Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Do you know me?

These words, like a ten thousand pounds hammer, hammered **** the hearts of several black-clad armors, making them heart beat.

Of course know.

How come I don't know.

After today, Lin Beichen's name is afraid to shake the whole empire.

After all, one-handed one-handed sword seal, unbelievably strong, between the electric light and stone fire, Jiang Ziliu's arms and Qu Chuxiao's head were exploded, making the two well-known martial arts masters one dead and one disabled.

'S record is enough to attract attention.

The state of the martial arts, once it reaches the level of the master, can also be regarded as a character.

The great master of the Beihai Empire, said not much, not much.

Can definitely be regarded as a group of characters at the pyramid level of the imperial martial arts level.

Lin Beichen's performance on the exchange competition stage has shocked all parties.

"Lin Gongzi, please return the same way."

The black armor warrior leader headed by, Sei Lie, his tone was not so tough. He said: "Seven days later, the Temple of Thousand Grasses is going to attack the temple to test the gods, and the Temple of Yunmeng has been blocked. No one can enter.

"Whose order?"

Asked Lin Beichen curiously.

The black armor warrior slightly hesitated and said, "Master Wing Wuji."

"He?"

Lin Beichen was really a bit surprised. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "He is a member of the Fengyuxing Provincial Police Department. He even assisted Qiancaoxing Province and attacked the temple of his own province? Crooked. "

The leader of the black armor warrior said: "Adults are just to avoid hurting innocent people."

"Injured the innocent?"

Lin Beichen smiled ironically.

The leader of the black armor samurai turned hard, urging: "It's no use talking more, Master Lin, please return the same way."

Lin Beichen smiled.

He vaguely felt that in the dense forest around the mountain road, with the cover of the rain sound, a lot of martial arts breath has been quietly concealed, hiding in a dark place, looming himself.

You can even hear the sound of a bowstring machine slowly stretching.

That's the sound of the crossbow.

It is conceivable that there are dozens of crossbow arrows secretly in the dark, and the rain is glowing with the cold light, aiming at himself.

"You may not know one thing."

Lin Beichen slowly put away the umbrella and put it on the side of the road.

He grinned and said, "I am also a member of this Yunmeng Temple."

The voice of has not fallen.

He suddenly had a silver long sword in his hand.

Sword out.

Jianyi.

The sword light flashed.

Opposite the leader of the black armor warrior, his body froze instantly.

Lin Beichen's figure, like a ghost, disappeared in place.

Jianguang flashed four times in a row.

Four silver brilliances flashed away in the twilight rain curtain.

The long swords in the hands of the other four black armoured warriors were considered martial arts-level masters, but they only had the time to draw a finger, and their body suddenly froze, and they were still for a moment, as if they had been acupunctured, and the method of stabilization was applied. .

In the white rain curtain, you can see that the five people's chests gradually rendered a touch of blood, growing bigger and bigger, and finally dyed half of the chest, and then slowly fell down.

Jianqi, had penetrated their hearts long ago.

The power of Jianyi is simply not such a master of the third or fourth-level martial arts realm that he can resist.

Boom Boom Boom Boom!

The sound of bow string trembling sounded from the jungle on both sides.

Hundreds of armor-breaking crossbow arrows instantly, like the locusts that cut through the rain curtain, rushed towards the location where Lin Beichen was located.

Lin Beichen grinned.

The knee is slightly bent.

Boom!

On the ground of the mountain road, a pit with a diameter of three or four meters suddenly collapsed.

At the center of the depression, there are two clear footprints.

The cracks on the ground were like spider webs, spreading densely into the pits.

Lin Beichen's figure, by the force of the anti-seismic force, rushed into the jungle on the right side like a tiger with wings.

Scramble!

Sharp crossbow arrows, at this time, were shot deeply into the cracked earth and stone.

In the dense forest by the mountain road, there were several low-pitched muffles.

Quickly and quietly.

Deadly quiet.

At this time, from the jungle on the other side of the mountain road, forty black warriors with black crossbows and swords rushed out. .

Is obviously going to support his partner on the other side.

But only halfway through, the steps stopped instantly.

Because Lin Beichen in a green shirt, already carrying the silver sword, Xianting walked out of the jungle.

The blue shirt was raining and was completely wet.

But there was no embarrassment at all.

Has a more prosperous body shape, with a perfect ratio of limbs to trunk.

"Leave you behind, and after seven days, you must be helping again."

Lin Beichen smiled.

Sword aggressive.

In the white rain curtain, the silver sword light suddenly died.

Lin Beichen's figure, like a flash of lightning, flashed back and forth a few times among the opponent crowd, and even there was no sound of sword symphony.

He picked up the umbrella on the ground and reopened it.

Walked forward slowly.

"Oh, when can you, like Master, propagate mysterious energy, cover the rain curtain, walk through the pouring rain, and the water will not touch the body?"

He sighed regretfully.

Such a scene is really enough to pretend.

Unlike now, as long as you use mysterious energy, you have to streak in an instant.

The sound of rain is getting louder.

There was a thunderous roar in the low sky.

When Lin Beichen's figure disappeared in the distant mountain road, the black armor samurai figures in the stiff mountain roads slowly fell down.

On the chest, between the throats or the eyebrows ...

A little faint blood halo was softly released in these parts of the corpse, and immediately stained the rainwater around him. On the half-destructed mountain road, a red stream was outlined until the blood in these corpses completely flow dry!

No **** smell in the air.

The cold rain washed the ground and took everything away.

Kill ten people in one step.

……

Lin Beichen came to the shrine.

Crisp and sweet singing came from deep inside the hall.

Fifteen, six, seven or eight years old girl priests, dressed in white and impeccable priest robes, lined up neatly, kneeled in front of the statue under the crown of the sword lord, and reverently chanted Shinto books.

"Let the sword of light plow the turbid darkness, the dawn will finally come ..."

"When darkness falls, only by wielding a sword in your hand can you be saved!"

The holy and pure atmosphere, echoed inside and outside the hall.

The beautiful image is like a moving 3D rendering animation.

Lin Beichen stood at the entrance of the hall, waiting for his wet clothes to be dried by body temperature.

Most of the girl priests in the temple can be named.

In the past, he followed the Qin priest to learn the classics of Shinto, he had many contacts with these naive girls.

When they are with them, Lin Beichen will have a trance back to the student life of the previous life, that kind of carefree feeling.

This kind of feeling is totally unavailable in the Third Junior College.

Is still a naive girl, but has to withstand the test of [attack the temple to test the god].

How cruel.

Once the Yunmeng Temple is out of order, what kind of fate will they be defined as ‘the gods bearers’?

Will definitely be more terrible than death.

Lin Beichen was pondering at the door.

Footsteps were heard behind.

A familiar, faint, and cold body fragrance came from the rain.

Lin Beichen already knew who was coming.

He turned around.

Surely saw the beautiful face of the Qin priest who was in trouble for the country and the country.

"You came?"

Lord Qin looked as usual, handed over a moon-white velvet cloak, and said, "Have you not mastered the flame Xuanqi? You can't stop the rain."

what.

Lin Beichen's heart was suddenly warm.

Seeing me wet, turned over his clothes like a gentle wife.

Sister Qin cares about me.

what.

He took the cloak.

Sister Qin, I am willing to kill you for the third time for you.

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Because the original picture of Ye Weiyang painted by Mr. Watermelon is already out. It will be released soon.