Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Can't stop it.

Lin Beichen's thoughts came to mind.

The strength of Kendo Master is extraordinary, it is not that his third-level martial arts realm can now resist.

Will not work.

The body has already rushed to think before and responded.

His figure moved, and he leaned back tactically for the first time.

咻!

Jianmang almost blasted past his temples.

Oh!

A touch of coldness passed through the temples.

Several strands of broken hair fluttered in the air.

"Lao Yu!"

Yu Wanlou's eyes burst into ecstatic light.

At the moment of life and death, he seized the opportunity of that moment, and did not care about the others. A lazy donkey rolled away and instantly opened the distance from Lin Beichen, rushing towards the hole of the broken wall that the sword sword was poured into before.

Lin Beichen frowned, not chasing.

He felt a touch of Sen Han's sword, walking along the slight wounds between the temples.

Just dodge quickly, but was still injured by Jian Qi.

He raised his hand and touched the wound.

Fingertips are red.

Bleeding.

But the trouble is not a skin injury.

It was that cold sword energy.

This sword gas has already followed the wound and began to invade the skull.

The sword spirit of the strong master of Kendo, how terrifying?

It stands to reason that the warrior in the third-level martial arts realm who was bruised by this sword gas could not resist at all. He would immediately fracture his skull and explode his brain cerebrum.

But Lin Beichen just felt slightly cold.

He subconsciously operated the profound energy. As soon as he walked around the skull, the orange-red shimmer flashed, and the cold chill disappeared instantly.

The slight wounds on the temples are still bloody.

'S previous water property, Xuanqi, is a cure.

Today's fire attribute profound energy seems to be refining? get rid of? Quenched body?

Is temporarily uncertain.

But the magic of its power is absolutely not weaker than that of water.

Lin Beichen thought about it and felt it again carefully to make sure that the cold sword gas was really completely removed before he was relieved.

Boom!

The wooden wall of the box was blown away by mighty force.

A tall, gray-haired old man flew in with Yu Wanlou.

The old man is two meters tall, with a burly figure, gray hair, and a fair face, but with a shocking sword mark, he cuts diagonally from the eyebrow to the right, almost splitting his entire face into two pieces, and now the wound is healed It ’s still shocking, you can imagine how many injuries you had at the time.

Very heavy murderous.

Lin Beichen secretly panicked.

The eyes of the burly old man were opened and closed, and his eyes were as bright as a sword. When he looked towards him, it seemed to be the thorns of countless sharp swords.

"It's him ... Old Yu, slaughter him for me."

Yu Wanlou stood beside the burly old man, roaring like a wounded beast.

The burly old man is his **** to protect old Yu.

Old Lao Yu's eyes moved away from Lin Beichen's body, swept through the messy cup and pan, saw Zhu Zhiwen cut into two pieces of corpses on the ground, and then looked at several other noble youths who were killed. His pupils were slightly Shrink.

"You killed these people?"

He looked back at Lin Beichen.

"What about it?"

Lin Beichen sneered and looked at him.

"At a young age, you are so cruel, so murderous, and so heavy, let you grow up alive, don't you want to spread the world and become a generation of magic stars? Forgive you."

Old Man Yu's posture was condescending and said lightly: "However, little one, read that you are a lord of the gods, please kill yourself, the old man will leave you a whole body."

Lin Beichen smiled.

He raised his middle finger——

"Stupid."

Can you say so shameless?

Kendo guru, nothing more.

Old Yu's face appeared angry.

The change in expression caused muscle changes to affect the red sword mark, the heavier he was, the more he said: "I don't know how to lift, although you are a lord of the gods, but you have created such a killing, even the temple can't keep you. Give the temple a little decent but now ... dead! "

Snapped.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Very familiar movement.

Lin Beichen looked at Yu Wanlou on the side.

The reason was found.

This low-level pretense means turned out to be the same.

Yu Wanlou laughed with excitement and said, "Haha, surnamed Lin, you just hit Yu Lao's sword, and he was so energetic that if Yu Lao triggered it, you must be ..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped looking shocked.

Because Lin Beichen just stood on the spot, not only did there not be a brain explosion, but even a trace of pain.

He thought of himself all at once, when he used [Zhenlong Ziyan] to kill his finger by killing Lin Beichen, it was the same, and there was no response.

The air was suddenly quiet again.

Yu Yu was stunned, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face, saying: "You can suppress my cold sword spirit?"

Press your sister.

Lin Beichen was speechless.

The owner and the guard were indeed sent to the reincarnation with a ghost on their backs.

"Forget it, since you do n’t know how to repent, the old man will do it for you."

Old Yu looked cold.

Chilling.

A series of six-sided ice crystals visible to the naked eye suddenly condensed, like snowflake spirit crystals, swirling and dancing around him.

Hengbing Xuanqi.

The proud woman next to opened her eyes when she saw this scene.

The profound ice of the kendo master level, the comprehension and mastery of power are far beyond her, and you can just learn to imitate it.

In addition, it is also very popular to watch Lin Beichen's death in front of him.

In the eyes of old Yu, when the killer flashed, he would shoot.

At this time-

"and many more."

Lin Beichen suddenly spoke.

