Chapter 29 in rebellion

"Weighing! It will be weighed! If several sword emperors kill the two old men of Lin Haiyang and Lin Xiaochen, how can the little Lin Feng jump safely until now? Damn guys, they only focus on the interests of their own family and have no courage to sacrifice!" Lin Xiong waved his hand angrily and swept aside the pile of cigarette butts in front of him.

"How did Yue Jian come so coincidentally?" Lin Ying's tone was also full of resentment and unwillingness: "If he comes even a little late, Lin Feng will be eaten up by the swordsman of the Star City, and my child's revenge will be revenge!"

"All right. Don't say that." Lin Xiong waved his hand to stop his own brother from complaining meaninglessly, and his eyes were as gloomy as water. The angry slap just now seemed to vent all the anger in his heart. He looked at Lin Ying's still unwilling and angry expression and said, "Now we have to analyze our situation."

Looking at the cigarette butt soot in the distance, Lin Xiong felt that his heart was extremely bitter and said with difficulty, "If we don't want to die and destroy those firestorms that I sucked out, we must recognize our own situation. Only when we see it all clearly can we find a way out of this almost desperate situation.

Lin Ying looked at her brother's tired and even desperate expression, and her expression was very complicated. His brother was so wise and calm that in the past, no matter how big it was, even if the fire clan came to the door, he did not show a trace of frustration. But now my brother is desperate. What does this mean? Dare not to think too much, he said bitterly, "Okay."

"Come on, let's analyze the strength of both sides." Lin Xiong said bitterly.

"Lin Feng now has a sword emperor and a sword fairy, a more bright heart whose strength is unknown, and Lin Ruhai, who may recover his strength and rush to the sword saint at any time. Even Lin Feng is also a swordsman's seventh grade." The lower Lin Xiong's voice, the more bitter it became. We only have a sword king forest ocean on our side. The last time we married the fire clan, although he finally obeyed our orders under the order of the patriarch. But in the current situation, what do you think is the probability that he will listen to our orders?

"Lin Haiyang is not Lin Xiaochen and Lin Feng's traitor. He will not fail to obey the patriarch's order." Lin Ying's eyes widened and said, after all, there is a sword emperor standing behind him, and he will have more or less a sense of security.

"Do you think you can find him if he doesn't want to obey your orders?" Lin Xiong said quietly.

"How dare he?" Lin Ying said in disbelief, "That's the patriarch's order!" How dare he not listen?"

"Do you think he has a good relationship with Lin Feng or with us? Moreover, with his high cultivation, what can you do if you hide it when you are happy and don't let us enter the door when you are unhappy? Lin Xiong sighed and shook his head gently as he looked at his brother who desperately wanted to catch the last straw and did not want to believe in reality.

"..." Lin Ying opened her mouth and didn't say anything after all. He knew it was the truth, but he didn't want to believe it.

"We only have two masters, you and I, and we are just seven or eight grades of swordsmen. In addition, those who are loyal to us by the patriarchs, the highest cultivation is only eight grades." Lin Xiong's smile became more and more bitter: "What is the eighth grade of swordsman? Today, as you know, Lin Feng's swordsman in Tianxing City is like cutting melons and cutting grass..."

"Although the power of my patriarch is still strong, most people in the clan still listen to us on the surface. But that's just on the surface. They are not fools. Coupled with Lin Lianhua and Lin Xijun's two things, most people are probably ready to change owners of the Lin clan. Lin Xiong stared at the pile of cigarette butts and soot, and an inexplicable sadness surged in his heart.

"That is to say, except for those who are loyal to us, we are now alone. The traitors are degraded on all sides. Are those people ready to overthrow us and stab us fiercely? Lin Ying's face was as white as snow.

"What should we do now?" Feeling that the cold people around were enemies, Lin Ying found for the first time that their prestige was no longer there, and the era of their words had quietly passed.

