Rise Against Desperation

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C108

0Such a swift and powerful saber strike clearly showed that Lin Nantian had used the tenth layer of his cultivation without holding back at all.    

    

After taking a deep breath, Lin Wushuang calmly looked at the figure in front of her.    

    

After the flash, the man was pushed back dozens of meters by the aura. Although the black robe was shattered, it didn't seem to deal much damage to him.    

    

"As expected of the possessor of Saber Qi!" A trivial cultivator can actually force me to retreat to this state. "    

    

The man in black put away the path in front of his chest and spoke indifferently once again as he stared at Lin Wushuang in front of him. "If the Lin Clan Mansion was able to push me back with their martial arts cultivation, you might be the first person they will fight."    

    

Lin Wushuang held his short saber in his right hand. With his left hand behind him, although he was only a martial artist, he had the demeanor of an expert.    

    

He took another sip of the liquor and laughed. "You're wrong. There's one more."    

    

Lin Hua was sitting on a branch with a smile on his face. Lin Wushuang was obviously referring to him.    

    

It seemed that in the eyes of Lin Wushuang, his own strength was almost the same as hers.    

    

"There's one more?"    

    

The black clothed man's pupils changed, "Could it be that kid?"    

    

At this moment, Lin Wushuang turned her head towards the direction of Lin Hua and smiled, "I've helped you for so long, are you still not coming out?"    

    

Even the black-clothed man did not notice how this Lin Wushuang had found him. The more Lin Wushuang was like this, the more he could not see through her.    

    

Accompanied by Lin Wushuang's reply, in the darkness of the night, Lin Hu walked out with a pitted iron rod on his shoulder.    

    

The killing intent around Lin Hua grew stronger and stronger. The center of the killing intent was coming from the black clothed man in front of him.    

    

Although this person was masked and clad in black, Lin Hu already knew who he was.    

    

"I killed your son, but he bullied me for two years. He even deserved to die if he wants to touch my family."    

    

With that, he forced the black-clothed man in front of him. Then, he cupped his fist next to Lin Wushuang to express his gratitude.    

    

Lin Wushuang could have just left. The black-clothed man above the cave abode was clearly charging towards him.    

    

Not only did he not leave, he even started to fight with the enemy. Just this point alone, he owed Lin Wushuang another favor.    

    

The black clothed man laughed out loud. "It's too late to say anything today. Since the two of you are also here, then let's leave our lives here today."    

    

Lin Hu sized up the black clothed person in front of him. To be able to become the Lin Family's Branch Head, he would need at least a Martial Spirit Stage cultivation. However, from the looks of it, his aura should be around the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm.    

    

After a moment of silence, Lin Hu nodded to Lin Wushuang, indicating that he could fight.    

    

Seeing Lin Hu's serious expression, Lin Wushuang laughed out loud, "I was not wrong about you."    

    

Without absorbing the three-tailed Demon Snake's martial energy liquid, Lin Yu could fight against Lin Nantian, who had a cultivation at the Martial Spirit Realm and was at the peak of his power level.    

    

Since he had absorbed the martial qi liquid that the three-tailed Demon Snake had prepared for him, he was only a tenth away from breaking through to the twelve-tailed Demon Snake. He did not know how much stronger his previous power would be when he released the Ji Realm.    

    

It just so happened that he was around the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm today, so he could use it for practice.    

    

If the black-clothed man knew that Lin Hua was thinking this, he would definitely vomit blood. He was a dignified Spirit Stage cultivator who came to hunt martial artists, but was treated as a sparring partner by a mere martial artist.    

    

Lin Que and Lin Wushuang stood side by side, looking at the black shadow in front of them. The black clothed man had a white Martial Spirit, which was the most common low grade Martial Spirit.    

    

However, owning a martial soul and not having one was two entirely different concepts. A snake-type martial soul circled around the body of the black-clothed man. He stomped his feet and once again rushed towards Lin Zuolin at an incredible speed.    

    

"Since you two small warriors want to die, then don't blame me."    

    

A vicious and hoarse voice came out. The curved blade in the black clothed man's hand released a soul-snatching glow. This glow was filled with a cold aura and it was accompanied by a dense martial aura fluctuation.    

    

Without a doubt, if this saber were to strike him, he would definitely be able to cut his bones and break his tendons. In the face of such might, Lin Hua's eyes narrowed slightly.    

    

He took out the potholed metal rod and hacked at the blade. However, it flew out of his hand as a trace of blood instantly flowed out of his palm.    

    

Seeing this, Lin Hu immediately used the Dazzling Spring to dodge, barely dodging the blade attack. However, he did not receive the sharp pain coming from his abdomen.    

    

The man in black's right leg was aimed directly at his abdomen. Lin Hua's body was like a cannonball, destroying one tree after another. "Wah!"    

    

Staring at the man in black from twenty meters away, Lin Hu spat out a mouthful of blood as he caressed his lips, "So powerful!"    

    

In the face of a martial spirit realm, it seemed impossible for him to not use the power of a martial practitioner's extreme realm. While he was thinking, another figure landed beside him.    

    

This person was none other than Lin Wushuang. At this moment, he too spat out a mouthful of blood as he turned to look at Lin Hu, shaking his head with a wry smile.    

    

"Brother Lin Zhe, we really are no match for him. I still need a spell. If I can activate it and fight him, I'll stall for you."    

    

The man in black possessed a martial spirit, which mainly focused on sensitivity. He was not as fast as Shi Yan. Plus, he was at the Martial Spirit Realm. His own Martial Qi was far superior to theirs.    

    

When he heard that Lin Wushuang was still able to fight against a cultivator of the Martial Spirit Realm after activating the first technique, Lin Hu looked at Lin Wushuang with a surprised expression on his face.    

    

After some thought, Lin Hu stopped his hands. He could not allow Lin Wushuang to use his martial arts when she wanted him to run away.    

    

To be able to use a martial arts technique to fight against a Spirit Stage powerhouse, he had to pay a huge price. How could he let Lin Wushuang pay such a huge price tonight?    

    

He was born in this world, so he only wanted to have a clear conscience. Lin Wushuang helping him in a fight against this man in black was already his greatest help.    

    

Actually, if Lin Wushuang hadn't appeared tonight, he could have escaped since he had already noticed these men in black. However, from the looks of it, this man in black had specially come for him.    

    

In a situation where the difference in cultivation was not too great, Lin Hua would not run away. He could even fight against you with his life on the line, and that was the fearlessness that was required on the road of martial cultivation.    

    

When he saw that Lin Wushuang was about to take out her saber and cut her finger, Lin Geng recognized that she was about to release the blood of her heart. He held Lin Wushuang's right hand and shook his head.    

    

Under Lin Wushuang's puzzled gaze, Lin Hu took a step forward. The black clothed man was also puzzled. Was Lin Hu going to fight to the death?    

    

"You are not arrogant now?" Under the influence of absolute power, you can do anything you want. " The black-clothed man's voice was hoarse with a playful tone. He licked the scimitar in his hand, and a tyrannical look appeared on his face.    

    

If an ordinary warrior were to see this scene, he would probably be scared to the point of turning his head and running away. Just this spread of martial qi around their body was not on the same level, so how could they possibly have any fighting spirit?    

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