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Chapter 637 Martial Saint, Taoist Lin!(2/2)

"It will certainly not be successful."

Lin Daoren stretched his arms, and the blood in his body was flowing like volcanic magma that had been accumulated for countless years.

The breath leaked, causing a sudden storm in the forest.

However, that's all. After stretching his arms, he shook his head slightly: "It's a pity that I'm not very interested in you at this moment..."

"Not interested?"

Qi Daoguang raised his eyebrows, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes:

"The Martial Saint Qi is fighting against you, not to mention you who are about to break through, even if Nie Longtian is here, what can I do to me?"

Boom!

As the words came to an end, a blast had exploded over the plain.

The red color was like fire that spread to the sky, and it was closed with one blow. Dao Ren Lin was still in place, as if there was no movement or stillness. When the Dao Light was opened, it retreated more than ten feet. Fang Tian's painting halberd was roaring, as if it was hit hard.

"The difference between the two is completely different..."

Swinging the Fang Tian Hua Ji, Qi Daoguang's eyes became brighter, the aura around him rose, and the scorching surroundings were filled with misty colors.

With a collision, his breath became more and more boiling.

"It's no wonder that you are so arrogant and domineering in the second level of the world. It's really hard to break the situation at this moment, but..."

With his five fingers gently stretched, Daoren Lin suddenly smiled, very cold:

"Believe it or not, right outside this city, I will hang you up and beat you?"

"Arrogant!"

Qi Daoguang's face darkened and he took action.

boom!

The Fang Tian Hua Ji, which suddenly broke through the air, was blocked by a long sword.

As the air exploded, Yang Yu said calmly:

"Brother Qi, if you are so urgent, you don't need to choose a date. You and I will let go of the battle at this moment. How about the outcome?"

Zheng ~

Fang Tian's painting halberd was put back on his shoulders, and Qi Daoguang suppressed the fighting spirit in his heart. He was never a person who was angry but was related to "striking the sky and shaking the earth", so he had to pinch his nose and endure it.

At this moment, the two gods had no reaction. He forced himself to take action, but I was afraid he would not get much...

"Nine days later, I'll come to find you!"

This time, Qi Daoguang did not return to the city, and walked into the wild with Fang Tian's painting halberd. With a few ups and downs, he no longer saw his back.

"This person's talent and martial arts are not inferior to you, but he has practiced more than twenty years more than you. He is strong in his practice and practices horizontally, and even the Martial Saint cannot defeat him..."

Looking at Qi Daoguang's departure, Daoren Lin spoke, his voice was cold and merciless:

"You two fight, your chances of winning are only three points."

"No matter how high a person is, he will be like this. If he has more than twenty years or more practice, it is actually meaningless, and the difference is not very good."

He responded casually, and Yu Yang did not like to discuss the victory or defeat on the verbal side, and instead said:

"You owe me three things and you can only leave after paying them back."

He naturally understood the reason why Daoren Lin was eager to make a breakthrough was that he was afraid that he was interested in Dayan Mountain...

"Three things are what you said, but I didn't agree."

Daoren Lin replied coldly.

"That's up to you."

Daoren Lin, who no longer cared about right and wrong, sat on the ground, focused his eyes and felt the subtle changes in his body.
Chapter completed!
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