Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Asphyxiating operation.

　　 Flowers are not flowers:???????

　　 Xiao Binggan:?_??

　　光酱:??????

　　Man without arms: =????(???*)

　　 Ding Sanshi slowly opened his eyes and glanced at it, then immediately closed his eyes and pretended to die.

　　 Even the mid-level **** in the Hao Ran Da Sun above the sky was stunned at this moment.

What does it mean?

　　 Kneeling directly?

　　 Just now, this person didn't regain his arrogance, and he broke the rank of himself and others.

did not expect…

　　 "surrender?"

　　 The voice of the middle **** sneered cruelly, echoing between heaven and earth: "surrender, you must die, who offends our clan's mighty power..."

　　 The voice did not fall.

　　 Another new voice appeared, directly suppressing the voice of the middle god.

　　 "You dog, you kneel here?"

　　 A surprised and frustrated momentary voice sounded in everyone's ears: "You are so embarrassed to grasp this handsome face..."

　　 This sound seemed not loud, but it magically covered the voice of the middle god, making it inaudible for an instant.

　　 Everyone was surprised?

　　 The next moment—

　　 rumbling.

　　 The sky was shaking, as if being crushed by something terrible.

　　天, it seems to be shattered.

　　 I saw in the distance to the west, a huge bronze carriage rumbling across the sky, rushing towards it, at a very fast speed, four bronze steeds, like gods, galloping hard, pulling this bronze carriage.

　　 The carriage crossed the sky dome, leaving a series of bronze hoof marks in the blue sky, and a deep rut-like trace, like a long trailing tail...

　　 This appearance is like the Heifer flying in a plane-it's awesome.

　　 Where is sacred?

　　 Such a sudden scene not only made Hua Feihua and the others startled, but even the gods of the Flame Tribe hesitated.

　　 Wang Zhong also subconsciously pushes up his **** and looks up.

　　 The next moment—

　　嘭.

　　 Wang Zhong got a hard kick on the ass.

　　 The old guy ate shit, and planted his head on the ground severely: "Oh...Master, is it you, Master?"

　　 He reacted very quickly.

　　 At this time, Lin Beichen's voice has been heard.

　　 And Hua Feihua and other talents felt that there was a flower in front of them. A handsome young man in white appeared on top of Shi Feng.

　　 White clothes are like snow, black hair is like waterfall.

　　 Fengshen is majestic, Gu Pan Shengxiong.

　　 who is not Lin Beichen?

　　He came, he came.

　　 Huafeihua's heart beats wildly.

　　 One of the leaders of the alliance, the only human race in the host Zhenzhou who has the gods, he has finally arrived.

　　 But... not even Master, can he really turn the tide?

　　 "Squeak."

　　 Guangjiang was the first to react, and immediately rushed to the top of Shi Feng, saving Lin Beichen's thighs, rubbing his head against the strata, looking like "Master, I want you to die."

　　 Brush brush.

　　 It took out the writing board and pen again, and said in a whirlwind, "Master, always drop the gods."

　　The movements are skillful and distressing.

　　 "Brother, why did you come here?"

Xiao Binggan was also hard to get excited. He didn't even know that the drumstick came out of his mouth. He rushed over and jumped excitedly on Shifeng. Then, like a child who was bullied in kindergarten, complained to his parents, he pointed to the bruise on his face. Fatty: "Brother, your brother was beaten, you have to be the master for me."

　　 Lin Beichen looked speechless.

　　 But my heart is very kind.

　　My mother is dead, my dad is missing, my sister is missing...but I still have relatives.

　　 There was a smile on his face.

　　 The bronze carriage also rumblingly crushed the sky and came to the sky above Shifeng.

　　 I saw dozens of figures standing by appointment on the carriage.

Except for a strange man, the others are all women. They smell the martial style sword robes of the female swordsmen of Sword Mansion. The two women holding the carts in the front, one is as attractive as a ripe peach, and the other A seemingly cyan but with a kind of extreme inner charm...

