Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Feeling excited.

　　 The anger of oppression and slaughter, at this moment, was finally ignited and burned.

　　Even the ignorant children were infected by their parents and shouted ‘fight’.

　　 "You... sin is unforgivable."

The cruel and icy voice of Bishop Rong covered the sky.

　　锵锵锵锵!

　　The army of the sea clan under the mountain, struck the armor with weapons, and made a metallic symphony.

　　 This voice is full of killing gas and is the prelude to death and killing.

　　Tap step by step!

　　 neat footsteps, roaring like the evil waves of the world.

　　Pair of a pair of sea clan army, like moving steel and skeleton wall, slowly move forward.

　　 is like death is suffocating oppression, coming on the face.

　　 "Young Master Lin, what shall we do?"

　　 Wu Fenggu's calves were soft and his legs were trembling.

　　 The expression of fear and panic also inevitably appeared on the faces of many Yunmeng people.

　　 They are ordinary people after all.

　　 Even a martial arts strongman, when faced with the shadow of death, is unavoidably frightened.

"last chance……"

　　Bishop Rong was like a hunter who was playing with prey in a cage, and his voice was stirred again: "Subjugation, or death."

　　 There was silence on Xiaoxi Mountain.

　　 "Succumb to your uncle."

　　 Lin Beichen smiled.

He looked at the faces around him full of trust and expectation, and said: "Come, men, women and children come with me, let us move in unison, compare to life, compare to old women..." …"

　　 Then he pointed his **** fiercely against the sky.

　　 This action is the general body language of the plane.

　　 meaning is simple and crude.

　　 didn't know who smirked.

　　 Then more than ten thousand people faced the sky in unison and raised their middle fingers.

　　 Lin Beichen even wanted to fly into the sky at this moment.

　　 This scene must be very spectacular.

　　 The laughter grew louder.

　　 The fear that enveloped the crowd seemed to be dispelled at once.

Yes.

　　 Laughter always brings courage and optimism.

　　 "Stupid and cheap."

　　 Bishop Rong standing on the head of Giant Jiao, his face gloomy like water.

　　In her long life, she has never seen such a scene.

　　More than ten thousand people raised her **** together.

　　She felt a huge insult.

　　 "You will pay the most painful price for your stupid choice." 　　 She raised her arm high and was preparing to slowly put it down.

　　The cyan giant jelly at the foot is also brewing a horrible ice storm in his body.

　　 The azure cold flow spit out slowly from its nostrils.

　　 Its mouth like a blood pool has been slowly opened.

　　 A light of azure blue appeared between its throats.

　　 as a green jiao with a life span of 500 years, the inherent cruelty and violence, let it enjoy the fear expression of the opponent at the time of each breath of ice, and the beautiful picture of the ice sculptures after the killing.

　　 That is simply a masterpiece of God's art.

　　 And it feels like God.

　　 One day, it will make those who bind it and step on top of it pay a price.

　　At this moment, it can only wait quietly for instructions.

　　 However, the arm of Bishop Rong did not finally fall.

On Xiaoxi Mountain below, milky white brilliance appeared on Lin Beichen's body.

　　 He floated up slowly.

　　 is a pair of huge white swords, spreading behind him.

　　 The dazzling glory of divine power flows.

　　 A coercion that shocked her and the cyan giant underfoot, slowly permeating.

　　 "You can still use the power of the sword lord?"

　　 Bishop Rong looked surprised: "This is impossible."

She has seen the fighting image between Lin Beichen and Heilang Wuya, and she also knows that Lin Beichen has inspired the power of the sword master once, but the final judgment result is contained in the bright sword of the moon Divine power.

　　 And now, the Great Bright Sword has been destroyed.

　　 Where does Lin Beichen come from?

　　 "You still have the Oracle artifact in your hand?"

Bishop Rong quickly responded and made a judgment.

　　 Lin Beichen smiled proudly with his hands on his hips: "Haha, didn't think of it. You should leave the army now, let us leave here, it's too late, don't force me to enlarge the move."

　　Chu marks on the ground, Liu Qihai saw this scene, and could not help but draw a black line on his forehead.

　　 came again and again.

　　 Young Master Lin can't avoid this style.

　　 Even in this life and death.

　　But nearly 10,000 other Yunmeng people on Xiaoxi Mountain, at this moment, ignited a raging fighting spirit and hope for survival.

　　 They didn't know that Lin Beichen's radiance of divine power at this time was not given by the sword lord, but actually came from the power of faith in their bodies.

　　The more they trust Lin Beichen and the more fanatical, the stronger Lin Beichen's strength will be.

　　 Especially Lin Beichen's casual and arrogant expression and language made Yunmeng more excited and convinced. This young boy must have a way to solve the immediate distress.

　　Faith has become firmer.

　　 Lin Beichen's divine power continued to climb and soar.

The surprised expression on Bishop Rong's face flashed away, and he immediately sneered.

　　 "This kind of divine power is not enough to change anything. If you gather Yunmeng people and make a bold statement to leave, it is just this, then I can only say that you are too naive."

　　 Lin Beichen heard the words and rubbed his brow with his middle finger.

　　 "Do you believe it or not, as long as I make an action, the next moment, you will kneel to me in the sky, let me ask for it?"

　　 His posture is frivolous and authentic.

　　 "Even if the real master of the sword comes, it is impossible."

Bishop Rong looked at Lin Beichen with his sword wings floating slowly, and there was a sneer of scorn on his face, saying: "You are fighting all the world of the human race in the Beihai Ditch, for our sea people, it is like garbage on the roadside. Same thing, not worth mentioning."

　　 Lin Beichen smiled.

　　 smiled very happy.

　　 smiled proudly.

　　 smiled very beating.

"is it?"

　　 He asked back, and then slowly raised something in his hand.

　　 A little yellow starfish.

　　 A faint shimmer flashed.

　　 When the wind blows, there will be the sound of the waves and waves.

　　 "Does the **** in your mouth include this thing?"

　　 asked Lin Beichen lightly.

　　 At this moment, Bishop Rong has been cold and superior expression, completely solidified.

　　In her eyes, she burst into incredible shock.

　　 Even the two tentacles on her forehead, as well as the two treacherous tiny pupils at the tip of the tentacles, stiffened.

"This is impossible……"

　　 She exclaimed in silence.

　　 Lin Beichen looked at him with a smile and said, "Kneel."

　　 "How do you have..."

　　 Bishop Rong couldn't believe his eyes.

"I say……"

　　 Lin Beichen said one by one, "Kneel-down -!!!"

　　 The starfish in his hand has increased light.

　　 A strange coercion pervaded.

　　 There seemed to be a tumbling tide between the heavens and the earth.

　　 Bishop Rong kneeled down involuntarily.

　　 A few kilometers away.

　　 high in the sky.

　　 Standing next to Prince Yu and a figure shrouded in a faint white haze, Yu Keer's face appeared surprised: "What is that?"

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On the public account [Crazy World Sword], an original picture of Mu Xinyue's characters was published. Many book friends said that it was too beautiful. They couldn't bear to blacken and wanted a harem... Haha, brothers, please pay attention to a wave of it. In the follow-up, I will sort out the original painting of Lord Qin.