stimulated the power of the natural bloodline, and the strength of the man in the trench coat instantly rose to a new level.

Lin Fang was caught off guard, and was caught off guard, and the long sword formed by the Book of Light in his hand only came to protect it, and at the same time, his body exploded, temporarily avoiding its edge.

The speed has increased, and the strength has also increased to a certain extent.

The power of the innate bloodline?

Lin Fang was forced to retreat step by step, while observing carefully.

With the speed and strength of the man in the trench coat at this time, Lin Fang would often be in the first or second sword even if he cast the Nebula Nine Swords, and at most the third sword would be forcibly interrupted, and it seemed that the other party had also noticed the special superimposed attributes of the Nebula Nine Swords. Therefore, often without waiting for Lin Fang's superimposed swords, the man in the trench coat would use all his strength to break Lin Fang's Nebula Nine Swords.

However, after Lin Fang finally retreated to the eighth step, Lin Fang suddenly shouted, and then instantly activated the power of the natural bloodline, the power of Haoyang, and then gathered the strength of his whole body and slashed towards the man in the trench coat.

The two swords resonated, and after Lin Fang activated the power of the talent bloodline Haoyang, Lin Fang's strength skyrocketed instantly, and the man in the black windbreaker was instantly knocked out again.

The backflip landed, and then he took a few steps back, unloading the huge force transmitted through the Yang Ming Sword, feeling the faintly numb right hand that was shocked, and the man in the black windbreaker stared at Lin Fang fiercely.

Suddenly, the strength of a body skyrocketed, the strength of the innate bloodline, and it was obviously not a low-level talent bloodline, it seemed to be at least a medium talent bloodline, and it was mainly based on the increase in strength.

More importantly......, the man in the black trench coat slowly turned his gaze to the long sword formed by the Book of Light in Lin Fang's hand.

Fought with the Yang Ming Sword so many times, and was unscathed, a spirit-level long sword?

The reason why the spirit weapon-level long sword is a spirit weapon, even if it is only a low-grade spirit weapon, but no matter the sharpness or the efficiency of the use of the true element, it is far above the ordinary array weapon.

Generally, when array weapons and spirit weapons fight each other, they are often injured by the sharpness of spirit weapons.

If the gap is too large, or even a confrontation, the array weapon will be directly cut off by the spirit weapon, which is why the spirit weapon is so much more expensive than the array weapon, and it is usually priceless.

Not only does he have a talented bloodline, but he also looks like he is still a mid-grade, and he has a spirit-level weapon in his hand.

And the most important thing is that he has just advanced to the innate fifth order, and he can actually fight on a par with him.

That's right, he is indeed injured, and his strength has fallen to almost half of what he was in his heyday, but even so, he has a strength that is no less than that of an ordinary innate sixth-order martial artist.

Not to mention, the innate bloodline power Qingluan Transformation he possessed, and the spirit weapon-level long sword, these were far from being possessed by ordinary innate sixth-order martial artists.

It seems that this damn sewer rat is no ordinary character either.

The furious look on the man's face in the black trench coat slowly disappeared, and little by little he began to calm down.

At this moment, the scene has far exceeded his expectations, he can no longer do it casually, he must take it seriously, otherwise, if he is not careful, he may really capsize in the gutter.

However, it's not just a rat, it's just a mouse, and since I want you to die, you have to die.

The man in the black trench coat stared at him, and then finally concentrated on making a move with all his strength, only to see his feet flick violently, and then rushed towards Lin Fang in an instant.

"Peacock swordsmanship, open the screen!"

I saw that the Yangming Sword in the hand of the man in the black windbreaker seemed to turn into a phantom, and dozens of swords were like peacocks opening the screen, instantly enveloping all the forests.

However, Lin Fang was not timid, the power of Haoyang in his body was agitated, the innate Gang Qi was running, his feet stepped on the Nebula Ghost Step, and the Nebula Nine Swords in his hand went straight up.

After the man in the black trench coat got serious, his strength was really different, and he was actually entangled with Lin Fang, who had stimulated the power of the talented bloodline Haoyang, the two of them came and went, one peacock swordsmanship, one Nebula Nine Swords, the sword light flickered, roared, and the explosions continued.

In the open space where the battlefield was located, the ground seemed to be swept by a typhoon, and it was a mess, with countless potholes on the ground.

The man in the black trench coat was often knocked away by Lin Fang's tremendous power far beyond that of ordinary innate sixth-order martial artists, and Lin Fang was also forced to retreat by the swift speed of the man in the black trench coat from time to time.

The two were so entangled for more than ten minutes, and they were actually comparable.

Once again, the Yang Ming Sword and the long sword formed by the Book of Light fought fiercely together, only to see that the man in the black trench coat was once again knocked out by Lin Fang's exaggerated force.

Flying upside down, he stabilized his body in mid-air, and then backflipped to the ground, and the moment he landed, he was about to rush towards Lin Fang again on tiptoe, but suddenly, the face of the man in the black trench coat changed, and then the Yang Ming sword in his hand slashed in front of him.

Hearing only the sound of "bump", a true yuan bullet was swept out by the Yang Ming sword and hit a big tree not far away, and in an instant, the true yuan bullet exploded, leaving a huge hole on the ancient tree that was more than a meter thick.