Yu's old actions slightly condensed, sneered and said: "What are your last words?"

But Yu Wanlou laughed in the sky and said, "Lin's surname Lin, are you afraid? Now even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, even if you knock your head and knock your brain out, I will not spare you ... Don't kill him, I want to live! "

When he said this, the hate and resentment in his tone, even the proud woman felt terrified.

Imagine how miserable Lin Beichen would fall into Yu Wanlou's hands alive.

Qianqian and Qianqian heard the flowers look pale.

Lin Beichen laughed: "Will I knock the brain out, I don't know, but you ..."

Here, he raised his hand.

Snapped.

Also snapped his fingers.

"But you are dead."

The smile on Lin Beichen's face solidified a little bit, and turned into an unobtrusive killing intention of Sen Lihan.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly tightened.

Yu Wanlou's heart twitched.

However, when sensing it carefully, nothing changed.

Old Lao Yu sneered: "So mysterious, my husband ..."

The voice has not fallen.

Wow!

An orange-red flame emerged from Yu Wanlou's body.

Nothing happened in this scene.

Even Yu Wanlou himself reacted when he saw the flash of fire in front of his eyes. When he looked down, he saw that the flames had spread to his hands, arms, chest, abdomen and legs ...

To the whole body.

Flame light raging.

At this time, a kind of indescribable and severe pain came out.

"I do not!"

In Yu Wanlou's mind, the sublime young people immediately turned into a scene of fly ash after being hit by Lin Beichen's flame, and the surging fear was like a flood. He drowned.

He immediately uttered a cry of despair and despair.

He panicked to run against the power of [Zhenlong Ziyan] which was few in his body.

But this only delayed his burning process to ashes.

The painful process of letting the fire burn was directly stretched.

It seemed that the soul was sorely scorched by the fire of hell, so that the little prince roared a few times, his voice was completely hoarse, and the whole body curled and fell.

"Old Yu ... Save ... Save me."

He reached out and grabbed Yu Lao.

But Yu Lao stepped back like a viper.

"Royal Dragon Dragon?"

The sturdy old man shouted in horror.

Can make a Kendo guru so frightened, and it can be seen how terrifying the head of the three strange fires in this rumor is.

Lin Beichen is not sure whether his flame attribute is true or not [Imperial Dragon Dragon Flame].

But whether it is black fire or white fire, it is good fire to burn the enemy.

"Ah, ah ... hurt ..."

Yu Wanlou wailed and rolled on the ground, struggling.

Suddenly he jumped up and knelt to Lin Beichen directly, screaming: "I'm wrong, don't kill me ... I ... I don't want to die ... I'm still young ... I'm a little prince."

He banged his head.

In the flames, he almost knocked out his brain.

Lin Beichen was expressionless.

"I will give it to you before. Even if you knock the brain out, I will not let you go ... Today, I will kill you."

He is authentic.

Yu Wanlou has been completely submerged in flames.

He turned his head to Yu Lao again and said, "Save ... Save ... Save ..."

Old Yu's complexion changed, his heart moved, and rushed directly to Lin Beichen, which was extremely fast, like a streamer, and said: "Little bastard, stop, or the old man will kill you!"

He wanted to surround Wei to save Zhao.

Lin Beichen sighed in his heart, we must take action again.

Ran here is--

咻!

A sword light, lasing from the distant night sky.

Just like when Yu Lao rescued Yu Wanlou before, this sword light seemed extremely far away, but in a flash, it contained a terrible power to stab Yu Lao's heart.

Is Lao Yu, and at this moment, he is also mad at heart.

He no longer cares for Lin Beichen, but twists his body stiffly, raises his hand and draws the sword in his hand, and the sword is cut.

Ding!

A sword chirped softly.

But Yu Lao's figure flew out like a lightning strike.

at the same time--

"Who dares to move my apostles?"

The familiar voice sounded.

Everyone in the private room only felt that their eyes were full of flowers.

An old man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of Lin Beichen.

Is exactly Ding Sanshi.

It was also at this time that an infinite bitterness and a stern roar stretched and slowly ended.

【True Dragon's Purple Flame】 The power is ultimately difficult to beat the orange-red flames.

The little prince Yu Wanlou was upgraded, and he fell to the ground, completely out of breath.

Then a gust of wind blew.

The ash is scattered.

The most beloved son-in-law of King Haian disappeared into the world.

No ashes were left.

"Master, help me stop the old dog."

Lin Beichen shouted.

Ding Sanshi nodded and turned to look at Yu Lao.

The latter suddenly felt locked by the terrible murderous motive, and his body dared not move.

But Lin Beichen was in a rage, and directly counted his fists. He then directly detonated the few remaining noble youths on one side, and turned into flames and ash on the spot.

"No no no, don't kill me ..."

The proud woman stepped back in panic, begging.

"Heart is like a viper, you are not a good thing, die."

Lin Beichen's eyes were cold, murderous, and his movements stayed in the slightest, and he punched again.

Orange-red flames surged.

"what……"

The proud woman waved her sword to block it, but was blown away with a fist, the famous sword was released, the arm was cracked, and the fire was flashing in the air, and it turned into a flying ash.

Ding Sanshi's mouth was staggered.

You are such an apprentice.