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"Then do you know who I am?"
The driver on the front of the car took a deep breath and looked at the car solemnly. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the car door and land directly on Lin Wangbei's face in the car.
Lin Wangbei smiled, and many wrinkles suddenly appeared on the corners of his eyes. "I didn't know it at first, but I guessed it later."
The coachman on the front of the car looked more and more serious. He was silent for a while and then asked seriously: "Who revealed this news to you?"
"A person you would never imagine." Lin Wangbei said seriously.
Listening to this answer, the coachman on the front of the car knew that Lin Wangbei was not interested in talking to him as usual, and he would never get some useful information from the other party.
"Since you guessed who I am, you really feel able to defeat me?"
The coachman on the front of the car also smiled with emotion.
When he smiled, his hair fluttered outwards, and every strand of black hair emitted a dark but shining luster in the darkness, like strands of living things.
Even the raindrops falling above dispersed in fear. The carriage where he and Lin Wangbei were were wrapped in a wonderful air mass, and no raindrop could fall into this air mass that several meters in a radius.
"We are only a few feet apart. At such a distance, we are your and my world."
The coachman changed his usual modesty and even humbleness, and his face began to exude a passionate arrogance, "General Lin, no matter how powerful your staff are, whether they are lurking near or not, in your and my world, they can't interfere in the battle between us."
Lin Wangbei just smiled.
His smile was a little tired.
A kind of tiredness that a wanderer who has been away for a long time will carry.
But just as his smile bloomed, the entire carriage no longer existed.
The carriage that was already leaking everywhere was stimulated by a terrifying force and instantly cracked silently, turning into countless pieces and expanding outwards.
The driver on the front of the car changed his face.
The moment the carriage was completely cracked, the accumulated power in his body had gathered on his right hand.
His right hand exuded a dark metallic luster, like a knife slashing towards Lin Wangbei in front of him, but what met him was a fist with enthusiasm.
Lin Wangbei punched him and hit his knife.
He was like he was hit by a meteorite.
His hands also cracked like a carriage.
A force that he could not resist exploded his right hand and rushed into the meridians of his body.
His meridians were broken, and his whole body was sputtering blood, and he flew backwards.
"How is that possible!"
As his whole body smashed into the muddy road, four words were squeezed out from his throat, and his eyes were still falling to Lin Wangbei's body.
Lin Wangbei withdrew his fist.
He stood with his hands behind his back among the raindrops and debris all over the sky.
Listening to the last voice of the practitioner, he smiled like a self-deprecatingly and responded softly in his heart, "You are still young and want to do a lot of things, but I just want to go home. I am old and I don't need to think about doing anything more. I just need to survive tonight."
No one could hear the feelings in the hearts of a former general who returned home.
Countless thunderous sounds sounded in the rain curtain.
In the calm river valley not far away, countless reed poles were instantly shattered by violent energy.
Dozens of figures were flowing at a terrifying speed, and the raindrops that fell to their bodies became a series of transparent water films on the way they passed by, like bubbles blown by some naughty boys, but they were particularly huge.
Behind these dozens of figures, the densely packed soldiers in armor were also running like crazy, spreading like a tide in Lin Wangbei's sight.
There were several coachmen in the convoy who were Lin Wangbei's enemies. They just looked at Lin Wangbei standing with his hands behind their backs. They felt extremely afraid in their hearts and did not dare to move for a moment.
At this moment, with a bang, a hole was blasted out by a giant in the dark night on the side.
A carriage broke through the rain curtain and fell like flying over.
The carriage is very solid.
And there is no leakage.
The driver in this carriage is not tall, his hands and feet are thick, and he looks like a fifty-year-old, and his hair is as messy as iron wire.
The wheels fell heavily on the road, splashing countless mud.
His solemn voice blocked the roar of the car: "Yu Zengan, see the general."
Several coachmen in the convoy suddenly reacted.
The divine light of death shone in their eyes. The carriage was too fast. In their subconscious, if Lin Wangbei was allowed to board the carriage, even the dozens of cultivators rushed forward might not be able to catch up.
"kill!"
They shouted fiercely at the same time, and several sword lights fell towards Yu Zengan, the unpretentious coachman.
"die!"
Yu Zengan suddenly raised his head and just shouted the word "stern".
His hands were grabbed forward, his fingers spread to the extreme, and then he clenched them tightly. In this way, only once, several air balls exploded directly on the faces of several practitioners who came here.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several sounds exploded, and the heads of these practitioners exploded, and blood splattered!
With such a powerful momentum, even the dozens of practitioners who rushed through the rain curtain were stagnant.
Lin Wangbei smiled and nodded as a gift.
He boarded the carriage that had already been parked in front of him.
The moment he bent down and entered the carriage, the side of the road ahead of dozens of practitioners suddenly flew over and exploded!
Twelve figures rushed out from under the soil, and made a sharp roar at the same time, and the twelve sword lights flew out at the same time!
Listening to the shrill sound of the twelve flying swords suddenly breaking through the air, Lin Wangbei, who was sitting in the carriage, smiled proudly again.
Twelve flying swords instantly intertwined a bright sword net in the air. The dozens of practitioners who came through the air also let out horrific screams, roars, and even screams at this moment.
Then there was a harsh sound of gold and iron clashing.
Countless flesh and blood limbs fell in the air.
Only six of dozens of rapid advance practitioners fell to the ground.
But ahead of them, the twelve flying swords were still there.
These six practitioners fought in a double battle. The more than 2,000 armored soldiers following them were all stopped and did not dare to move forward.
"Under the general's seat, Lingyun's Twelve Swords are here! The traitors and traitors dare to take the precepts!"
The twelve flying swords flew back to the twelve practitioners in an orderly manner, and floated in front of them like sergeants. One of the practitioners sneered and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!