves, we thought we had no hope of fleeing, but I didn't expect to meet a strong man, and begged the strong man to cut off Feng Yuan for my second entry. Chains, the three of us join hands to escape from the Mocang tribe, as long as we can escape back to my Yaoqing tribe, my brother, the second, will repay the hero's life-saving grace!"

The Yaoqing tribe mentioned by Liangluo is a subclass tribe near the Mocang tribe. It is about the same size as the Mocang tribe. In recent years, the two tribes have often fought between the two tribes. , the Yaoqing tribe is inevitably afraid of hands and feet, so it often suffers.

Hearing the words of the two brothers who proposed to flee to the Yaoqing tribe, several more warriors ignited the hope of fleeing. If they could escape, who would be willing to be slaves, but the tracking marks on their bodies made them unable to escape. It was only at this time that he noticed Lin Ming's cultivation. He was a martial artist from the past, so maybe there was a slim chance of escaping from the ascension!

Immediately, a few warriors regained some vigor in their eyes, and they stepped forward a few steps and said, "Please bring us, this ghost place, we have had enough!"

"Escape?" Lin Ming glanced at these warriors and said calmly, "I'm going to attack, not run away. If you have the guts, follow me. I will take you to the Mocang headquarters, and if you don't have the guts, stay. , help me take care of their grandparents and grandchildren..."

Lin Ming pointed at Xiao Qinghe and her grandmother, but when the words fell in the ears of other warriors, it was like a thunderbolt.

They were all stunned for a while, unable to believe their ears.

What?

Does this young man want to enter the Mocang tribe alone? He's crazy!

Lin Ming unhurriedly pulled out a low-grade treasure knife from the Xumi ring. With a flash of light from the knife, he directly slashed the chains of seals on his hands. It was as easy as cutting off dead branches.

You must know that the Fengyuan Chain is made with special craftsmanship and engraved with the special runes of the troll clan. It is extremely hard. It is difficult for ordinary Xian Yao warriors to cut it off in a short period of time, but in Lin Ming's hands, it is almost broken. Copper and rotten iron.

After cutting off the chain, Lin Ming threw the low-grade treasure saber to Huo Yuan at will, and took out the Zixuan spear from the Xumi ring.

The Zi Xuan spear Lin Ming had not used for a long time. In the South China Sea battlefield, he used the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd in order to hide his identity. When he was in the Demon God Emperor Palace, because of the suppression of laws, thunder and fire were useless, so he had to use the Great Wilderness Blood Halberd.

In fact, only Lin Ming, who held the Zixuan spear and used the power of thunder and fire to the extreme, could display the strongest combat power.

"Strong man, you..." Huo Yuan took this low-grade treasure knife dully, a little dumbfounded. Even many warriors of the early Xianyao stage were not qualified to equip them. Did you give it to him?

"Help me take care of their grandchildren." Lin Ming put down these words, unfolded his body technique and flew out. After reaching the stage of death, Lin Ming had never run at full speed. , the artistic conception of the wind combined with the flying ability of the Xianyao martial artist, Lin Ming's speed instantly climbed to the extreme!

In the blink of an eye, Lin Ming was gone, and the other warriors were still sluggish. The direction Lin Ming was heading for was the headquarters of the Mocang Tribe!

He really went!

With the power of one entry, to compete with the Mocang tribe?

Lin Ming's cultivation was only in the early stage, and his age seemed to be only about twenty years old, even younger than them.

In the Mocang tribe, there are as many as four or five six-star demon generals alone, and there are more than ten five-star demon generals. The combined strength of these people is an extremely terrifying force!

Huo Yuan saw Lin Ming rush towards the headquarters of the Mocang Tribe. Fear and excitement flashed alternately in his eyes. Finally, he threw the earth-level treasure in his hand to his younger brother and said, "Take care of their grandparents and grandchildren. , I'm going with that hero!"

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