Lin Ming grasps Purple Xuan Spear, lance point points to Yan chi, the face of Yan chi immediately becomes extremely ugly.
Tactic of heart arrangement, has used Battle Spirit, most strikes to use, however was defeated, hits again, the result has been able to foresee!
„Lin Ming, stops to this, do not compel me!” Yan chi grasps the black sword, clenches teeth to say.
„Compels you?” Lin Ming has smiled, „are you cracking a joke? When your three people collaborate with my fight in which several persons take turns fighting one person so as to wear the opponent out may once think that compels me? At that time you should think at this moment, is the war of life and death, if I lost, you will stop to this in that moment of winning? Now I have won, you make me do not compel you, has such truth?”.
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Lin Ming laughs at one, shakes Purple Xuan Spear, above the lance point, the electricity glow and flame interweave.
„Do not fear you by me, if I detonate Battle Spirit that obtains from the road of emperor, may die broken with your fish!” In the Yan chi eye flashes through crazy, can arrive at Yan chi this, nobody is a coward, lives up to one's words absolutely.
„Battle Spirit??” Lin Ming hesitates slightly, „did original that thing call Battle Spirit? Some of my as if impressions”
Lin Ming the soul fragment that inherits from Magic Cube is incomplete, but vaguely also some memory about Battle Spirit, Battle Spirit and Martial Intent and called Martial Artist two big martial arts Intent Domain.
However Martial Intent is generally auxiliary, can directly transform the striking power very few, but Battle Spirit is actually just the opposite, majority for increase the striking power directly, can attached on anything, rise Peak the attack of Martial Artist.
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„I said again, if I detonate Battle Spirit, I no doubt lose enormously, even died directly, but do not want to feel better, I will die will also draw in you to front the back!” During the Yan chi speeches, above black sword edge starts the combustion grayish white flame. The flame is getting more and more exuberant, but looks that it feels the soul ice-cold!
Yan chi has staked everything on a single throw of the dice, he transferred within the body all Battle Spirit completely!
Lin Ming root not by intent. long spear lies, the lance point points to the throat of Yan chi, the cold brightness dense purple lance point, hissing hissing electricity glow puncture air.
„Stops to this. I to Battle Spirit told you my comprehension completely.” Yan chi used the Yuan to send greetings, even though felt the humiliation, but concerned the life. He also can only endure.
„” Lin Ming has smiled, „told me your comprehension to the Battle Spirit, added three pigeon egg sizes again the bone of Demon God, so, I forgave your dog's life.”
„Three pigeon egg sizes the bone of Demon God!?” Yan chi has gotten angry, „are you by the bone of Demon God the cabbage in rural fair? I in Transcending Tower these many years, has gotten so far as two longan sizes the bone of Demon God. Moreover have used, to leave how possibly behind three to come!”
„Right, such being the case, you die!”
Lin Ming drinks one coldly, Spear Thrust leaves. The meaning of Thunderflame interwines, Piercing Rainbow!
„Bastard, you insists on wanting dead, I perish together with you!” In the Yan chi eye flashes through one point of crazy it, „combustion, emperor Battle Spirit!”
„Shouted!”
Above the Yan chi black sword, the grayish white flame such as the volcanic eruption spurts generally, on his face the blue vein distortion, the double leopard control sticks out suddenly.
Drinks one crazily, the Yan chi double hand-held sword, is dividing to cut to Lin Ming!
The grayish white flame explodes in the air, in the explosive sound as if can hear the ghost recites, that type recited, void was obviously indistinct, but does not know that what actually as if reverberated near the ear of person, sneaked in the brain, was trembling the sea of god.
Facing blotting out the sky the fire of Battle Spirit, Lin Ming pupil micro, the Heretical God Force compression Yuan erupts Peak , the blood of combustion Ancient Phoenix.
His space presented the strange distortion, the Lin Ming person spear has united, the steel needle extreme twist that the strength of Thunderflame such as spurted, rapidly opened strength of ball surrounding Battle Spirit generally.
„Rumbling!”
Just like the time of flying, Lin Ming grasps Purple Xuan Spear, cuts void, has torn the Battle Spirit flame, however after is emperor Battle Spirit, even if only then, when its blooming final ray, the might is also big terror, in the intense energy hit, the fire of Battle Spirit such as the bayonet cuts the Lin Ming protecting body really Yuan generally, pricks in his mortal body.