At this moment, time seemed to slow down.
Unstoppable.
This thought came to Lin Beichen's mind.
The power of the master of swordsmanship is extraordinary and unparalleled, and cannot be resisted by his current level of third-level martial arts master.
Neither does cheating.
The body has already reacted before the thought.
As soon as he moved, he immediately leaned back tactically.
call out!
The sword light almost grazed his temples and shot towards him.
laugh!
A touch of coldness ran across his temples.
A few strands of broken hair were flying in the air.
"Old Yu!"
Yu Wanlou's eyes burst out with ecstatic light.
At the moment of life and death, he seized the opportunity at that moment, and without caring about anything else, he rolled like a lazy donkey, instantly widening the distance between him and Lin Beichen, and jumped towards the hole in the broken wall where the sword light had poured into before.
Lin Beichen frowned and did not pursue him.
He felt a cold sword intent running along the tiny wound on his temple.
He dodged quickly just now, but he was still injured by the sword energy.
He raised his hand and touched the wound.
Fingertips are bright red.
Bleeding.
But it’s not the flesh wounds that are troublesome.
But that touch of cold sword energy.
The sword energy had already followed the wound and begun to invade the skull.
How terrifying is the sword energy of a master of swordsmanship
Logically speaking, if a third-level martial artist is scratched by this sword energy, he will have no way to resist. His skull will be shattered and his brain will burst to death.
But Lin Beichen only felt slightly cold.
He subconsciously circulated the mysterious energy around his head, and with a flash of orange-red light, the coldness disappeared instantly.
There were still drops of blood coming out of the minor wounds on the temples.
The previous water attribute mysterious energy was for healing.
Today's fire attribute profound energy seems to be refining? get rid of? Tempered body
Not sure yet.
But its magical power is definitely not weaker than the water-attribute profound energy.
Lin Beichen thought to himself, and he sensed carefully again, and was relieved when he was sure that the cold sword energy had really been completely eliminated.
boom!
The wooden wall of the box was blown open by the powerful force.
A tall old man with gray hair flew in with Yu Wanlou.
This old man is two meters tall, burly, with gray hair and an ordinary face. However, there is a shocking sword mark that slashed diagonally downward from the right side between his eyebrows, almost splitting his entire face into two pieces. Now the wound has healed. , it is still shocking to watch. You can imagine how serious the injury was at the beginning.
Very murderous.
Lin Beichen was secretly shocked.
The burly old man's eyes were open and closed, and his eyes were as bright as sword light. When he looked at him, it was like countless sharp swords were stabbing him, which made Lin Beichen feel a tingling sensation in his skin.
"That's him... Mr. Yu, kill him for me."
Yu Wanlou stood beside the burly old man and roared like a wounded beast.
The burly old man was his guardian Yu Lao.
Mr. Yu moved his eyes away from Lin Beichen and glanced around the private room where cups and plates were scattered. He saw Zhu Zhiwen's body chopped into two pieces on the ground, and then looked at the other killed noble youths. His pupils were slightly dim. Shrink.
"Did you kill all these people?"
He looked at Lin Beichen again.
"So what?"
Lin Beichen looked at him with a sneer.
"You are so ruthless and murderous at such a young age. If you are allowed to live and grow up, wouldn't it mean that your blood will spread all over the world and you will become a demon star? I will not spare you."
Elder Yu's attitude was condescending and he said calmly: "But, little guy, I think you are the one favored by the gods. You can commit suicide. I will leave your body intact."
Lin Beichen smiled.
He raised his middle finger—
"Silly dick."
How can you say such shameless words
A master of swordsmanship is nothing more than that.
An angry look appeared on Mr. Yu's face.
The change in his expression caused the muscles to change and affected the red sword mark. The evil aura became stronger and stronger. He said: "You don't know how to praise me. Although you are a favored one by the gods, you have committed such a crime. Even the temple cannot protect you. I originally wanted to Give the temple some decency, but now...die!"
