"Fortunately, at least a second-level strongman!"

Lin Mo struggled to stand up from the pile of ruins.

The Knight's sword with both hands was completely distorted. He touched his left wrist without any concern, and in the blink of an eye, he was swallowed by the "Phantom Square", leaving only some non-metallic fragments and threw them on the ground.

If you throw away the monster for nothing, it would be a pity. It would be better to add some maintenance time to the "illusion square".

The plug-in left for me by the gold coins is like a bottomless pit. I swallowed more than 30 tons of gold coins before I set off without burping. Fortunately, I am a professional dragon raising enterprise, and I can feed them both either the golden dragon or the silver dragon.

"Second level?! Leave it to me, those miscellaneous fish belong to you!"

The old stonemason turned around with his hammer, blocked Lin Mo, and stared coldly at the powerful man from the Underworld Palace.

The "Sacred Light Judgmenter" does not show his power, do he think he is a young nun?

"Okay!"

Lin Mo pondered for a moment. When his Earth Science and Technology Battle Equipment was on the ground, it was very suitable to deal with these minions.

"Today, everyone except that Feizhuo will die!"

The dark blue battle aura suddenly became fierce. The strong man from the Nether God Palace pointed directly at the location of the old stonemason and Lin Mo. The killers behind him entered without any obstacles.

But he didn't know that the Feizhuo he was going to capture alive was almost killed by himself just now.

Two Type 92 combat pistols fell into their left and right hands. Lin Mo opened his bow left and right, turned around left and right, waved his arms, and the gunshots immediately broke out in the inn lobby.

Killers who had no experience in dealing with guns rushed over like moths rushing towards flames. The terrible stillness brought by the air-pointed warhead made them shot and stand up.

Boom! ~

The violent collision of war energy caused by the battle between the two strong men was like a strong tropical storm. In the blink of an eye, most of the inn lobby was flattened.

The lights went out, and snowflakes fell on the ruins. Two figures with fiery fighting spirits rose all over their bodies intersected with each other. The loud noise of weapons attacks spread throughout the earthen encirclement in the quiet snowy night.

The residents who were not affected by the battle shrank in the secret corner of their houses and shivered. It can be imagined that the two sides fighting were far more terrifying than those bandits. The only inn and merchants in the earthen wing were mostly in danger.

Those who can gain a foothold and do business here will not lack destiny. But they did not expect to be killed on such a snowy night.

"This old bone hasn't moved for almost thirty years, haha, please feel free!"

The old stonemason waved the hammer in his hand and hit the sharp blade in the hands of the powerful man in the Nether God Palace, and Mars jumped straight.

The opponent used his unique characteristics of water-based combat energy to continuously consume the terrible power transmitted from the hammer. If the long sword in his hand was not also a high-level alchemy weapon, otherwise he would have turned into a mess like those big roadgoers.

"Who are you? Why have I never heard of a person like you in the God Court?"

The powerful man from the Nether God Palace roared in anger. The opponent's battle qi level was clearly comparable to his own, but his moves were so skilled that he had extremely rich combat experience. The huge impact force transmitted from the sword almost couldn't hold it a few times, and he had to fight with 120,000 caution. Beware of being hit by the hammer with a weird hammer in the other party's hand.

In the battle just now, several killers were accidentally rubbed by the hammer, but they were as if they were hit by a giant hammer and fryed into minced meat.

"It seems that my old bone has been forgotten after all!"

The old stonemason Okro's tone was inexplicably more melancholy, which once made the enemy frightened. He even was awakened in a nightmare and let out a shrill wailing master, the "Sacred Light Judgmenter", would have been forgotten.

Time is indeed a millstone that can erase all traces.

"Grandpa Okro! My construction is done here. Let's kill this guy together!"

Pulling off a magazine and changing to a magazine filled with 9mm caliber alchemy pistol bullets. Lin Mo pulled the bolt and pointed it at the powerful man from the Ming Shen Palace who was constantly intertwining with the old stonemason figures.

Although the other party's figure was illusory, there was no way to hide in Lin Mo's eyes, and the muzzle could always lock the other party's moving figure.

In the collapsed inn lobby, the killer's corpse was covered with all over the floor. The amazing killing efficiency of the two Type 92 combat pistols did not allow a killer to successfully rush into the inn, killing them all on the spot, and no fish that missed the net.

"Okro?"

The powerful man from the Nether God Palace was stunned for a moment. The name had a vague sense of familiarity, and it seemed that he had heard it from somewhere.

Just as he was lost, a gunshot suddenly rang in his ears, and he quickly swung his sword to block it like a conditioned reflex.

When! ~

The sword body seemed to be hit hard by something, just like an adult strong man swung his sledgehammer and smashed it hard on the edge of his sword. A ball of extremely hot fire exploded.

