"innate?"

A trace of confusion flashed in General Emile's eyes.

Obviously, he didn't know much about Eastern martial arts.

But immediately, the indescribable look dissipated.

Because no matter what Lin Yu said, he could not escape death.

"Mr. Lin, this last wish may not make you fulfill your wish. Our warrior's head is very precious."

General Emil shook his head and said.

"I have the final say in this matter."

Lin Yu smiled and bent his right hand.

I saw a huge rock in the distance.

The wine pot left by Sasaki Shi flew out of thin air.

It seemed as if there were invisible hands that had grabbed it.

It fell straight into Lin Yu's palm.

Lin Yu raised his hand and raised his head slightly.

Flipped your wrist and a clear and transparent strand of wine flowed down from the mouth of the pot.

The wine enters the throat and drinks it all.

While the whale swallows the cow and drinks, there is no way to express the freedom and freedom, and the heroic spirit of the words.

In a moment, a pot of fine wine was fully penetrated.

Then, his arm was swung lightly.

The wine pot in his palm threw away.

It seems to be understatement without any effort.

But the wine pot left a white wave in the air.

The sharp sonic boom sound is enough to prove the power contained.

Seeing this, General Emile's eyelids twitched and his heart was shocked.

In his opinion, Lin Yu has left the category of normal human beings.

Just like Satan in the Bible, it represents a power of evil and darkness.

Brush brush...

The sword light is stirring, and it lasts for a long time.

Before the wine pot arrived, it was twisted into pieces by the sharp cross sword.

At this moment, Lin Yu's eyes slightly condensed, and he showed a look of surprise.

Unexpectedly, the thirteen white men opposite had such a foundation.

From the surface, the aura of these thirteen people is not particularly powerful.

Compared with the dead Sasaki Real, it is obviously a big difference.

But the pressure they formed by standing together showed a surge.

It is faintly more than half a step in innateness.

What's particularly strange is that the thirteen people fully understand each other's aura.

That feeling is like a soul possessing thirteen physical bodies.

The thirteen swordsmen on the opposite side snatched the wine pot and jumped forward.

The staggered pace formed a formation.

"Hey, Westerners can also set up sword formations?"

Seeing this, Lin Yu was very surprised.

These thirteen swordsmen surrounded him, and their cooperation with each other was smooth and natural, and they should have been trained for a long time.

At first glance, although the form is different, it is essentially similar to the Oriental Sword Formation.

Moreover, from the steps and movements of these people, there is a clear religious style.

It is like a dance in sacrifice, or it is like attacking a sharp army.

Lin Yu was in the formation and before he could sigh, he felt that there was sword energy in all directions.

It is overturned and overturned.

Thirteen cross swords danced, turning into layers of light curtains.

The sword light is like snow, and the sword energy is like a dragon.

Western swordsmanship, holding swords in both hands, is very different from Eastern swordsmanship.

It is less agile and light, and more heavy and powerful.

"interesting!"

Lin Yu chuckled, as if it was still moving.

His figure was still there, but shadows kept popping out of his body, as if he was a clone, and thirteen afterimages faced the thirteen sword lights.

The fingers flicked, and the air came at will, vaguely hiding the intention of violent killing.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding--

The sound of metal and iron fighting continued to sound.

The sword energy that was sequentially dissipated.

Lin Yu was still proudly standing in the same place, as if he had never moved.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The clear eyes showed a sense of interest.

The sword formation composed of thirteen people is really a bit tricky.

Just now, a trace of sacred aura was brewing in the sword light.

The sound of the church singing came faintly in the howling wind.

In those pairs of blue eyes, a crystal light flowed.

The momentum in the body has been skyrocketing.

“It’s very interesting!”

Lin Yu smiled shallowly, his eyes showing praise.

His expression was as relaxed as ever.

Even when facing the siege of thirteen strange enemies, there was no slight tension.

If he met these opponents before the duel with Sasaki, he might feel very difficult.

But now, for a congenital master, the quantity advantage is far from enough to offset the qualitative gap.

As soon as the words fell, the sword light rose again.

The storm clouds are rolled up, and the wind is cut off wherever they go.

Lin Yu chuckled slightly and rushed into the sword light.

With bare hands and firing in one's hands, ten fingers are constantly bounced.

A wisp of strong wind rose out of thin air.

The movements are as light as a feather, but the force is like Mount Tai, with a weight of thousands of pounds.

There is a strange rhythm when raising your hands and feet, showing a natural and graceful rhythm.

Thirteen swordsmen were fooled by Lin Yu, who was forced to take a step back together.

The combined force formed by the thirteen people could not resist the other party's wave.

Seeing this scene, General Emile's face couldn't help but change.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine the horror of the target.

Last time, two artificial warriors almost captured Lin Yu.

But this time, it was obviously an extremely powerful sword formation and a thirteen upgraded version of artificial warriors, but it was helpless and could not do anything.

Moreover, Lin Yu alone, he was firmly suppressed by bare hands and fists.

Even, it is impossible to maintain a balance of power.

This result was really unexpected.
To be continued...