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Chapter five hundred and seventy-two: Martial arts battle (thirty-two)

The expressions of the people of the sects and families changed. Wu Lin was right. Every word of this technique is very important. After obtaining the technique, they had to figure it out word by word.

But if Wu Lin really did this, wouldn't he suffer?

"Even if we kill them, what if you do the same." Wu Lin's words were naturally questioned.

"Don't worry, I'll give you the original ones then." Wu Lin had a solution for this, but he looked at these people's eyes and wanted to capture him alive, so he directly questioned the original "Taiping Yaoshu": "I didn't bring it with me. If you want it, wait until you finish killing someone, otherwise you will kill one and I will recite it? Those just now were given for free."

This made people kill themselves and for a moment, the atmosphere between the two sides became very stiff.

The sects and families are wondering whether this is worth it. If you really listen to Wu Mingkong's words, you will definitely offend the court. How can you get good results for them in the future?

"I can give the secret book to the court, and I can help you stay alive." Zhu Sheng and the remaining people looked at each other and confirmed that it would be feasible.

Wu Lin didn't believe this.

"Yes, yes, but I have the conditions. All of you who are chasing me commit suicide. I will hand over the secret book immediately." Wu Lin is not stupid. If he handed over it, he will really be alive. This is his life-saving talisman.

As soon as these words were said, everyone in the court looked ugly, and the murderous eyes seemed to be about to cut Wu Lin alive.

"You are seeking death." Zhu Sheng said in a cold tone.

"I'm for your own good, and this is loyal to the country. As long as you commit suicide, you can not only obtain my skills, but also kill me without the protection of my skills. You can kill two birds with one stone. Do you think so?" Wu Lin was not afraid. Zhu Sheng wanted to do something and had to see if the people from the sect and the aristocratic family agreed.

"What my little brother said is reasonable. I believe in my little brother's character, so I will definitely do it." The leader of the Netherworld Sect is still an old Yin-Yang man? His tone is particularly harsh.

Everyone is dead? Who are you given the martial arts?

If you really give the court, what are they trying to do? What’s the point of being famous?

All nonsense? Everyone is dead? What's the use of getting fame?

"Look, I have raised the conditions for both parties? What do you think? Are you planning to use a strong bet to bet authentically or to take the original one?" Wu Lin saw this scene and directly added fuel to the fire.

"Who knows whether you were originally true or false? If even originally false? That would be interesting." Fang Yushu smiled. Wu Lin had Zhang Liang's plan, so he naturally had a wall ladder.

As long as Wu Lin's martial arts are killed, it will be faked, so that this thorn will take root in the hearts of the world and the sect? Then follow this opportunity to open a gap? There is a possibility of breaking the deadlock.

"What he said makes sense, but can you believe this? They don't care about the martial arts, they just want me to die." Wu Lin also responded with the situation.

All aristocratic families and sects of the court naturally knew what kind of virtue they were. They wanted them to die, and they didn’t give them any room for development.

"I think the words of my little brother make sense? Is this true, otherwise you will commit suicide? We will send the martial arts back to the court for you and jointly seek a title for you? Not only will we shine our ancestors, but we can also protect our descendants? Leave your name in that history? It can be said to be famous for the past forever." The tone of the Zheng family is not like a false statement? He also brought out all the righteousness of the world and the descendants of the ancestors. It is worthy of being a noble family, and people say so righteously when they die.

The people in the imperial court looked even worse, and we had to die, and then you would benefit?

Now this situation is already in a difficult situation.

The number of people is dominant, with thirty-six ninth-grade gods, and only eight are here in the imperial court.

But the sects and families are afraid of the power of the court. It is okay to kill these eight people, but there will definitely be losses. Everyone cherishes their lives and does not want to die.

If you really fight, you might be fled, but the consequences are serious.

They are not sure whether they can withstand the subsequent revenge of the court. Although they have a large number of people now, once they return to their own power, they will definitely not be as good as the court.

When the army is approaching, they can't help but be able to do so.

They were in a stalemate, and Wu Lin was much more confident.

"What are you thinking about? You can't keep a stalemate like this. If you want to kill and cut, you will be accurate. If you stay like this, the weather will be cold." At some point, the wind and rain stopped, and the clouds cleared and the fog dissipated. Wu Lin actually, after the force of using the five-way divine thunder just now, the oil was basically gone and the lamp was dry.

In addition, the altar was destroyed and its combat power has returned to normal level.

Su Wei was also quite miserable, so she took a few moves, but she had not recovered yet, so she had to hold on to her momentum.

Wu Lin suddenly realized that it seemed like a desperate situation now, and the eldest brother was not around, so could he use the "Secret Technique of Saving Life"?

"Why don't you try?" Wu Lin felt a little excited.

Su Wei looked at Wu Lin's appearance and felt a little terrified. She naturally guessed that Wu Lin wanted to use the "Secret Technique of Saving Life". This thing seemed unreliable at first glance, and maybe she would even lose someone before she died.

"Cough cough, cough cough." After clearing his throat, everyone's eyes noticed Wu Lin again.

"Brother, help me~~"

The voice was extremely loud and loud, and everyone was shocked. Damn, this Wu family is a brother.

There is only one here, so doesn’t it mean that there is another hiding nearby? No wonder Wu Lin is fearless.

In an instant, everyone became alert. Wu Lin, as his younger brother, was so strong. How strong should Wu Mingkong be? He just waited for a long time but nothing happened, and he couldn't help but feel speechless.

Especially Su Wei, she knew that this was just a joke.

But Wei Feng suddenly felt shocked all over, and the extremely resentful malice surged from all directions, and his whole body became stiff. In his mind, countless twisted souls surged out from a door.

"This is impossible. How could Tianmen find me? How could it be? I am obviously a living person, I am obviously a living person." Wei Feng kept shouting in his heart that it was impossible, but his mouth could not even squirm because of fear.

"I found him, here."

"I want to torture first, I want to torture first [Bayi Chinese website     www.x81zw.info]."

"No, he is mine, he is mine, you are not allowed to move."

"It's obviously my first, I have to do it first. I'll hear him scream for a hundred years."

One by one, overlapping and resentful voices kept coming from afar, and everyone felt a little bad, and Wei Feng's face was filled with the expression of fear to the extreme.
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