"Ah!~" The powerful man from the Nether God Palace screamed, covered his face and retreated desperately until he retreated to the inn gate. However, he did not look at Lin Mo who shot him. Instead, he stared at the old stonemason and said word by word: "You, are you Okro?!"

He forced the battle energy to dispel the burning pain that covered half of his body, and the blue smoke surrounding his body gradually dissipated.

Blood kept coming out of his fingers covering his cheeks. Just now, a very fast thing cut a blood groove on his face at a speed that was lightning speed, almost cutting his face in half.

"Yes, I'm Okro! What? You bite me!"

The old stonemason's duck's throat was inexplicably proud. Under the rising flames of war, there was still an old man who was drooping, but a brave veteran.

“'Light Judgmenter'!”

A title that was once a formidable moment suddenly jumped out of his heart, and the powerful man from the Nether God Palace burst into tears.

The once famous strong man in the Divine Divine Court of Light did not expect that he was the old man whose half of his body had been buried in the loess.

A famous scholar would never be so relaxed in the battle just now if it weren't for the years of time.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that for so many years, someone would still remember my name!"

The old stonemason crossed the little hammer in his hand and sneered. Before he could see the God of Light, these little mice would not have any opportunity to take advantage of.

"Hmph! So what can you do if you are the 'Holy Light Judgmenter'? Let's take a look!"

The powerful man from the Nether God Palace retreated without hesitation. Facing the two powerful men in the position to join forces to attack, are they staying here to wait for death?!

Just now, another gunshot was heard, and an alchemy pistol bullet caught up with him who was jumping into the air.

"Ah! ~ Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

The screams quickly faded away, and the resentment in this guy's voice could still be heard. Since joining the Palace of the Underworld, he has never suffered such a heavy loss.

However, the current situation forced him to choose to retreat. The ordinary killer with only level 3 and 4 is not the opponent of two strong people at all. Moreover, seeing the old and young man with the same light element attributes rising, perhaps it was the inheritance trial of the new and old "Holy Light Judgmenters", he had no reason to give the other party a sword sacrifice to the trial.

As the powerful men of the Nether God Palace retreated with injuries, the killers no longer fought desperately to attack the inn, and the crazy fighting came to an abrupt end.

In the snowy night that has returned to silence, the rustling sound of snow falling, the sound of wood or bricks falling from collapsed buildings, and the sound of "shenyin" that has come and gone, become particularly clear and loud.

"All the people from the Nether God Palace were killed?"

The old stonemason knew the truth that the enemy would not pursue him, so he did not continue to pursue him. Instead, he looked at the earth enclosure covered by darkness and cold. He could not hear any sound, and no lights were on, and it was still silent.

"No! There are at least three hundred people!"

In the distance, the little orange-red infrared reaction of the human body did not relax Lin Mo. This should be considered a tentative sneak attack, but he was beaten to the front in advance.

This is just the first round. The powerful Ming Shen Palace has all the advantages of the home court, but still has enough energy.

"Hiss! ~ Trouble!"

The old stonemason grinned. Not to mention more than 300 people, even if he had to slaughter three hundred pigs, he would have to slaughter them for a while.

Lin Mo looked around and began to pull the wood on the ruins, regardless of size, thickness, completeness or fragmentation.

"Boy Feizhul, what are you going to do?"

The old stonemason Okro didn't understand what the young man did to pick up the garbage.

"Catch fire, light a few fires around the inn to fight for buffering!"

Lin Mo continued to pick up his head without raising his head, using the fire as an isolation buffer belt. On the one hand, he could prevent the other party from snooping, and on the other hand, he could also gain as much reaction time as possible for his party. After all, not everyone has a low light night vision or infrared thermal imaging system like a fish in water on this snowy night without any light source.

"Oh! I'll help you!"

Although I didn't understand, the old stonemason still felt that what the other party said made sense and was ready to help.

"No, you stare at this place, I'll be fine for a while."

Lin Mo's movements were fast, and his mental power was gently pulled. In a short while, all the wood used in the inn lobby was cleaned. Not far outside the inn wall, he threw out a pile of wood at a distance, and then put a bucket of turmeric oil from the Silver Dragon Egg talent space and poured it on.

He took out a match and took a random stroke. The small flame quickly ignited the tiny oil poured on the wooden pile. The burning fire immediately illuminated a large space outside the wall. This was not a fire that could be extinguished by shoveling a few large pieces of snow.

Although the replica yellow phosphorus matches are not very safe, there is no problem with the Silver Dragon Egg talent space.

The killers of the Nether God Palace, who had just failed to attack, hid in the dark, enduring the wind and snow, and were busy licking their wounds like wounds like wounded lone wolf. They could only watch Lin Mo quickly unload the fire belt, almost illuminating half of the earthen enclosure.

For Viscount Bunyantren and others, it is good to delay even a second more.
Chapter completed!