Swordsmen are not stupid people, so they know what's going on. It's enough to sell two-thirds on behalf of others, and keep the remaining one-third on your own.

If not, what accident will happen eventually, the loser will be himself. What's more, Lin's family has a lot of talents, so he won't be so stupid to show all his strength.

"Swordsman, this is not like you. You never give up until you reach your goal. Now you are soft?"

With a frown on his face, Lin Tianba looked at the swordsman who still had his strength: "anyway, you are the elder of our Lin family, but you can't lose face like this."

Cough, cough, cough

After coughing hard for two times, the swordsman sighed deeply: "master Lin, which one is important, face or life? I don't have to say much about it? What's more, Lin fan is at the end of his poverty, and he can't afford any waves. As long as he finds someone to come over, he can be killed 100 percent. "

The swordsman didn't lie, but it was true. He was so tired that he must be Lin fan. Although I want to pretend to be forced, I can't do it like this, and he has shown enough just now.

"The end of the strong crossbow, Lin Tianba, do you believe it?"

Spat to the ground, Lin Fan took out a yuan Qi Dan and put it in his mouth: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I just ate a low-grade healing pill, and now I'm eating Yuanqi pill."

Inhale ~ exhale ~

take a breath and then spray it out. Lin Fan feels comfortable with the whole person and thief: "see? It's so simple. I have more pills in Fuzhuan, and I have more. I can consume them with you slowly."

"Ha ha, you boy is quite able to pretend to be forced at this time."

Disdainfully turned his lips, and the swordsman sneered, "I don't know how many murderers I kill every day, how much vitality do you have in your body, and how long can you persist?"

All of them are in a dead end. They just want to fight for time to run. This point can be seen through at a glance by the swordsman, and this also confirms that Lin fan is dead.

"Swordsman, do you really think you still retain your strength?"

Looking at the swordsman with a smile on his face, Lin Fan said with a smile, "can you tell me how many moves I played against you when we were fighting just now?"

"Thirty moves in all. I remember all your moves."

When it comes to the battle process, the swordsman hums coldly: "you have used all your strength in these 30 moves. Now you have no extra strength. You don't need to delay any more."

"I used thirty-one moves just now, one of which you didn't notice."

Pointing to the position between the eyebrows, Lin Fan didn't understand: "don't you feel it? Your Yintang acupoint should be a little prickly. It's time to see."

Thirty one moves? Yintang?

Frowning, the swordsman still subconsciously reaches out to touch the location of the Yintang. I didn't feel anything, but I don't know if it's a psychological effect. I really feel a little tingling.

"Any opponent who plays with me will gain more or less."

With a deep sigh, Lin Fan snapped his finger and said, "what will be the result of the move in Yintang cave? As a swordsman, you should be very clear."

Yes, of course the swordsman knows.

If Yintang acupoint is attacked, the end result will be either serious injury or death, so the martial arts will worry about the location of Yintang point in the fight. That is why they bombard the opponent's front door directly. That's the principle.

But the swordsman couldn't think about it. He didn't give Lin Fan a chance just now. In other words, Lin fan is bluffing. The so-called 31 moves do not exist at all