Snapped.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Very familiar action.
Lin Beichen looked at Yu Wanlou on the side.
The reason was found.
This low-level pretense method turns out to be from the same origin.
Yu Wanlou laughed full of venom and said: "Haha, surnamed Lin, you just got hit by Mr. Yu's sword, and you are as strong as your head. As long as Mr. Yu triggers it, you must be... "
At this point, he suddenly stopped with a shocked look on his face.
Because Lin Beichen just stood there, not only did his head not explode, he didn't even show a trace of pain.
He suddenly remembered that when he used [True Dragon Purple Flame] to snap his fingers to kill Lin Beichen, he was like this before, but there was no response.
The air was suddenly quiet again.
Mr. Yu was startled, with a look of surprise on his face, and said, "You can actually suppress my ice sword energy?"
Pressure on your sister.
Lin Beichen was speechless.
As expected, the master and the guard were both sent to reincarnate behind the back of a ghost.
"Come on, since you are so unrepentant, I will personally take action to help you."
Mr. Yu's face turned cold.
The chill spreads.
A series of hexagonal ice crystals visible to the naked eye suddenly condensed, like snowflakes and spiritual crystals, swirling and flying around him.
Ice profound energy.
The arrogant woman next to her couldn't help but open her eyes wide when she saw this scene.
The ice-type profound energy at the master level of swordsmanship far surpasses her in understanding and mastering the power, so she can just learn to imitate it.
In addition, it was also very satisfying to watch Lin Beichen, a bastard, die before his eyes.
In Mr. Yu's eyes, murderous intent flashed, and he was about to take action.
At this time -
"etc."
Lin Beichen suddenly spoke.
Mr. Yu froze slightly and sneered: "What other last words do you have?"
But Yu Wanlou looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "Lin, are you afraid? Now even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, even if you break your head and knock out the brains, I will not spare you... Mr. Yu, don't Kill him, I want to live!"
When he said this, the hatred and resentment in his tone made even the proud woman feel scared.
One can imagine how miserable Lin Beichen would be if he fell into the hands of Yu Wanlou alive.
Qianqian and Qianqian's faces turned pale after hearing this.
Lin Beichen laughed: "Whether I will knock my brains out, I don't know, but you..."
At this point, he raised his hand.
Snapped.
Also snapped his fingers.
"But you're dead."
The smile on Lin Beichen's face solidified little by little, turning into a fierce and undisguised murderous intent.
The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became tense.
Yu Wanlou's heart skipped a beat.
But when I sensed it carefully, there was no change.
Mr. Yu sneered and said: "You are trying to be mysterious, I..."
The words have not yet finished.
Wow!
A ball of orange-red flame emerged from Yu Wanlou's body.
This scene happened without warning.
So much so that Yu Wanlou himself only reacted when he saw the flames flickering in front of him. He was startled, and when he looked down, he saw that the flames had spread to his hands, arms, chest, abdomen and legs...
To the whole body.
The flames are blazing.
At this time, a severe pain that could not be described in words was felt.
"I don't!"
In Yu Wanlou's mind, he subconsciously recalled the scene where the young nobles were instantly turned into ashes after being hit by Lin Beichen's flame power. The surging fear was like a flood. He drowned.
He immediately let out a shrill and desperate roar.
He panicked and used the little power of [True Dragon Purple Flame] left in his body to resist.
But this only delayed the process of him being burned to ashes.
But the painful process of being burned by the fire was directly prolonged.
The young prince was in severe pain, as if his soul was being roasted by the flames of hell. After roaring a few times, his voice became completely hoarse, and his whole body curled up and fell.
"Old Yu...save...save me."
He reached out and grabbed Yu Lao.
But Mr. Yu backed away like a snake or a scorpion.
"Imperial Dragon Flame?"
The sturdy old man roared in terror.
To be able to frighten a swordsman master so much shows how terrifying this rumored leader of the three strange fires is.
