Chapter 35 Perverted Blood Killing on

The two have been following 100 meters behind the Blood Killing Team. Lin Dao followed a group of centurioners in a long state, and even no one noticed it behind them. It has to be said that Lin Dao has been greatly improved in all aspects. To be true, these 40 days can be said to be a bloody and sweaty history of Lin Dao. During the day, Lin Dao had to urge the team members to train, and he also followed him to carry out more intensive training.

Among them, the biggest progress of Lin Dao is the competition between Lin Dao and Ling Zhong - yes, right, it is Ling Zhong, the only king-level strongman in the Southern Ming Dynasty.

Lin Dao's request to Ling Zhong is very simple, "Don't be soft-hearted. Attack me with your strength. As long as I don't surrender, don't stop!" - This is Lin Dao's original words. After hearing this, Ling Zhong did not persuade Lin Dao as usual. After a moment of silence, he launched a sudden attack on Lin Dao.

That was the first time. Lin Dao's heartbeat instantly jumped to a speed that he could hardly bear, which was a feeling of direct death. Before Lin Dao's upper eyelids touched the lower eyelids, Ling Zhong's fist had bombarded Lin Dao's lower abdomen. That feeling was like being directly hit by a heavy truck. The powerful impact directly penetrated Lin Dao's body, so that Lin Dao's body did not fly out, but his internal organs shattered in a very short time. Lin Dao immediately fell to the ground and bleed with seven holes!

It's just the simplest blow, without any energy attack. It's just the power of Ling Zhong's fist, which makes Lin Dao's proud Jiuyang Zhenqi collapse in an instant. If it hadn't been for Ling Zhong who gave Lin Dao a breath of vitality, Lin Dao would have even thought that Ling Zhong was Ling Rui's undercover agent.

Yuanqi Dan temporarily protected Lin Dao's heart, but Lin Dao still couldn't stop hemoptysis.

"Young master, are you all right?" Ling Zhong seemed to realize that his action was a little heavy. In fact, he still left some strength, probably only seven layers of strength.

"It's nothing." Lin Dao endured the severe pain and took out a purple porcelain bottle from the Taotao tripod. After the porcelain bottle was opened, a dark purple thumb-sized elixir fell into Lin Dao's mouth. As soon as the elixir was imported, Lin Dao's body soon stopped shaking, but his lips turned whiter and whiter. After about two or three minutes, Lin Dao took a long breath and sighed, "I didn't expect that the distance was so big, and I used a six-turn elixir with a tight blow. Tut, I lost money. What do you mean..."

"The old slave deserves to die, young master Qing is guilty!" Ling Zhong immediately knelt down to Lin Dao.

"Zhongbo! Don't do this!" Lin Dao didn't have the extra strength to help Ling Zhong. "It's none of your business. I know you must have kept your hand. If I had done my best, I would have gone to see the King of Yan long ago."

To be honest, Lin Dao has always thought that his strength is good. After all, after Jiuyang's magic skills were selected into the second level, his physical strength and defense have been greatly improved. Even in the battle in the Thorn Forest, Lin Dao used his flesh and blood to resist the enemy's weapons, although Lin Dao has more or less I was still a little hurt, but that was the sum of the injuries in a battle. After that battle, Lin Dao found that an ordinary sword cut on him and could not break his skin defense at once. Lin Dao's skin was even like the leather armor of a low-level defense of Warcraft.

Originally, Lin Dao confidently thought that no matter how embarrassed he was, he should be able to defend against Ling Zhong's blow, but he didn't expect that Ling Zhong's simple blow would almost kill him, and without Liu Zhuan Dan, Lin Dao would have been dead now. This understanding between life and death makes Lin Dao have a deep understanding of martial arts.

Perhaps, some people will think that Lin Dao will give up after that, or let Ling Zhong descend, but Lin Dao still let Ling Zhong exert seven points of strength.

As a result, an hour later, Ling Zhong was numb. Even Ren Hongchang's face, who was watching, couldn't help but change slightly. At this time, Lin Dao still swallowed a few vitality pills and stood up tremblingly. In more than an hour, Lin Dao suffered a total of more than 130 punches from Ling Zhong. The speed and strength of each punch of Ling Zhong were almost the same, and every punch almost killed Lin Dao.

From beginning to end, Lin Dao had no chance to dodge, let alone fight back. From the perspective of Ling Zhong and Ren Hongchang, Lin Dao is simply abused. If he doesn't understand Lin Dao's character, others will think that Lin Dao is disappointed in love.

"Hey, hum, hahaha..." At this time, Lin Dao actually stood and giggled. Ling Zhong and Ren Hongchang looked at each other and felt incredible. At the same time, they both thought that Lin Dao might have been beaten dumbfounded.

"Young master, are you all right?" Ling Zhong cares about Tao.