"Leave the Lin clan." Lin Xiong was silent for a long time before saying it was difficult.

"Why?" Lin Ying suddenly jumped up excitedly: "We have the patriarchal order. We are the orthodox of the Lin people. They are just traitors. Why do we leave instead of them?"

"What if they are rebels?" Looking at Lin Ying, who was obviously in an inexplicable state of madness, Lin Xiong looked at him with a pitiful eye and said pitifully, "What can you do with them?" Reaching out of his arms, he took out the patriarch's order and remained on the ground casually. Lin Xiong said disdainfully, "Now the patriarch order is in front of your eyes. Take it to kill those traitors?"

Looking at Lin Ying's obviously red and ferocious face, Lin Xiong continued to stimulate him and say, "You put the patriarch's order in front of them and say, 'Evil traitors, the patriarch's order here, commit suicide quickly to thank your ancestors to thank the world.' What do you think they will do? Will they obediently put their necks in front of you or wipe their necks with swords?

Looking at Lin Ying's dim and even gray face, Lin Xiong also felt a little unbearable in his heart. He gently patted him on the shoulder and said bitterly, "Now the Lin clan is already Lin Feng's Lin clan. Now...we are the traitors!"

"What should we do!" Lin Ying bit her lips fiercely, allowing the scarlet blood dripping from his dry and gray lips and quietly falling on the dirty and cold ground, making a dull and depressing sound.

"Yes, what should we do now as traitors?" Lin Xiong stretched out his feet and casually crushed the patriarch's order on the dirty ground, making some crazy laughter. This patriarch kissed excitedly for a long time when he got it, even when he slept, and even wore it during the day - it used to be his Lin Xiong's happiness and all he had. But now he has allowed all his happiness to lie on the cold land, and he even stretches out his feet to humiliate.

"What should we do!" Looking at Lin Xiong's neurotic movements, Lin Ying stared and repeated coldly.

"Since we are all rebels, what do you think we should do?" Lin Xiong looked at him disdainfully.

"Fuck! What do you think we should do?" Looking at Lin Xiong's disdainful expression, Lin Ying was fiercely enraged. He quickly pounced on Lin Xiong like a mad dog and gritted his teeth and said.

"Waste!" Lin Xiong kicked Lin Ying away and said disdainfully.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Lin Ying was crazy and rushed to Lin Xiong again. There was a crazy thing in his eyes and a baby-like wry smile in his mouth: "Fuck it! What should we do!"

"Bang!" The crisp voice echoed quietly in this small dilapidated secret room, getting louder and louder.

Lin Ying was stunned by this slap. After a moment, she rushed to Lin Xiong again fiercely.

"Bang!" Another crisp slap, and a bright red palm print can be seen on Lin Ying's face.

Lin Ying, who was blown away, roared and rushed up again unwillingly.

"Bang!" A blood rushed out of Lin Ying's nostrils.

"Papa!" The continuous slapping sounded continuously, and Lin Ying stood stupidly and let her brother slap her face mercilessly. And Lin Xiong also seemed to regard his own brother as an enemy in front of him, slapping him fiercely.

The empty and silent secret room is like setting off firecrackers, crackling constantly. The sound hit the wall and there was an echo, and the echo and applause made the applause last for a long time.

After a long time, the applause finally disappeared. Lin Xiong quietly looked at his swollen face like a pig's nose, blood and tears mixed with it, and sighed gently.

He raised his sleeve and gently wiped Lin Ying's bloody nose on his face. Lin Xiong sighed and said gently, "Brother, does it hurt? Sorry, it was my brother's fault just now.

"Brother..." Lin Ying couldn't help falling into Lin Xiong's arms, hugged his body tightly and said with a crying aggrieved voice, "Why was Jianer killed by Lin Feng? Why did they suddenly become so powerful? Why did we have nothing in January? Why did we become rebels instead? Why? Why on earth is all this?"

