Chapter 2292: Shot

Black Yaocheng Linjia!
Under the siege of the army, there are bows and hands, and congenital warriors are involved. Although Lin Zhentian’s rebellion is fierce, he is always crushed!
This time they are prepared!
"Lin Zhentian, you will accept it!"
The momentum of Yang Tian’s body continued to break out. The trick of killing and recruiting followed a move. During the period, several secret methods were used. Lin Zhentian’s death was defeated, and many wounds were left on his body.
"Secret Method: Triple Wave!"
Yang Tianqi was injured by Lin Zhentian, and a trick was made!
A fist followed him with a punch, three fists combined, one fell swoop hit Lin Zhentian, knocked over a building, dusty!
The city owner of the black armor took a faint look.
"Lin family, you can really be removed!"
The black Yaocheng Lord did not want to destroy the Lin family twice!
It is finally successful now!
Eight congenital martial artists attacked three, and sneaked three, and the remaining two congenital strongmen were dying at this time and had no fighting power.
The situation is completely controlled by them!
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"Lin Zhentian, you lost!"
Yang Tian strode up the meteor, almost there is only one afterimage, "I will send you to now!"
Punch to Lin Zhentian's temple!
This is to kill Lin Zhentian!
Lin Zhentian, who was hit hard by the triple wave, was innately confusing in the body and could hardly be called. He underestimated Yang Tian and actually practiced the secret law of the triple wave!
The strength of the two is almost the same, and the secret law is not powerful!
Lin Zhentian was very reluctant, but at this time he could only watch Yang Tianyi boxing to his own temple. As long as he died, a big Lin family would be finished.
The smile of Yang Tian’s face, Lin Zhentian’s look is clear.
"Would you die?"
Lin Zhentian is not reconciled.
Lin family passed down for so long, and finally he was ruined in his hands.
"Lin Zhentian, go to hell!"
Yang Tian pounced into the three feet, left boxing to the temple, no accident, then there will be a crisp voice echoing, how pleasant it is!
On this day, Yang Tian waited for a long time!
Hey! ! !
When he was about to hit Lin Zhentian's temple, Yang Tian heard a snoring sound, and then a black stream flashed past, and a sharp pain was uploaded from the arm!
"Oh, my palm!"
I do not know when, Yang Tian hit the fist, at this time, the wrist is left, the palm part is gone, blood is DC.
"Who did it!"
Yang Tian dad, turn and retreat!
As a congenital martial artist, the ordinary knife and gun are not difficult to hurt themselves, but now the palm is cut off.
Anger and fear are looming together!
This scene, falling in the eyes of those innate powers, could not help but up the air.
Is the Lin family still hiding the master!
No one saw it clearly, what the is, it is too fast, and there is only one black light left in front of everyone.
"Lin family people are not so good to kill!"
A faint voice came from afar!
A black boy came towards this side, holding a sword in front of him.
"It’s Lin Baixiaozi!"
"Is he a master?"
The Lin family and even the disciples who evaded the pursuit of killing, all of them have widened their eyes. Who knows that Lin Bai is the of the Lin family, and the martial arts is not high.
"Lin Bai?"
Lin Zhentian walked over from the edge of death, looking at Lin Bai, the younger son who came to the side, was also unbelievable.
"Pretend, kill him!"
Many warriors who chased Lin’s disciples turned and killed the Lin Baigongzi!
Hey! ! !
The strength of these warriors is not bad, but when they are up, they fall down one by one, and no one can get close to each other!
Three, ten, twenty!
In the blink of an eye, five or sixty people died.
No one warrior can stop the other's footsteps!
"Take a bow and shoot him!"
The bow is always a nightmare for the warrior. If you don’t hide, you will be shot into a horse.
Hey! !
The arrow is like a rain, throwing it!
Lin Fei, who is in black, flies out and kills the sword, and divides hundreds of swords to form a huge sword shield. The arrow hits the Jianguang and is all flying out!
This is Lin Fei’s own defensive moves!
The sword is turned into a streamer, more like a flowing water, flowing slowly, and no one can come in.
Lin Fei controls the killing of the sword, the black sword is like a streamer, one by one from the warriors, there is no one who can block the power of a sword!
Hey! ! !
The former warriors of the Lin family who were strangled were constantly falling down.
The emotion of fear is shrouded in these warriors.
"That kid is too strong!"
"Go!"
"I don't want to die here!"
Hundreds of warriors were killed in an instant.
The mentality of the rushed in the war broke down and they all turned and ran out.
"Little son, too powerful!"
"Let's Lin family have saved!"
Lin’s disciples cheered!
I fled around the moment, now it is their turn!
No one can imagine that the young man is strong enough to this extent.
"Is this my son?" Lin Zhentian’s mind was blank, and he could not accept this scene for a time. "He, when is the strength to this realm!"
"Lin Bai, you ruin my palm, I want to kill you!"
Yang Tian, ​​who stopped bleeding, stared at each other with a gaze, and waved his hand. Three short thorns flew in, which was one of his most famous hidden weapons.
Hey! ! !
Short thorns like streamer, attack in the upper, middle and lower roads, the speed is extremely fast!
Yang Tian followed suit and slammed down.
I was cut off by the firewood of a Lin family. How can I accept it? Only by killing each other can I get this breath.
The owner of Black Yaocheng sat on the mount. At this time, it was also cloudy and uncertain. For the Lin family, there are those masters who are clear, but there is absolutely no Lin Bai.
In front of the scene, I really told the city of Black Yao, everyone underestimated the Lin Bai of the Lin family.
"This guy actually cultivated a sword!"
The owners of the Black Yao City are envious of jealousy and hate.
Artistic conception, even he can not grasp, it can only be mastered by a stronger level of the military, rarely heard of at the innate level.
The sword was swept away, and the short thorn flew to both sides and plunged into the wall.
"Give me to die!"
The wind is breaking!
Yang Tian’s single knife has already fallen.
Such as the stream of water, a simple move, easily caught Yang Tian's single knife, let Yang Tian how to struggle, can not go one step further.
"You are too weak!"
Lin Fei shook his head, and a sword pierced the other's eyebrows, leaving a blood hole.
Yang Tian plopped down on the ground without breath.
"Now it's your turn!"
Lin Fei broke out at an ultra-fast speed and threw himself at the innate warriors. The killing swords were like streamers, and they were divided into thousands of people, attacking the innate warriors!
Puff puff! !
The killing sword is like a long gun. A shot followed by a shot can't stop it.