This is an authentic Gangjin master who has been cut into a human stick.

The broken limb wound had already stopped the blood.

Before the arrival of the four iron guards of the Ji family, his subordinates had already bandaged him.

From beginning to end, Lin Yu never saw him move.

It seems that he has already accepted his fate.

But at this time, the Tantric Master looked at him with a strange look.

A wasteful man who does not threaten him.

This kind of gaze now makes Lin Yu feel bad.

The violent aura surged.

I want to tear the stick of the man who dared to blaspheme the God of Killing with his disrespectful eyes into pieces.

With a dark snorted, Lin Yu suppressed the aura of the demon sword that was trying to erode his will again.

When he looked at Master Miluo again, he saw his eyes suddenly widening.

The sealed mouth-Ba Zhong let out a breath.

Disperse the tape wrapped around the mouth.

Lin Yu's heart sank.

He almost forgot that there was another group of powerful enemies hiding.

Here is the sphere of influence of Tantric Buddhism.

Since Ji Ruyuan was able to attract four Ji family iron guards without realizing it.

Then the Miluo Master, who is more powerful than him, will definitely be able to do it.

Now, I am exhausted and exhausted.

This injury is more serious than ever before.

Even if you are careful to condition, it can be said that there is no possibility of recovery.

Lin Yu can be 100% sure that even if he is lucky enough to die, he will become a real waste person.

That kind of waste person who can never be restored.

If you can choose the way of death.

He would rather die on the battlefield than die in bed.

Since there is no chance of being spared.

That……

Why bother to force the road to survival?

The true dragon should die above the nine heavens!

Thinking of this, his eyes shifted.

Walked to a silver-white box and cut it off with a knife.

A shot of injection rolled out.

He bent down and picked up the injection with difficulty.

Then, he inserted it under his ribs and slowly injected the medicine into his body.

Master Miluo's expression suddenly became dull when he saw this scene.

A terrible premonition passed through my heart.

It seems that a more cruel, more tyrannical and bloody battle is about to come.

...

Eight lamas in red were walking among the steep and dangerous mountains, walking on flat ground.

It seems that they are not fast.

Every step is not fast or slow.

It seems that in my hand is meditating and worshiping Buddha, soothing and tranquility.

However, if you look closely, you will find different things.

Although their frequency is not fast, their pace is surprisingly large.

A distance of more than ten meters, one step past.

Suddenly, they stopped in place.

One of them sniffed the smell in the air with great force.

"Senior Brother Miluo has moved his position again, and the transfer speed is very fast. Should we continue to catch up, or go to the place where we were staying before and check the traces?"

The lama in red asked in a low voice, his face a little hesitant.

"Continue chasing, don't waste time, rescue Senior Brother Miluo as soon as possible."

After reaching a consensus, they deviated and walked towards the southwest of Michuan Mountain.

...

Michuan Mountain, in the southwest corner, on a mound about a hundred meters high.

A man stood with a knife, facing the gentle mountain breeze, looking into the distance.

The expression is cold and indifferent.

But what is more obvious is the unparalleled arrogance.

Standing on the top of the mountain, it seems to be standing above the nine heavens, looking down at the countless beings and all things in the world.

The shining eyes are so calm.

Waiting silently, without any anxiety.

Beside him, a lama who had lost his limbs, squatting on the ground.

There was a little bit of unhidden fear on his face.

The peace and dullness of the past has long disappeared.

The old lama's forehead was covered in cold sweat and his eyes flashed.

It seems that something terrible is about to happen.

His throat squirmed, wanting to say something.

But after a glance at the man holding the knife, he finally said nothing.

His previous experience made him sure: this is a guy with a heart that is as hard as a fall.

It is extremely cruel to the enemy.

To yourself, you are equally cruel.

In the face of death, you can be so calm and resentful.

Even though the enemy and us have different positions, the old lama can't help but admire him.

"I didn't expect that this was my final battle."

The voice of talking to oneself sounded at the top of the mountain.

Floating into the distance under the cool breeze.

The young man holding a knife was covered in blood.

But it not only makes people feel embarrassed, but it sets off a lofty and domineering momentum.

He stood there, facing the wind and the sunshine.

Just like, the center of heaven and earth.

All things seem to be surrounding him.

Cold eyes, full of spiritual energy.

His left arm seemed to be injured, and he was wrapped tightly around his body with a white bandage.

The exposed skin was covered with dense knife wounds.

But the blood had already stopped oozing.

The powerful muscles close the broken blood vessels.

Although the wound has not healed, it is no longer a serious problem.

At first glance, the whole person is full of vitality and extremely energetic.

However, if a person who is proficient in medical theory sees this kind of appearance.
To be continued...