Collapse of Iron: From the practice of Taixu Sword Qi, the world is unrivaled

“Are you the Rememberer?”

Lin Mo asked tentatively. The Yellow Springs sword energy in one of the acupoints was already ready to go. Facing an opponent of this level, there was no reason for him to hide his weakness.

The sharp Taixu sword energy couldn't hurt him at all.

But it was different from the rememberers he had met before. His body was indeed real. He did not have the illusory feeling of those rememberers. It was not a meme body.

Lin Mo frowned. He had met many powerful people, many of whom were far beyond his level. Whether it was Mr. Tiernan or those swarms of stinging insects floating in the universe, if a real fight broke out, he would not even be qualified to look at them.

But he clearly felt that he had a chance to win against the middle-aged man in front of him with a strange temperament, but for some reason, his intuition told him that he could do nothing to this guy.

Even if I could win, I couldn't kill him.

Dickens's lips curled up into a smile, and with a casual touch, he filled the empty space in his chest, raised a thumb and said, "My name is Dickens, I'm just a passerby. Young man, you really have a good swordsmanship! I admire you!"

Lin Mo was silent. Although he was weak and exhausted now, but with the three sword energies from Master Huang Quan as a backup, he was confident that he could inflict an indelible shadow on the enemy, even if it was a Lingshi-level enemy, before he died.

After all, the power of nothingness would scare even those memory holders who have no entity.

Dickens was not angry when he saw Lin Mo ignored him. This man was indeed a man of strong will who could resist the temptation of the blessing of abundance. He really defeated the iron thorn and put his century-long plan to waste.

But it doesn't matter. His main goal on this planet has been achieved. The rest is just for fun. To be honest, whether Iron Thorn can eventually mechanize all the creatures on this planet is like watching an opera performance. The result is not important, but the process.

Dickens enjoyed the process immensely.

Hey, Lord Myth, you have to hold on to me, otherwise one day I might turn to the arms of that Joyful Star God!

"Little friend Lin Mo, I have no ill intentions, I'm just passing by to enjoy the scenery, don't be too impulsive!"

Dickens grinned.

Lin Mo thought about it, and moved his index finger on his sleeve slightly. The golden sword light pierced Dickens' body dozens of times like threading a needle, until there was a little fatigue in his eyes, and then it stopped. At this time, Dickens' body was full of holes, and the scenery behind him could be seen through these small holes.

However, this mysterious man still got away with nothing.

Looking at him happily, as if that body did not belong to him, what a strange ability!

A fierce look flashed in Lin Mo's eyes, and the Yellow Springs sword energy in his body was ready to move. This man was very dangerous, so he should chop him down first.

Dickens' eyes twitched, and he originally looked confident and wise, but in an instant he jumped back and retreated quickly, all the way to the ruined tower.

What the hell is this? How come this man suddenly has a powerful force in his body, just like the envoy of destruction - "Star Roar" that he secretly saw last time. It seems that this man really has the ability to kill him!

Dickens' eyes rolled around, and he had a hint of retreat in his heart. If he died tragically in such a small place because of something like this, it would be too...humiliating!

Lin Mo said with a smile: "Come over here, let's talk?"

Dickens behind the tower shook his head decisively, "I won't, unless you swear not to do anything to me."

Lin Mo suppressed the murderous intent in his heart and said calmly: "Let's talk first. Don't worry, I'm not unreasonable. If you can prove that you have no ill intentions and what happened here has nothing to do with you, I won't attack you. Even if we really fight, I'm not your opponent!"

"I won't, unless you swear not to do it first!"

Dickens hugged the wall and secretly poked his head out to observe.

Lin Mo frowned, "Why, your ability is invincible, how can I hurt you?"

Dickens bared his teeth and said, "Forget it, forget it. I'll just talk here. It's too hot under the sun. I'm afraid of getting tanned."

Lin Mo let out a long breath, stood up with Anna's help, and walked around the tower. Dickens was like a spider, circling on the wall, but not facing him.

The murderous intent in his heart grew stronger and stronger. This man might be the culprit behind all this. Even the strange statue of abundance on Wak Island might have been tampered by this guy. He couldn't be sure, it was just a hunch.

Ever since he practiced the "Sword Heart Sutra", his intuition has always been very accurate.

Dickens lay on the wall, looking at Lin Mo cautiously, "Little guy, stop pretending, this evil spirit is almost in your head, your face is black, don't tell me that your face is dirty, and I am very weak, I can't beat any of you here, if you don't swear not to fight, I will slip away now!"

It's all nonsense, not a single word of truth!

Lin Mo's eyes changed slightly, and he relaxed the Yellow Springs sword energy in his acupoints, regaining his calm state, and showing a hint of "kindness" smile: "Okay, okay, I promise I will never do anything to you, okay, you come down first!"

Dickens curled his lips, made a face and smiled: "Do you think I believe it?"