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Chapter 939 Fist is the last word

Yang Lin missed the second arrow, and immediately felt a "thud" in his heart, and said to himself, "A master is indeed a master"!
The opponent was shot down from the sky by him, and there was almost no gap between when he shot the second arrow, and the opponent was able to react immediately the moment he fell to the ground. This is really...

It was beyond Yang Lin's expectations.

And Yang Lin knew better, if the second arrow missed, it would be even more difficult to hit it again!

He stayed on Purgatory Island for seven consecutive days, and since he got the Falling Flame Bow, he has dealt with too many high-level monsters, and he knows that if he misses at the beginning, it will be difficult to shoot again.

As for human ascetics, even though their cultivation is not as good as those of high-level monsters, their thinking reactions are sharper than those of high-level monsters.

The opponent's cultivation base was even higher than his, so it became even more difficult to continue to hit with the Falling Flame Bow!
Just leave?

Yang Lin saw that the man who was shot by his arrow, half of his shoulder was bloody and bloody, was standing up from the ground, his eyes were fixed on him, and the two ascetics who attacked him with flying swords before, except one of them had In addition to being shot dead by him, another one was also running towards them.

Apparently, they're a gang...

Yang Lindang even made up his mind.

don't go!
Trouble me, right?

Stay with me to the end!

Yang Lin is not an impulsive person, making this decision is actually the answer he got after careful consideration.

Because he can no longer keep tigers infested!
Didn't the guy he shot down from the sky just now reported his family and said they were from the Golden Light Gate?

Therefore, if they were allowed to leave, this Golden Light Gate would likely become his new enemy in the future!

The Xieyue Sect is still far away from getting rid of it. There is another Jinguangmen here. Yang Lin is not so conceited. There is one more enemy like this, and he really can't afford to provoke him!
And for these guys in the cultivation world, there is no reason at all.

Tell them, "You guys from Jinguangmen did it first"?
That would be childish.

Yang Lin would never be so childish.

In the realm of Taoism, there is no reason to speak, Yang Lin has long experienced this.

Therefore, Yang Lin knows that only fists are the last word!

Although he is not willing to suffer from the stink of those ascetics in the world of asceticism, but in this Jianghu, how can he live among thousands of flowers without getting a single leaf on his body?How can it be so easy not to follow the trend?

Yang Lin wanted to be reasonable, but he knew that the other party would not be able to reason, but he would not be so naive, and still had illusions about it.

Therefore, Yang Lin shot the first and second arrows without any hesitation.

Although the third arrow hesitated for a moment, it was still shot.

Because at this moment, he has no choice!

He has already thought clearly, and there is no reason to say, so he will try the strength of his fist!

Sure enough, the third arrow missed.

Master Huanglong who had already got up, dodged lightly, and then dodged.

No way, this is the difference in cultivation.

Daoist Huanglong was furious, he glanced at his shoulder, bloody and bloody, a piece of bone was blown off, the excruciating pain could almost make one faint.

Since when was he a master of the golden core stage, and when did he suffer such a great humiliation?
He vowed to kill the other party in order to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Immediately, Master Huang Long waved his hand, and the flying sword that just fell turned in mid-air, turning into nine sword shadows in an instant, flying towards Yang Lin...

(End of this chapter)