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At the Lin Clan gathering, he knew that Lin Nan Tian's move was shockingly powerful. Moreover, Lin Nan Tian was instilled with black energy. If he were to use Tremor Tremor, he might be injured by it.

Retracting his staff and retreating, Xiao Cheng used the Dazzling Steps to the extreme, barely dodging the spear that came piercing down from the sky. The martial energy carried by the gunfire was like a knife as it swept towards the retreating Lin Hua.

Since the Iron Cliff Skill was able to sustain a wall of light, his Three Saint Dragon Strikes naturally was also able to do so. The golden light that he was able to conjure was in stark contrast to the Lin Family's earthy Iron Cliff Skill.

Of course, these were all blurry images and it was difficult to see clearly. Although the Three Saint Dragon Fighting Technique wasn't even considered a beginner, it was still enough to withstand the blade edge released by Lin Nantian.

"You really do possess a body forging technique that is superior to the Lin Family's Iron Cliff Skill." Seeing the greed in Lin Nantian's eyes, Lin Hu's lips curled up into a smile, "You want it?"

Although Lin Nan Tian's spear skills were amazing, if he could use the Eight Movements Chaos Fist and the Dragon Power contained in his body, he could instantly kill Lin Nan Tian.

However, Lin Hu didn't do so. He wanted to use Lin Nantian's tempering skill to break the character, so he would attack Lin Nantian every time.

Lin Nantian swung his spear horizontally. Seeing that the Trembling Tide hadn't injured Lin Yu, he quickly used the Dance of the Shuang Hua.

If he continued to use the fourth move of the Frenzied Billowing Spear Art, it was clear that Lin Nantian could not sustain it even with the help of the black qi in his body. Therefore, he quickly switched to the third move to deal with Lin Hua.

He could tell that Lin Hua was extremely agile and had a strong battle awareness. He did not plan to hit Lin Hua directly with the Tremor of Tremor, and instead wanted to use the tip of his spear to injure Lin Hu. However, he was seen through in an instant.

The dance of the frost in the air was alternating between cold and hot as the air around them became ice-cold and hot. This was a area-of-effect technique; although it was not as shocking as the fourth style, the Tremor of the Raging Tide, it was still quite powerful.

Lin Hua, who had not been sitting still and waiting for death, withstood the strength of a martial artist at the eleventh level. Raising his iron rod, he directly rushed forward with his ice and fire in front of Lin Nantian and chopped down with it.

"Clank, clank, clank." Another burst of sparks flew in all directions. With the addition of the black gas, Lin Nan Tian naturally could not be killed with just a swing of the staff. Every time he closed in, Lin Nan Tian would use his long spear to block him.

The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded through the night. The two weapons had clashed no less than a hundred times. The more Lin Nantian attacked, the more he frowned. On the contrary, he became even more excited.

In these hundred exchanges of weapons, he felt a trace of rhythmic movement. This rhythmic movement was very familiar. Just like that night, he gently waved his hand to repel the lizard-shaped spiritual beast.

Familiar with this rhythm, Lin Hua's tapping frequency increased yet again. He could feel this rhythm, and he became even more excited, forgetting that he was in a world of ice and fire.

Most of his clothes were burnt away, but he did not care about the dance of the frost. Now that he only wanted to sense the rhythm, he did not care. But Lin Nantian was so.

Lin Hu was like a mad dog fighting with black qi in his body. He didn't feel anything when his weapon struck him for the first 100 times. After all, he also had a black qi strengthening body. However, after the 100th strike, Lin Nan Tian's arm began to feel numb.

In the distance, Lin Caixuan stood far away, watching the battle between the two. She calculated that it should have been two hours since the two had fought, but they didn't seem to be exhausted. She couldn't help but be surprised by the fact.

It was hard for him to imagine why a martial practitioner of such a low cultivation level would be able to fight such a long and intense battle. On the other hand, Lin Hua's aura was growing stronger and stronger, and Lin Nan Tian, who was shrouded in black Qi, was gradually weakening.

Water and fire could burn his clothes but not his skin, thus Lin Hua was able to attack so quickly. However, Lin Nantian was probably forced to the point where he couldn't take it anymore, his long spear sticking out his hair in a mess.

He glared fiercely at Lin Hua and said, "Tremor of the Tremor of the Tremors." His voice was hoarse with anger, as if Lin Chu had humiliated him and he wanted to use this to determine the outcome.

Strands of black air flowed into the tip of the spear. The originally heavy spear tip was now even more condensed. This black air exuded a strong killing intent, enough to penetrate through any cultivator.

He had clashed with Lin Nantian's spear three hundred times and had executed the 'Splitting Chop' as if he was practicing martial arts. But when he fought, he was able to grasp that tiny bit of movement.

He did not care about the black stream of air that was condensed at the tip of Lin Nan Tian's spear. At this moment, he closed his eyes. He wanted to find that thread of movement. He could feel that hope was right in front of his eyes.

From Lin Nantian's point of view, Lin Zhe's eyes were closed, as if he was humiliating Lin Ming, "So what if you are a rebel? Today, you must die under my great divine power." A furious roar resounded through the night.

Lin Nan Tian's long spear gradually approached Lin Hua's head. At this moment, he revealed an excited, nervous look, as if Lin Hu had already become a dead man.

Lin Hu suddenly opened his eyes. His movements were slow but incomparably quick, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

"Bang."

With a mere sound, Lin Nantian was pushed back. He didn't know what exactly happened, but the only thing he remembered was that just as his spear was about to pierce through Lin Hua's head, it suddenly stopped.

Lin Nantian carefully thought back to the iron rod in Lin Hua's hand. He now knew the reason. This potholed iron rod had broken his spirit treasure.2

Lin Hu did not know what this was, but he knew that this was the power of a concept. As for what it was, he did not know.

He had only heard of this Concept in ancient times. If anyone with a Concept was able to turn plants into weapons and kill people, then his mortal iron breaking Lin Nantian's spirit artifact should also be considered a Concept.

Lin Hu brandished the iron rod while it was still hot, maintaining a state of clarity in his eyes. It was as if this was the only staff that could be used in this world.

Anything that appeared was an obstacle for this rod. Closing his eyes, he slowly felt the movements of the pole. With a hack, Lin Nantian looked at the approaching iron rod.

However, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to. It was as if he was locked onto. He barely managed to avoid the blow to his head, and with a swing of his staff, he struck his right arm.

A sharp pain, coupled with a tremendous force from above, caused him to kneel on one knee. He raised his head, unwilling to accept this outcome, and looked at Lin Hua with unspeakable shock in his eyes. "What kind of staff skill is this?"

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