Rise Against Desperation

The more excited Lin Liu said, he licked his lips, and the machete in his hand danced again. The snake like spirit that spread all over his body now and then revealed a vicious breath.

"You seem to have forgotten my existence."

Words from Lin Wushuang, now he stood in front of Lin Liu, a faint word.

"You?" Lin Liu looked at Lin Wushuang up and down, "are you also the reverse Walker of heaven and earth?" In the words, in the face of shock, Lin Ya gave a blow. He knew that this kind of martial arts can never be measured by common sense.

"I'm not."

Lin Liu burst out laughing after hearing the speech, "since it's not heaven and earth's rebel, and I have no equivalent martial spirit, where can we fight with me?"

Lin Wushuang was silent and slowly picked up the knife in his hand, "tick tock!" The blade cut the blood and the blood fell on the blade.

Lin Wushuang's movements were seen in Lin Mo Ran's body that night. This is the unique move of the person who released blood essence and opened the heart of the sword.

The person with the heart of the sword releases the blood essence, which is a fight to the death. The essence blood is slowly integrated into the blade tip, and then a strong force begins to climb rapidly.

"No wonder Lin Wushuang said before that he could fight with Wu Hun state. This time, he was right." I can see that Lin Wushuang's momentum from the peak of the 10th section of martial arts quickly approached the first level cultivation of Wuling state, and then began to be equal to the cultivation of Wuling state.

Lin Liu was hit hard by Lin Ya long before, and his momentum has not climbed to the initial peak. Now Lin Liu looks at Lin Wushuang who is equal to his own momentum, and his killing intention is more and more intense in his eyes.

"It seems that you not only have the spirit of Dao, but also have the heart of Dao. I will kill you in the bud tonight."

After the words, Lin flows, the machete in his hand swings toward Lin Wushuang's left arm, "soul stirring knife." With the sound of a roar, the light of the sword bloomed in bursts of white light.

Looking at this white light, Lin Ya's eyes are a little trance. Obviously, this attack has some spirit attack means, "three soul determination." Lin Wushuang, who was confused at the beginning, was sober up again.

See the machete has been close to his left arm, critical moment, "force split mountains and rivers." A burst of angry voice from the mouth of Lin Wushuang.

Lin Wushuang, who has released the blood from the heart of the sword, has greatly improved both in power and movement speed. This moves out a large amount of white Sabre Qi and attacks the nearby forest stream.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

Lin Wushuang vomited a mouthful of blood again. Lin Liu, as a martial spirit state practitioner, is not feeling well at the moment. He has been stabbed by Lin Wushuang at a short distance. At the moment, he spreads from neck to waist with a long scratch.

The scratch is faint and some blood is about to spill over the skin. Lin Wushuang looks at the shattered coat on his chest, and his eyes show a ferocious look. "It's a teenager who broke the martial gas barrier. If you don't kill you tonight, it will be a disaster later."

As soon as the words came out of the forest, the martial spirit of the whole body became more and more intense, and a stream of black gas gathered towards the machete.

In the face of such prestige, Lin Wushuang's eyes showed a dignified color, but he did not panic, "the sword falls to Shura." The faint voice seems to have thought for a long time.

Lin Wushuang didn't turn his head, but said faintly to Lin Ya with his back, "this move may make me lose my mind. If I die, you remember to run."

Without too many words, Lin Ya is about to stand up and walk toward Lin Wushuang, "don't come here. If you don't distinguish between the enemy and me, I will be possessed by this."

At the moment, he pointed his knife at Lin Liu, who was gathering black gas. "As a rebel of the Lin family, I will fight until the last trace of blood runs out."

Maintaining the action of pointing Lin Liu with a short knife, Lin Wushuang seems to have some changes at the moment. His long hair, which is like a black shawl, is gradually turning white, and his breath is so terrible that people can't figure out how strong it is.

There are not too many gorgeous moves. This move is called sword falling Shura. You can see from the name that this Sabre technique is extraordinary, but I don't know what kind of level of martial arts it is.

Seeing that Lin Wushuang's hair turned white, the momentum quickly climbed up again, and the forest flow began to panic. When all the black gas gathered, they quickly split toward Lin Wushuang.

In the night sky, a strong black air machete seems to be turned into hundreds of meters, and it cuts down from the sky. With the strong wave of martial spirit, the surrounding rocks, plants and plants are turned into dust.

In the face of the black air saber from the sky, Lin Wushuang's eyes also turned into white. He looked at the direction of the forest flow and couldn't see how Lin Wushuang moved. Only a breath of time was close to Lin liushuang, who was 50 meters away.

His eyes did not have any look, just quietly staring at Lin Liu, "Dao falls to Shura." It's too late to avoid such a close cut.

In the face of Lin Wushuang's sudden closeness, he suffered a loss on Lin Ya's body, and immediately held up the substantial iron rock decision with shocking eyes.

However, the iron rock at the moment is just like paper paste in front of Lin Wushuang's short knife. The short knife is blooming with white light, which is not martial Qi, but the white light produced by the mixture of sword Qi and martial Qi.

Lin Liu finally showed a look of fear when he touched the short knife. If he had not been hit by Lin ya, he could have withstood such a knife with his cultivation.However, at the moment, he is at the end of his tether. In the face of this quick cut, there is only a thick color of fear in his eyes.

"Wow

After the waist separation, the trees in the rear were all cut off, and the sword Qi spread for more than 60 meters, showing a fan-shaped long.

Looking at Lin Liu lying on the ground and still breathing, Lin Wushuang's white pupils stare quietly. After a knife is cut off again, a generation of martial spirit strongmen will fall.

If someone stopped to watch at the moment, they would be extremely shocked. Two martial monks broke the martial gas barrier and killed the strong one in the martial spirit realm. This phenomenon only appears in the history books, but it is seen by them today.

Although Lin Liu now body meteorite, but Lin bud at the moment some worried color to see to Lin Wushuang, "Lin Wushuang, can you be ok?"

Hearing Lin Ya's words, Lin Wushuang suddenly turns around, the knife in his hand is lost in the middle of his right hand, and there is no trace of emotion in his white hair, white eyebrow and white pupil.

Lin Ya knew that he also regarded himself as the enemy. He was ready to fight. He put on the posture of eight style random boxing. "Although you are in a strong state, those two knives have emptied your body's martial Qi, knocked you unconscious and then took away."

After murmuring to himself, Lin Ya is about to use catch Zen soft step close, Lin Wushuang suddenly fell down.

Unknown so Lin Ya immediately went forward, at the moment he is still with a cautious color, afraid that Lin Wushuang suddenly feigned a corpse and waved a knife to himself.