Lin Dao waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's okay, but I can only stay here today. Let's continue tomorrow."

"Young master, this... This is not good. In case you make a mistake, the old slave can't make up for it." Ling Zhong was really worried about Lin Dao. After all, Lin Dao was beaten all over his body.

"I said it's okay, it's okay." Lin Dao wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I only have three Liuzhuan, and I have eaten one. Now I have two in stock. This thing is too precious for me at present. If only I could mass produce it."

No one can understand why Lin Dao is so abused, and Lin Dao doesn't explain much. With the passage of time, a week before the end of the blood killing group training, Lin Dao finally flashed Ling Zhong's first punch. At this time, Lin Dao was completely used to Ling Zhong's speed and strength. Although Ling Zhong has other martial arts skills, in terms of pure strength and speed alone, Lin Dao has been able to avoid being seconded by the king-level strong man. The danger of killing.

"Young master, are you still coming?" Ling Zhong is addicted to playing Lin Dao.

"I'll go! Do you think I'm stupid? Didn't you find that I don't have much vitality in my inventory? There should also be a certain degree of masochism, right? Lin Dao patted Ling Zhong on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Actually, you should also understand my intention. Uncle Zhong, tell me, among the king-level strong, even the king-level strong, can you kill me now?"

Ling Zhong meditated for a moment and shook his head and said, "No. The young master is talented and has strong defensive ability. Even if you punch me now, you will not be as miserable as you did at the beginning.

"Very good, that's what I want. As long as the king-level strongman can't kill me in seconds, then I'm completely sure that I can't beat the bottom of their feet before they launch a strong attack. This is Lin Dao's preparation for a rainy day. Lin Dao has always vaguely felt that there must be a killer mace for the old-fashioned humiliation. Maybe this killer mace is a king-level strongman. Once there is a war, if Ling Rui sends a king-level strong man to assassinate himself and dies, then everything will turn into a bubble, which Lin Dao absolutely does not want to see.

To put it bluntly, Lin Dao is afraid of death. But a dead person who can endure such cruel training in order to survive is also an alien.

Similarly, Lin Dao's blood killing team are all different. From the perspective of Ling Zhong and Ren Hongchang, Lin Dao and the blood killing team are perverts.

"When did they become so strong?" This is the only idea in Ren Hongchang's mind at this moment.

As early as five minutes ago, the blood killing team sneaked into the patrol area of the mountain thieves. In just five minutes, the blood killing team actually assassinated all the patrol mountain thieves on the periphery. None of the mountain thieves made a sound along the way, and they died quietly.

It can be said that Ren Hongchang watched these children grow up. From her point of view, these children are just pseudo-masters forcibly raised by Lin Dao with elixir. However, after seeing their superb killing methods and strong psychological quality, Ren Hongchang was shocked. She looked at Lin Dao beside her and found that there was no surprise on Lin Dao's face, as if it was taken for granted.

"It's okay." When Lin Dao saw Ren Hongchang looking at him, he nodded slightly and said something that made Ren Hongchang very depressed.

Of course, Ren Hongchang didn't know. In fact, when these children poked the dagger in their hands into the heart of the mountain thief, their hearts beat several times faster than usual. Each of them was so nervous that even their toes were shaking, but out of a habit, they habitually stabbed the mountain thieves to death. Because they are used to this kind of killing skill, the speed of daggers, and the smell of blood, but they are more or less psychologically uncomfortable.

But after they killed more than a dozen patrol mountain thieves, the devil's heart hidden by these teenagers jumped out. Lin Dao found that the eyes of every blood young player were shining. They had experienced the pleasure of killing, and what Lin Dao needed was this feeling!

What is blood killing? It is a kind of killing machine that is more crazy than a demon.

If anyone comments on the Blood Killing Team in the future, the comment Lin Dao wants to hear most is: "They are not human beings, they are demons from hell. No, they are more horrible than demons!" They are all perverts!"

In this world where the strong are like a forest and full of plots and tricks, Lin Dao believes that only absolute strength can stand firm, challenge others, protect his family, and become a hegemon and benefit the people.

Killing is what Lin Dao thinks at present.

In the next half hour, the blood killing team suddenly calmed down, and orders came from Jiang Qin's mouth, and the team members carried it out unconditionally.

"Head, the periphery has been killed by us. Do you want to sneak into their cottage next?" A blood-killing team member shuttled through the bushes like a mouse, and then rushed to Jiang Qin, who was lying in a dense grass outside the gate of the cottage.

"No, we are not familiar with the situation inside and can't act rashly." Jiang Qin has always remembered Lin Dao's words in his mind. They are a whole. 51 people must go in and 51 people come back alive. "We can't have any casualties. You have to remember."

"Yes, but what should we do?"

"Wait, wait for Zhen Yi." Jiang Qin looked at the high place behind the cottage and whispered.