Lin Beichen was not sure whether his flame attribute was the real [Imperial Dragon Flame].
But whether it is black fire or white fire, if it can burn the enemy to death, it is a good fire.
"Ah, ah... it hurts..."
Yu Wanlou wailed, rolled on the ground, and struggled.
Suddenly, he jumped up, knelt directly to Lin Beichen, and shouted: "I was wrong, don't kill me... I... I don't want to die yet... I am still young... I am the little prince."
He banged his head and kowtowed.
As the flames burned, he almost knocked out his own brains.
Lin Beichen's face was expressionless.
"I'll give it to you as I said before. Even if you knock out your brains, I won't let you go... Today, I will kill you."
He spoke every word authentically.
Yuwanlou has been completely engulfed in flames.
In despair, he turned to Mr. Yu and said, "Save...save...save..."
Mr. Yu's expression changed with fright, and he did not dare to approach Yu Wanlou at all. He was afraid of being contaminated by the flames. With a thought in his heart, he simply rushed towards Lin Beichen. At a very fast speed, like a stream of light, he stabbed Lin Beichen between the eyebrows with his long sword and shouted loudly: : "You little bastard, stop it, or I will kill you!"
He wanted to surround Wei and rescue Zhao.
Lin Beichen sighed in his heart and was about to take action again.
But here -
call out!
A ray of sword light shot out from the distant night sky.
Just like when Mr. Yu rescued Yu Wanlou before, this sword light seemed extremely far away, but it arrived in an instant, containing terrifying power of destruction, piercing Mr. Yu's heart.
Even Mr. Yu was in a state of panic at this moment.
He no longer cared about Lin Beichen, but twisted his body abruptly, raised his hand, drew the sword in his hand, and slashed out with the sword.
Ding!
There was a slight sound of sword sound.
But Mr. Yu's figure suddenly fell out as if struck by lightning.
"Who dares to touch my disciple?"
A familiar voice sounded.
Everyone in the private room felt their eyes were dazzled.
A thin old man in white robe suddenly appeared in front of Lin Beichen.
The presentation is average.
But the momentum is unparalleled.
It was Ding Sanshi.
It was also at this time that an infinitely vicious and shrill roar sounded, then slowly lengthened, and finally ended abruptly, drawing an abrupt but long ending.
The power of [True Dragon Purple Flame] is ultimately unmatched by the orange-red flame.
The little prince Yu Wanlou was so distracted that he fell to the ground and died completely.
Then a gust of wind came.
Soot drifts away.
The most beloved grandson of King Hai'an disappeared from the world.
Not even ashes were left behind.
"Master, help me stop that old dog."
Lin Beichen shouted.
Ding Sanshi nodded and turned to look at Mr. Yu.
The latter suddenly felt that he was surrounded and locked by the terrifying murderous intention. His body seemed to be carrying millions of kilograms of weight, and he did not dare to move at all.
Lin Beichen, on the other hand, went into action. With a few punches and a few bangs, he blasted the last few noble young men on one side and turned them into flames and ashes on the spot.
"No, no, no, don't kill me..."
Realizing that death was coming, the proud woman retreated in horror and begged.
"You have a heart like a snake and a scorpion, and you are not a good person either. Die."
Lin Beichen's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent. Without any pause in his movements, he punched out again.
Orange-red flames surged wildly.
"ah… "
The arrogant woman swung her sword to block, but was directly punched away. The famous sword in her hand fell out, and her arm cracked and fractured. The person was in mid-air, and the fire flashed and turned into a ball of flying ash.
Ding Sanshi's mouth twitched.
My disciple is so murderous.
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I overestimated myself, but Yu Wanlou and his team were basically wiped out. In order to fulfill my promise, I transformed several aristocratic young men who were going to give some lines into anonymous persons to receive their lunch boxes...
I feel like I've recovered a lot and will continue tomorrow.