"Pooh."
Lin Beichen interrupted directly: "You are a smart-aleck waste, you don't deserve to be known by my name, look at the sword!"
He took action directly.
Who cares about knowing your name
There is an iron law in the world of pretense: only the winner of two people who are equally committed to pretense is qualified to say his or her name.
What he used was still the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique].
The Blue Bird Sword bloomed with a continuous green cold light in his hand.
The essence of [Shooting the Moon Sword Technique] lies in the word "shoot".
Every thrust of the sword was like a strong bow and a hard crossbow.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The sound of breaking through the sky is endless.
In an instant, Lin Beichen used the [Moonlit Night Drawing Bow] style and thrust out seven swords.
The young man in purple felt that the cold light in front of him was coming like stars falling, and in a hurry, he could only block it with his sword.
Ding ding ding!
There was a sudden clash of metals.
But after the third impact, the boy in purple felt his wrist go cold, then severe pain came, and he could no longer hold the sword.
puff!
The sound of flesh being punctured sounded again.
Dark red blood spurted out.
"ah… "
The long sword in the purple-clothed boy's hand fell to the ground and screamed.
The tendons of his right wrist were also severed, and blood gushed out from between the fingers of his left hand protecting his wrist.
"Oh, still vulnerable."
Lin Beichen sheathed his sword: "You don't deserve to let me know your name at all, get lost."
The intensity of his profound energy has reached the level of a martial artist.
But because he has not yet awakened the mysterious attribute, he can only be regarded as a 'pseudo martial artist'.
However, because of his terrifying physical strength, if the two are superimposed, the actual battle is only higher than that of a first-level martial artist.
The purple-clothed boy was stronger than Xia Houchong and had reached the tenth level of the warrior realm, but he was still no match for Lin Beichen.
Hearing Lin Beichen's words, he was so angry that his whole body trembled, and his teeth almost broke.
A well-known prodigal son in the whole city, he stood out through opportunism in the preliminary round. He thought he was a clown, but he didn't expect to have such strong strength.
The teenagers in the pavilion were also a little confused at this time.
No matter how slow they were, they had already realized that Lin Beichen's strength was more terrifying than they imagined.
Xiahou Chong was defeated with a sword, which is not bad, after all, he had just entered the tenth level of the warrior realm.
already.
But his brother Xia Houang is truly at the top of the tenth level of the warrior realm.
But he was still defeated in one move by Lin Beichen.
Could it be that the strength of this scum is already at the warrior level
That's not right either.
He clearly has not awakened the attribute of Xuan Qi, and Xuan Qi has no external color, so he cannot be in the martial arts realm.
For a moment, they were all a little uncertain about Lin Beichen's strength, and were secretly frightened.
"Come on, weren't you very arrogant just now?"
Lin Beichen hooked his fingers and said, "Come out and take the sword."
"Too arrogant."
"I can't bear it anymore."
"Look at the sword."
A young man is a young man after all, he is still young and cannot be provoked.
Several figures sprang out from the pavilion, each taking action, sword light flashing, heading straight for Lin Beichen.
"Well come."
Lin Beichen laughed and used the identity of [Feiyu in the Cloud].
The figure is like a feather flying in the clouds. It is fast and slow, left and right, up and down. It floats uncertainly with different rhythms, making it difficult to catch.
At the same time, the Blue Bird Sword in his hand kept thrusting out with the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique] move.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The tip of the sword pierced the air, making a whistling sound.
Every time the sword thrust out, a young man flew backwards screaming in pain.
In the blink of an eye, the five or six young men who took action covered their wrists, abandoned their swords and retreated, blood overflowing from their fingers.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the genius who claims to be the young elite of Yunmeng City. He is so weak that it makes me pee urgently."
Lin Beichen put away his sword and shook his head.
Could it be that tonight's so-called sword test appointment, and those who received invitations from other youth group swordsman geniuses, are all these guys
The geniuses in Yunmeng City really couldn't handle it.
The teenagers were ashamed and angry, but unable to refute.
Lin Beichen's power can only be truly realized when you actually face him.
The erratic body movements and weird sword movements made it too late for them to even parry. Just now, basically five or six people joined forces to besiege him, but in the end, they were all defeated in just a few encounters.
The gap between the two sides is like a divine punishment.
"Who else?"
Lin Beichen shouted.
In the pavilion, the other teenagers who had not yet taken action had expressions of disgust on their faces and gave up any intention of forcing their way forward.
General Cao Potian