"True Yuan Gun!" The man in the black trench coat looked at Lin Fang, who was holding the True Yuan Spear in his left hand, with an ugly face.

However, Lin Fang didn't speak, and the Zhenyuan gun in his hand fired four more shots in a row, and the four Zhenyuan bullets sealed all the directions that the man in the black windcoat could move.

There was no way to avoid it, and I saw the Yang Ming Sword in the hand of the man in the black windbreaker flashing one after another, knocking the four True Yuan bullets away one by one.

Lin Fang didn't stop, and with four more shots, the man in the black trench coat knocked it away again.

Although the Zhenyuan gun didn't hit, Lin Fang didn't care, the Zhenyuan gun in his hand didn't stop, and the continuous Zhenyuan bullets blasted towards the man in the black windbreaker.

Lin Fang didn't forget what the man in the black trench coat said.

"I'll tell you a good news, that is, I don't like the Zhenyuan gun very much, so I don't practice much, and my marksmanship is not very good."

The man in the black trench coat is not good at marksmanship, but on the contrary, Lin Fang is best at guns.

Although Lin Fang's basic strength is solid, his strength is far superior to that of innate martial artists of the same level, and he can even fight with martial artists of a higher order, and even after stimulating the power of the innate bloodline, he still has the strength to kill people beyond the level.

But for Lin Fang, what he is really good at is guns, after all, this is his old job.

And knowing that the man in the black trench coat was not good at marksmanship, with such a strong advantage, how could Lin Fang give up.

Lin Fang's combat strength surprised the man in the black trench coat, but the strength of the man in the trench coat surprised Lin Fang. You know, now he is seriously injured, and he can fight him in a serious state, if it is ...... heyday.

Now that the feud between the two has been concluded, and it is almost endless, then, Lin Fang must definitely seize this opportunity to press the man in the trench coat to death here at one time.

Otherwise, if he misses this time, he may not be able to meet the man in the trench coat when he is seriously injured next time.

Therefore, since he knew that the man in the black trench coat was not good at marksmanship, how could Lin Fang give up such a huge advantage.

Lin Fang looked coldly at the man in the black trench coat, and the True Yuan Gun in his hand continued to fire continuously.

At this time, the face of the man in the black trench coat was surprisingly ugly, in the past, the Zhenyuan Gun had never looked in his eyes, in his opinion, the "old-fashioned" attack method of the Zhenyuan Gun could be flashed casually, and in the battle of the real master, it was almost a waste-like existence.

But now, in the True Yuan Gun, which he didn't look down on before, he felt a strong threat. The strong prediction made the man in the black trench coat feel that no matter which direction he dodged, he would be hit by the True Yuan bullet.

The attack power of the fifth-level true element gun is far from being comparable to the sixth-level true element gun, but the human body is not a mutated beast after all, and some mutant beasts with strong defense can even ignore the attack of the true element gun, but the human body is absolutely unable to do it.

And although he has the protection of the sixth-level array soft armor on his body, his hands, feet, and head are places that the soft armor cannot protect at all.

And Lin Fang's target was obviously also eyeing these places of his.

Damn, damn it, damn .......

The man in the black trench coat kept knocking away the real yuan bullets that were fired, and instantly knocked the four true yuan bullets that came from him, and then suddenly, the black trench coat man's face changed suddenly, and then he saw a black shadow shrouded in front of him, only to see Lin Fang holding the long sword formed by the Book of Light appeared in front of him at the moment when the man in the black trench coat shot the real yuan bullet, and then slashed down with a sword.

Imbued with Lin Fang's innate qi, coupled with the increase in the power of the innate bloodline Haoyang, and the assistance of the Book of Light long sword, this sword instantly split the man in the black trench coat dozens of meters away.

It's a pity that the long sword of the man in the black trench coat blocked too quickly, otherwise, this sword would have ended the battle.

A cold sweat oozed from the forehead of the man in the black windbreaker, and he gasped heavily, staring at Lin Fang, who had the long sword in his right hand and the true yuan spear in his left hand, his eyes burning with anger.

"It seems that I am not the one who is going to die today." Lin Fang walked towards the man in the black trench coat step by step, with a constant sneer on his face.

The man in the black trench coat spat out a mouthful of blood that overflowed from his mouth, and then stared at Lin Fang viciously with his eyes: "If my strength is in its heyday, do you dare to say such a thing?" Damn stinky rats! ”

As he spoke, the man in the black trench coat faintly regretted it for the first time.

Perhaps, he should come after the damn sewer rat after healing from his injuries.

Or, as long as you recuperate a little, you don't have to be all right, it is enough to recover seven or eight percent of your strength, and it won't take much time.

Even he faintly regretted that maybe he shouldn't have caught up.

Isn't it just a stinky mouse? If you run, you will run, as for the four Bodhi fruits, they are only more than a billion lower grade spirit stones, what is it for him?

Maybe.......

Lin Fang was not provoked by the man in the windbreaker, and said coldly: "It's a pity that your current strength is not in its heyday, so the one who dies can only be you." ”

Let the tiger return to the mountain, and raise the tiger for the trouble, Lin Fang will never do it.

"Not necessarily, until the last minute, we don't know who will die. I'm going to show you stinky sewer rats my talent killer today. The man in the black trench coat gritted his teeth violently, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face: "If you can die under my talent killing move, you should also be considered to have died as deserved." ”

"Qingluan!"