Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Chapter 1926: Why not bald?

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But in the next moment, everyone's smiles suddenly froze.

The hidden weapons that shot like electricity all hit Lin Beichen's face, but they didn't break even one of his hairs.

The sharpest point of the hidden weapon, which could kill an emperor instantly, pierced Lin Beichen's facial skin. It was only slightly dented, and then bounced off the face.

What

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What a thick skin.

Are there such 'shameless' people in the world

The eyes of the two people who fired the hidden weapons almost popped out.

They used their best hidden weapons to kill who knows how many people and sent countless strong men on their way. In the process, it was not like no one blocked their hidden weapons.

But no one has ever been able to defeat their attacks by standing still and relying solely on their face to deflect them away.

At this time, the giant man who had transformed into a bald bear had rushed forward like lightning.

His claws sparked in the air due to their high-speed movement, tearing apart white cracks in the void barrier. Like the sharpest weapons in the world, he struck Lin Beichen hard with left and right blows. on the temples.

Even a piece of imperial gold would be smashed into tatters in an instant.

Sure enough, the sound of cracking bones filling the air.

But the next moment, what sounded was the miserable howl of a bald bear.

Because his pair of bear claws shattered into pieces.

The two claws that had killed a high-level star-level warrior hit Lin Beichen's temples like rotten wood hitting gold and iron. The hardness of both sides was not at the same level at all. They shattered and exploded, and blood flew everywhere.

"Roar."

The bald bear's eyes were scarlet. He lowered his head and hit Lin Beichen's forehead hard with his huge head.

Why is his head bald

Because of practicing.

What kind of exercise do you do

The secret technique of Shattering Stars.

It is equivalent to low martial arts iron head skill.

Because the density and strength of his head were too high, even when he was transformed, he could no longer grow hair on his head.

Once upon a time, the bald bear's bald head was invincible, breaking the imperial weapon, smashing the stars, and killing the Star Lord.

His head is harder and stronger than his claws.

This is his final shot.

He was confident that he could knock Li Shaofei's head to pieces in an instant - or at least make him dizzy and lose his fighting ability.

But the ideal is full and the reality is cruel.

A ten thousandth of a second later, the bald bear discovered something that made him desperate.

The opponent's head is harder than his.

Click.

It was like a watermelon hitting an iron ball hard.

The bald bear's head was opened in an instant, the skull was instantly torn apart, and the 'meat' inside was sprayed out.

And the terrifying power of shock followed the broken head and directly affected his body, and then he was so proud of it. After the transformation, a huge body comparable to the relics of the ancient times was directly shaken like porcelain, and appeared. There were cracks one after another, and then they collapsed and collapsed quickly.

For a moment when his thoughts were distracted, the bald bear issued a soul torture that would make him die in silence—

"Li Shaofei's head is so hard, why isn't he bald?"

Then, his body completely collapsed.

The soul flew out and fled back in panic.

But with the existence of the soul-inducing lamp, how could it be possible to escape

The green light shines down.

The soul of the bald bear floated towards the green lamp involuntarily, shrinking continuously, and was finally imprisoned within the lampshade, unable to escape despite a desperate struggle.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe who was painting at random finally finished his painting.

"In the painting of heaven and earth, I am the master of the sky and the fire."

He waved the brush in his hand.

A pattern of blazing fire appeared on the scroll, burning the figure in the words.

At the same time, in front of Lin Beichen, groups of terrifying sky fires appeared out of thin air, almost burning through the space, surrounding him, and burning like crazy.

"Um?"

Lin Beichen was surprised: "Interesting."

This secret technique of painting hurtful people is really eye-catching.

But this level of flames couldn't pose any real threat to him, and it couldn't even scorch and bend his hairs.

"Are there any other means?"

Lin Beichen looked at the middle-aged scribe excitedly.

The middle-aged scribe felt his scalp numb.

This was the first time he saw someone not showing any expression of pain and wailing after being attacked by his forbidden technique, but actually looking like he was enjoying it.

Li Shaofei's expression seemed to be saying: be stronger, please use your strength.

"In the world in the painting, I am the master and the sky is struck by lightning."

The middle-aged scribe waved his brush again.

One after another, world-destroying thunderbolts appeared in the scroll and continued to strike down on the heads of the people in the painting.

Along with this, in reality, purple thunder appeared above Lin Beichen's head, containing the aura of great tribulation, and struck down mercilessly.

Crack and boom.

Thunder kept hitting Lin Beichen's head.

Its power is very terrifying.

"What a powerful force."

Lin Beichen also sighed and said, "It actually messed up my hair."

He was surprised.

At the same time, the power of thunder and lightning kept hitting his head, making him feel truly comfortable, as if he had experienced a blind massage, feeling numb, numb and refreshed.

"What?"

The middle-aged scribe was shocked.

This was the first time he saw that his secret technique was so ineffective.

"Stop him."

The middle-aged scribe shouted loudly, spraying a mouthful of blood on the scroll, and the brush in his hand began to dance wildly.

The surrounding killer kings suppressed the fear in their hearts, joined forces again, each used their strongest means, and frantically attacked Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen punched casually and kept punching out.

Bang bang bang.

Blood mist fills the air

A killer with one punch.

The two sides are not on the same level at all.

What arrived this time was a new ancestral clone that had been transformed by a magic camera. It was not easy to deal with these emperors and star masters. With the power of a casual punch, they could be killed in an instant.

One after another, the souls fled frantically, but they could not escape the green light, and were directly sucked and imprisoned by the soul-inducing lamp.

"It's done."

The middle-aged scribe suddenly shouted.

He didn't know what he did on the scroll, and then he suddenly grabbed the scroll with both hands and tore it apart.

Kaka.

Stab.

Amidst the strange noises, the space around Lin Beichen seemed to be torn into pieces like paper. Fire slurry poured into the sky, ghosts floated underground, and the torn void flashed crazily like the light of a sword.

All kinds of terrifying destructive energy completely annihilated the space within ten meters around him.

oh

Lin Beichen understood again.

The middle-aged scribe's attack is very strange. When he tears the scroll, he can directly destroy the enemy's real space together with the enemy.

A very unexplainable secret.

The only drawback is that

"Your strength is too weak and you can't bring out the true power of this secret technique. Let me get you here."

Lin Beichen raised his hand.

Lingkong directly grabbed the paintbrush from the middle-aged scribe's hand.

He has already seen that the reason why the middle-aged scribe can perform this magical secret technique is because of this pen.

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There was a positive initial test result in the community, so the quarantine team spent the whole morning doing nucleic acid tests and trying to find ways to buy groceries and stock up on groceries.

In the last chapter, a brother asked, please answer, this is the second child, and there are still more than ten days until the due date, but now it is blocked, my head hurts.

Finally, I wish my eight million female readers a happy Goddess’ Day.