"Alas..." Lin Xiong gently stroked his brother's head lovingly, looking a little distressed for his brother and also had something very unwilling. After Lin Ying asked why he had run away, he sighed and said, "No reason. Our fists used to be powerful, but now other people's fists are powerful, that's all."

He quietly tilted Lin Ying's right hand hidden behind him and looked at the cold and hard light that could not be hidden in his right hand. Lin Xiong's hand was also gently and naturally placed on Lin Ying's temple to help him massage his temple.

The cold and hard light soon disappeared. Lin Xiong smiled and still gently massaged his brother's temple, as if he really wanted to help him relieve the symptoms of headache.

Lin Ying seemed to have really improved and climbed out of Lin Xiong's arms.

Regardless of his ridiculous pig-headed head, Lin Ying looked at her brother with a tame expression and asked, "So, what should we do now? Do you want to join the fire clan?"

"Relying to the fire clan?" Lin Xiong couldn't help sneering: "Do you think the fire clan is reliable?"

"Aren't we still going to form an alliance before?" Lin Ying asked puzzledly.

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The thinner the golden sword, the more the sword automatically stopped transporting the sword when it felt that it reached the limit that Lin Ruhai could absorb. Just surround those swords with their own swords so that Lin Ruhai can better absorb them.

With the reduction of the golden sword, Lin Ruhai's absorption speed has gradually slowed down. Obviously, he is about to reach the highest strength that his body can hold. In other words, he has almost eaten, and if he eats again, he will eat.

Everyone's attention was all focused on Lin Ruhai, and even the action of teasing Lily to feed her with the herb elixir slowed down. Lily took advantage of her inattention and bit the rare spiritual grass and asked the magic claws to jump into Lin Feng's arms.

There was a slow and inexplicable strange fluctuation in the air, just like the sudden fluctuations of those sword emperors.

Lin Feng looked happy, so his father had touched the edge of the Sword Emperor?

Staring at Lin Ruhai's every move more and more nervously. Previously, he broke through to Jiansheng without any worry. After all, Lin Ruhai has reached Jiansheng before and has had the experience and feeling of breakthrough. This time it is just a review.

But the Sword Emperor is very different, because his father doesn't know what's in it and what will happen.

The inexplicable strange fluctuation in the air became stronger and stronger, and a chair accidentally touched by the fluctuation instantly shattered into powder and disappeared. Everyone felt a thrill in their hearts and quietly left the fluctuation far away.

frowned and looked at Lin Ruhai, who was breaking through. Yue Jian waved his hand, and the fluctuations in the air disappeared. Lin Feng's keen consciousness told that there was an invisible but qualitative cage in the air that could imprison everything.

Those thin swords were finally absorbed by Lin Ruhai, which was different from breaking through the sword saint. This time, there was no sound in Lin Ruhai's meridians.

Suddenly, Lin Ruhai's face turned red, and his body was agitated everywhere, as if countless little bugs roared by. With the strange agitation in these bodies, Lin Ruhai's face became more and more ugly and sweaty.

"Father!" He shouted worriedly and looked at Yue Jian's serious look. Lin Feng clenched his lips tightly and kept silent.

Just as Lin Ruhai's expression became more and more ugly, Yue Jian finally said, "He needs a guide."

"Guide?" Lin Feng was a little anxious and suppressed his inner irritability and said, "What guidance?"

"Did you see those who couldn't help squirming in his body?" Yue Jian's words really want to be beaten. He also realized that there was something wrong with his words, smiled, and Yue Jian's expression became very solemn: "Those should be sword spirit, or sword spirit! He once reached the swordsman but was hit to the bottom in an instant. Those swords that were originally used by him lurked in his body. And in the past ten years, he has been raising swords and practicing swords, and these swordsmanships have been growing, but he can't use them that has been hidden in his body.

"So what's going on now? Or, what should we do? Lin Feng looked at Yue Jian with a longing face.