Chapter 65 Rune Ball!

As soon as he saw Lin Xin appear, Lin Feng got up with difficulty, his face was anxious, and he shouted, "Come on, this person's inner strength has far exceeded the eighth level of inner strength. You are not his opponent!" I hold him back. You go out of the valley to report and let my father avenge me. You keep your own useful body, Lin Fu, you can't have two heirs together!"

Lin Xin took a deep look at Lin Feng and said with a smile, "I'll go. Will you hold him back? Can you hold him back? If you're done, who will be the patriarch of Linfu? That thing is tiring. I'm not interested in it. Don't worry, since this bitch appeared, I've seen it all. I just wanted to appreciate the way you were beaten again. But who let me see you all at once? I'd better take care of him earlier. Time is precious."

"Cook me? Boy, let me tell you, it's not ten days ago!" The Western sword's eyes were mixed with surprise, pleasure and strong hatred, and slowly approached Lin Xin.

Seeing that Lin Xin ignored his advice, Lin Feng was furious and said angrily, "You are not his opponent, and this is not the time to be a hero. You will only be in vain - er!" In the middle of his words, a stone was suddenly shot on his forehead, and immediately fell to the ground, and the words behind him naturally swallowed his stomach.

The Western Sword looked evil and smiled at Lin Xin and said, "This person is too noisy. I told him to shut up so that we can have fun again. But this time, I'm playing you to death!"

Lin Xin shook his head and said lightly, "Play me to death? I'm not interested. I'm in a hurry. Well, that's it. I won't say more. I also give you a choice. What posture do you want to die?

The anger of the Western Sword suddenly surged up, and with a sound, the frost and snow sword came out of its sheath! A strong and extremely coldness from the sword gushed out layer by layer. The pale chill was centered on the tip of the sword, spreading out like a tide in all directions, with a strong and fierce pressure!

"Huh! I have never forgotten the shame of being defeated by your hands that day. Today, I will cut off your limbs, and then I will delay you. If not, it will be difficult to dispel the hatred in my heart!" The Western sword shouted sharply.

A trace of sarcasm appeared at the corners of Lin Xin's mouth. He didn't care about the rising momentum of the Western sword at this time. He squeezed his mouth and said, "Really? Then I really can't wait. Well, do you have the inner strength of the early stage of the ninth floor? It's so powerful. I'm afraid it's using your Western secrets or drugs to forcibly promote it, right? Otherwise, with your waste, you also want such qualifications! You Westerners, or Western heroes, are really willing to spend money for me, but, hehe, I like it! Now that you have paid the capital, I can't let you down. I'm embarrassed not to let you Westerners lose all their capital and profits.

"Real? Then let's see if you have this ability." The Western Sword shouted angrily. However, in the face of Lin Xin's confident and calm look, a trace of uneasiness suddenly surged up in his heart. How can this bastard accurately see through his current cultivation at a glance? Then I remembered that Lin Xin had only the eighth-level middle-level cultivation ten days ago, and he was relieved. Is this man blind?

Inhaling secretly, the Western Sword shouted angrily. On the frost and snow sword, the cold air surged out several times more than ten days ago. The tide rushed to Lin Xin like overwhelmingly, and a trace of pleasure appeared on his face: "Dead!"

"Cut, give me a cold?" Lin Xin gave a strange smile. In the face of the surging cold wave, he seemed to be very comfortable to close his eyes and gently point his feet. He bent down as if he was not strong, and actually removed the yellow-level sword fighting skill of the Western Sword all night!

"It's really cool enough, but I'm not hot now and I don't want to blow." Lin Xin laughed. Without warning, the right palm suddenly pushed out. On the hot palm, there is a trace of light golden light, which is the 'Xuanyanquan' combat skill rubbed into part of the 'broken golden fist'!

It's just this boxing skill, but Lin Xin split it with a palm knife!

Obviously, Lin Xin is avenging Lin Feng. Just now, Lin Feng was defeated by the Western sword, so he specially attacked the Western sword with a palm knife, and still only used one hand!

With a "sneer", the collision of extremely cold and extremely hot, there were layers of thick fog around!

The scorching heat of the dazzling fist, combined with the sharpness of the broken golden fist, although Lin Xin has also suppressed his cultivation at the beginning of the ninth layer of internal strength, whether it is the mastery of internal strength or the understanding of combat skills, Lin Xin is far from comparable to that of Western swords!

The blazing heat on Lin Xin's right palm did not decrease at all, but the Western sword was sonorous, and the sword in his hand could no longer be grasped and flew high! At this time, without any obstacles, Lin Xin's right palm has reached the chest of the Western Sword!

The Western sword looked terrible, and it didn't care about the severe pain in the mouth of the tiger in his right hand. His body retreated again and again! However, no matter how fast he is, how can he reach the speed of Lin Xin and Lin Xin? The palm of his hand still pointed to the left chest of the Western sword, but suddenly Lin Xin smiled evilly, and his right palm suddenly changed. A slap in the face was extremely crisp and loud, which slapped heavily on his cheek.

This time, it was the Western Sword's turn to hum, and the blood splashed on the nose, mixed with four white teeth. His body was pulled out more than ten meters away by Lin Xin. After smashing more than a dozen big trees, he fell to the ground like a sack. Unexpectedly, he lay side by side with Lin Feng.

I didn't expect Lin Xin to knead the Western Sword, just like kneading an ant, playing as much as he wanted. He slapped him in the face casually. At this point, the Western Sword just lay side by side with him. Lin Feng, who was half lying on his side and watching the battle anxiously, suddenly burst into his eyes, and his eyes almost didn't jump out of his eyes. Then he looked at Lin Xin, who was standing there with a faint smile on his face. His heart jumped wildly and his whole body was cold. The anger that had been deposited for many days suddenly swept away.

In the face of absolute strength, that little hatred will have to be eliminated. Although he was shocked that Lin Xin actually had the internal strength cultivation that was not lower than that of the Western sword, what made him more powerless was that the same internal strength cultivation, the same yellow-level combat skills, and even the sword skills used by the Western sword, but the Western Sword actually made Lin Xin throw the ball as much as he wanted! It's really terrible! Lin Feng couldn't help shivering.

The Western Sword was knocked dizzy by Lin Xin's slap in the face. He struggled to get up, trembling and pointed to Lin Xin. In his eyes, he was shocked and raging! Like the severely damaged wolf, his eyes were red. He knew that he could not be an opponent, but he behaved more ferociously! You, you, Lin Xin, I'll fight with you!" After saying that, the Western Sword suddenly put his hands into the belt and took out two rune balls with a faint dark gold full of mysterious words!

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