　　 Familiar faces.

　　 "That's... Elder Yan, and my disciple from Scented Sword Mansion?"

　　 Huafeihua trembled with excitement.

　　 Yan Ruyu series was the only viable force that escaped on the day when the city of Scented Sword Mansion was broken.

　　 is also the line of Huafeihua's worries day and night.

　　 Seeing that they are still alive now, tears almost flowed from their eye sockets.

At this moment, the middle **** above the sky sneered and said: "You are the sword fairy Lin Beichen? Good come, just to completely wipe out you group of so-called Alliance Ants... Gun of the Sun, die. ."

　　 A golden javelin flew down from the sky.

　　 is thicker.

　　 is faster.

　　 The vigorous and surging blazing sun is overwhelmingly powerful, triggered by this shot, releasing endless coercion.

　　 Flowers are not flowers, and men who are in despair without arms can't help but feel a sense of despair in their hearts.

　　 The terrifying power contained in this gun directly affects their spirits.

　　 makes them feel they dare not resist.

　　 "Little middle-ranked god, dare to show off in front of me."

　　 Lin Beichen sneered, raising his hand casually.

　　 The incomparable golden javelin with power is just like a small toothpick. It was easily grasped by him in his palm, without even a trace of tremor.

"what?"

　　 The middle **** of the Lieyang clan was shocked.

　　 He can clearly sense that at this moment, the spear of the blazing sun, condensed with his own divine power, has lost all control and induction.

"What I said, the Lord Lieyang was killed, the remnants of the Lieyang clan were nowhere to be seen in a single day. It turned out that I came to the host Zhenzhou and lingered... This is really a way to heaven, you don’t go to hell, but you have no way to go. Come in..."

　　 Lin Beichen sneered, throwing a backhand.

　　 The middle **** of the Lieyang clan feels instinctively hot.

When 　　 looked down, the golden javelin stuck in his heart, piercing through his body.

　　 The next instant, the air bursting sounded.

　　 The speed of this gun surpasses the speed of sound.

"you…"

　　 He slowly raised his head, his eyes fading away, with big questions: "Aren't you...Who are you?"

　　 The person who holds this kind of crushing power is by no means a mortal.

　　 Lin Beichen was too lazy to take care of it.

　　 This kind of stuff, when in the God Realm, you don't even have the qualification to look at him.

　　 Boom!

　　 The golden javelin exploded.

　　 The middle **** of the Lieyang Protoss was directly exploded to pieces and turned into blood mist in the sky.

　　 Everyone was stunned.

　　Between heaven and earth, there is a dead silence like a graveyard at midnight.

　　 The blood mist of the middle **** drifted away with the wind, in the air like the embers of fireworks after burning brightly, beautiful but also desolate.

　　 Pan Qiu and other five lower gods of the Lieyang Protoss have pale faces and bodies like chaff.

　　 The middle **** is in the hands of this young man, and he is very vulnerable.

　　 Then aren't they... vulnerable?

　　 Fear strikes.

　　 They did not dare to take action, nor did they dare to escape.

　　 Who is this boy?

　　 Why is it so tyrannical.

　　 This kind of person shouldn't be a mortal in the lower realm.

　　 But it seems that everyone in the Anti-Wild Temple Alliance is familiar with him.

　　 Pan Qiu realized that the Lieyang Protoss was in trouble.

　　 With this young man's hand just now, he killed Lord Pan Zhen... at least the upper **** level, and the Lieyang **** clan fled to the lower realm after the death of the main god.

　　 on the bronze carriage.

　　 Yan Ruyu, Hu Meier and others were shocked when they saw this scene.

　　 Before Lin Beichen killed the white-haired and armor-clad powerhouse, it was barely reasonable.

　　 But killing a high-rank alien **** and demon so casually in front of them...this...this is beyond their understanding.

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Today is still the fourth watch.