Volume 2 Forging Tendon Refining Chapter Seventy-Five: One against two, fight again at the Xuan level (medium)!

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"Lin Zong. You great rebel. My Lin family treats you well, and pulls you up with hard work. But I didn't think that you had bad intentions and harmed your brother. Today, on behalf of the entire Lin family, I will clear you of this unfilial son!"

Lin Yue grew up righteous and awe-inspiring. With one hand behind him, he squinted proudly. Disdainful and disdainful.

Xu Xiangbei followed: "Not bad." Killing his brother made people and gods angry. If such a villain is still alive, sooner or later he will become a big devil like a blood demon! Today, Brother Lin and I will eliminate it on behalf of the sky!"

Lin Zong was silent. Quietly looked at the two. He didn't have to speak, just from the expressions of everyone rolling their eyes, he could see how much he despised the justice of the two.

Lin Yuechang and Xu Xiangbei couldn't help but look embarrassed. Why did no one agree after talking about it for a while? Speaking of which, how did I feel like clowns?

Xu Xiangbei's face was furious, and he wanted to make a move, ready to take Lin Zong's sword to stand up.

However, Lin Yuechang is more direct than him. When his starting style was not set, a long fist smashed at Lin Zong.

The originally plain long fist, as it crossed the heavy space, had become a violent wind and tsunami, and seemed to concentrate all its anger on it, like a storm and waves, with the sound of tearing through space, covering up all exclamations. Turning over the mountains and the sea to cover this Lin Sect!

Suddenly, the entire space was flooded with the gale wind brought by this punch.

Lin Yuechang's boxing technique has reached the state of returning to the basics!

"In another ten years, this son will enter the innate realm!" The purple-clothed middle-aged man's eyes flashed and he was slightly surprised.

Xiu'er, You Siniang and others exclaimed.

Lin Zong had already learned the power of Lin Yuechang's Tiger Roaring Fist. In contrast, this punch has a little less strength, but a little more space locking. If ordinary people are oppressed by this momentum, it is difficult to move!

He is no ordinary person. After several baptisms of thunder and lightning, and a breakthrough in the water pressure of the deep lake, his physical strength was a notch stronger than that of ordinary people! Even if Lin Yuechang's lock was doubled, he would be sure to move out of the attack range.

But this time he didn't. If he took out all his hole cards for the first time, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would be able to go through the two of them for twenty moves. He had to tread carefully.

As a result, Lin Zong 'difficult' turned his body sideways, dodging most of the force, and then couldn't dodge other forces, so he had to raise his long sword and slash down at Lin Yuechang!

Rumble!

Despite being prepared, Lin Zong only felt his qi and blood surge. The sword seemed to strike at a fast-moving stone. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I flew out of my hand.

There is no need to pretend anything, a mouthful of bloody smell naturally bursts out of the mouth from the body, and wow squirts out towards Xu Xiangbei, who is attacking later. His face quickly turned pale.

The blow of the Xuan-level high-grade sword to the Xuan-level master was so unbearable!

"Xuan-level martial artists are really strong!" Lin Zong's heart was a little heavy. Although he hid some means, being so easily defeated by Lin Yuechang really shocked him with the combat power of a Xuan-level martial artist.

But he didn't know that Lin Yue Chang was even more surprised. He estimated that this move would at least seriously injure Lin Zong, but he didn't expect Lin Zong to spit out a mouthful of blood and it would be over! Generally, no matter how powerful the acquired martial artist is, this punch will not be finished by spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha. Brother Lin is a good method! Don't just play for yourself, let me have fun. Look at my fog turning knife technique!" Xu Xiangbei thought that Lin Yuechang had not done his best, so he laughed, the long knife rolled back, and a gang qi flashed out from the knife, like a gust of wind, and swept away the blood foam that Lin Zong spit out.

The other hand was like a lightning raid, and quickly grabbed Lin Zong: "Silk Binding Eagle Hand!"

Swirling spatial airflows were generated out of thin air, whistling and covering Lin Zong's body. The strong momentum squeezed him like a wave!

Lin Zong seemed to be caught out of thin air, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape the force generated out of thin air. Xiu'er, Lin Yiyue and the others pursed their lips, and their faces turned pale.

It's only three moves, are you going to be caught?

Xu Xiangbei laughed, his fingers already grasping Lin Zong's shoulder. A cruel smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and all the residual strength left behind poured out. The hand on the shoulder was hard to grasp. It was as if he had heard the sound of bones shattering.

The fourth trick!

Lin Zong roared wildly, kicked Xu Xiangbei's abdomen, and his left elbow was used hard at the same time, quickly hitting Xu Xiangbei's throat.

"Haha. Just these two hits, then give me death!" Xu Xiangbei saw that Lin Zong's move was old, and the left arm that grabbed Lin Zong's shoulder split a force and transmitted it to his right hand. The right hand wielding the long knife suddenly accelerated, approaching Lin Zong's throat!

Seeing that Lin Zong was fighting to the death, he actually used all his strength to attack his death hole. Although he had to bear Lin Zong's dying blow, it was exactly what he wanted. If Lin Zong tried to escape at the cost of losing an arm, all his killing moves would be in vain. Now seeing Lin Zong's desperate counterattack without leaving a way back, of course he would not be polite, the left hand that grabbed Lin Zong's shoulder suddenly split a force and spread to the long knife in his right hand, roaring and quickly slashing down towards Lin Zong's palm!

All this is just an instantaneous effort, and the fifth, sixth, and seventh moves are all done in one go.

At the same time, Lin Yue Changyin pounced with a smile and punched Lin Zong's dantian fiercely. The eighth move!

For a while, Lin Zong fell into a desperate situation of being attacked by the enemy!

"Don't!"

"Ahh

The crowd exclaimed. The purple-clothed middle-aged man's eyes flashed, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes: "He hasn't grown up after all, although he has excellent courage and will, he is still immature!"

"Brother Dragon. Go up to the rescue!" He Danchen also sighed, and said quickly to the middle-aged man in purple.

The middle-aged man in purple nodded, and wanted to leave. Suddenly, his eyes widened, "No!"

With his words falling. He Danchen also turned his head and saw an incredible scene.

I saw that Lin Zong, who was firmly controlled by Xu Xiangbei's left hand, suddenly turned around in an incredible shape, and actually got rid of Xu Xiangbei's control. Xu Xiangbei's eyes widened in disbelief. My mind was full of questions. How could Lin Zong have so much strength?

Liu Yunlong, Xiu'er and others, who were about to rush up to save people, also stopped. Watch this scene turn around in unimaginable light.

"The twelfth layer of the day after tomorrow!He actually reached the twelfth layer of the day after tomorrow!!"

How could the middle-aged man in purple with eyes as tall as purple, He Danchen, Lin Yuechang, Xu Xiangbei, Old Man Zhong and others not see Lin Zong's explosive power at that moment. That's something that can only be done by the twelfth layer of the day after tomorrow!

It's just that Lin Zong didn't just enter the day after tomorrow not long ago, how could it be the cultivation of the twelfth layer of the day after tomorrow?

For a while, Liu Yunlong, He Danchen, Liu Yunlong and others widened their eyes. The middle-aged man in purple also exuded an incredible color.

Xu Xiangbei and Lin Yuechang were even more stunned!

(The first change!A wisp of wind swept through the sky, and Jin Wu comfortably brushed his golden hair: Our master is the race, the oil method~~).