Rise Against Desperation

At the time of the Lin clan meeting, he knew that Lin Nantian's move was very powerful. What's more, Lin Nantian has instilled black spirit into himself, and the violent waves that he produced shocked the mountains. If he took it hard, he might hurt himself.

With the stick back, Xiao Cheng's soft step of catching Zen is quickly applied to the extreme. He narrowly avoids a shot stabbed from the sky. The gunfire carries martial Qi like a knife like a blade, sweeping towards the retreating Lin ya.

Tieyanjue can hold up the light wall of real words, so can his Sansheng Bolong skill. The golden light shield supported by tieyanjue is in sharp contrast to the yellow iron rock resolution of Lin family.

Even though Lin Ya can't even be a beginner now, it's enough to resist the blade released by Lin Nantian.

"You really have the forging skill higher than that of the Lin family." Seeing the greedy color in Lin Nantian's eyes, Lin Ya's mouth with a smile, "want?"

Although Lin Nantian's marksmanship is amazing, if he uses eight kinds of random fists, combined with the strength of the dragon in his body, he can kill Lin Nantian instantly.

But Lin Ya didn't do that. He wanted to use Lin Nantian to sharpen his stick technique to chop characters, so he attacked Lin Nantian every time.

Lin Nantian long spear horizontal dance, see the raging waves Zhen Yue did not hurt Lin bud, then quickly used the frost Hua dance.

If he continued to use the fourth form of the bluster spear, it was obvious that Lin Nantian could not support the continuous exertion even if he was filled with black air at this time, so he quickly switched to the third form of the bluster spear to deal with Lin ya.

He can see that Lin Ya is extremely flexible and has a strong sense of fighting. He didn't intend to hit Lin Ya directly before. Instead, he wanted to hurt Lin Ya with the blade of his gun. He didn't expect to be seen through in an instant.

It's a range attack. Although it's not as amazing as the fourth type of raging waves, it's also quite powerful.

Lin ya, who was not waiting to die, held up his iron stick against the ice and fire and went straight ahead to Lin Nantian, holding up his iron stick and chopping his head.

"Dang HISHI." Lin Nantian, who has black gas bonus, can't be knocked to death by Lin ya. Every time he gets close, he is blocked by his long gun.

The sound of metal collision resounded through the night, and their weapons had already crossed for more than a hundred times. The more Lin Nantian hit his brow, the more excited Lin Ya was.

During the 100 weapon exchanges, he felt the trace of rhythm, which was so familiar. Just like that night, he beat back the lizard type spirit beast with a gentle wave.

Familiar with this rhythm, Lin Ya's beating frequency accelerates again. He feels the rhythm. The more excited he is, he has forgotten that he is in the world of ice and fire.

Most of his clothes were burned, but he didn't care how frost Hua danced. Now he just wanted to feel the rhythm. He didn't care. But Lin Nantian has a problem.

Lin Ya played like a mad dog. Black air poured into his body to strengthen his body. He didn't feel much when the first 100 weapons hit him. After all, he also had a body strengthened by black gas. However, after the 200th impact, Lin Nantian's arms began to numb.

Lin Caixuan stood in the distance, watching the battle between the two men. It should have been an hour for them to fight, but they were still fighting as if they were not tired, which made Lin Caixuan have to be surprised.

It was hard for him to imagine why he could carry out such a long-lasting white hot battle just in the realm of martial arts. On the contrary, Lin Ya's momentum was still growing higher and higher. As for Lin Nantian, who was surrounded by black gas, was gradually withering.

Water and fire can burn his clothes, but he can't hurt his skin. Therefore, Lin Ya can attack so quickly. However, Lin Nantian can't bear to be forced by Lin ya at this time. His long spear is up and his hair is in a mess.

His eyes fiercely stare at Lin ya, "the wild waves shake the mountain." It was as if he was going to defeat Lin with his words.

A trace of black air poured into the gun tip. The originally heavy gun tip was more thick and concise. These black air currents gave off a strong killing opportunity, which was enough to pass through any monk in the martial realm, and could easily result in the life of the warrior realm, which was extremely powerful.

He met Lin Nantian's spear for more than 300 times, all of which were decided by chopping words. It was as if he was practicing martial arts. However, he quickly mastered the rhythm when fighting.

He didn't care about the black airflow of Lin Nantian's gun tip. At the moment, he closed his eyes and looked for the trace of rhythm. He could feel that hope was in front of him and could catch it immediately.

In Lin Nantian's opinion, Lin Ya closed his eyes as if to humiliate him, "what if you are a rebel? Today you must die under the power of my great God." The roar of rage resounded through the night.

Lin Nantian's spear is gradually approaching Lin Ya's head. At this time, he also shows an excited and nervous look of expectation, as if Lin Ya has become a dead man.

At this time, his eyes opened slowly."Bang."

With only one sound, Lin Nantian withdrew and retreated. He didn't know what happened. The only thing he could remember now was that when his long gun was about to be inserted into Lin Ya's forehead, his spear suddenly stopped.

After thinking about it carefully, Lin Nantian looks at the iron stick in Lin Ya's hand. He knows the reason. The pitted iron stick interrupts his half spirit weapon.

Lin Ya doesn't know what it is, but he knows that it is a force of artistic conception. He can't explain exactly what kind of artistic conception is. His cultivation is still shallow, and it is difficult to get in touch with such advanced martial arts knowledge.

He has only heard of this kind of artistic conception in ancient history. If he has the artistic conception, all the plants and plants can turn soldiers into soldiers and kill people. His iron breaks Lin Nantian's half spirit weapon, which should be one of the artistic conception.

With the mentality of striking while the iron is hot, Lin Ya waves the iron stick at will, keeping his heart like a mirror. He only has a stick in his eyes, as if this is the only stick for the world.

Everything that appears is an obstacle to the stick. With his eyes closed, he slowly felt the rhythm of the stick. Lin Nantian looked at the iron bar getting closer and closer.

However, he wanted to escape, but could not escape, as if locked in his own general. Barely avoid the head, under a stick hit in his right arm.

A sharp pain and a huge force from the top to the bottom made him kneel on one knee on the ground. He looked up his unwilling head and looked at Lin Ya's unspeakable horror, "what kind of stick is this?"