Do you know me
These words, like a heavy hammer, struck hard on the hearts of several black-clothed soldiers one by one, making their hearts beat wildly.
Of course I do.
How could I not recognize him
After today, Lin Beichen's name will probably shock the entire empire.
After all, the [One-Handed Sword Seal] was incredibly powerful. In a flash of lightning, it exploded Jiang Ziliu's arms and Qu Chuxiao's head, leaving two renowned martial arts masters dead and crippled.
Such a record is enough to attract attention.
Once a warrior reaches the master level, he can be regarded as a person of one side.
The grandmaster-level powerhouse of the Beihai Empire can be said to be more or less.
They can definitely be regarded as a group of figures at the top of the imperial pyramid of martial arts.
Lin Beichen's performance on the exchange stage has shocked everyone.
"Master Lin, please go back the way you came."
The leader of the black-armored warriors, with a stern expression and a soft tone, said, "In seven days, Qiancao Temple will attack the temple to test the gods. Yunmeng Temple has been blocked and no one can enter. We are also following orders."
"By whose order?"
Lin Beichen asked curiously.
The black-armored warrior hesitated slightly and said, "Lord Ying Wuji."
"he?"
Lin Beichen was really a little surprised. He couldn't help but smile and said: "He is from the Fengyu Province Police Department, and he actually assisted Qiancao Province to attack the temple in his own province? Tsk, tsk, tsk, this ass can't sit on it enough Crooked.”
The leader of the black-armored warriors said: "My lord, you just want to avoid hurting innocent people."
"Injury to innocent people?"
Lin Beichen smiled sarcastically.
The leader of the black-armored warriors turned harder and urged: "It's useless to talk more. Master Lin, please go back the way you came."
Lin Beichen continued to smile.
He vaguely felt that in the dense forest around the mountain road, with the help of the cover of the rain, there were already a lot of martial arts auras quietly hiding in the dark, vaguely surrounding him.
You can even hear the mechanical sound of the bowstring being slowly stretched.
That was the sound of a crossbow being strung up.
It is conceivable that there may be dozens of crossbow arrows in the dark at this time, with a cold light shining in the rain, pointing at him.
"You may not know something."
Lin Beichen slowly put away the umbrella and placed it on the roadside.
He grinned and said: "I am not only a member of the Yunmeng Temple, but also one of the main priests."
The words have not yet finished.
Suddenly, there was a silver sword in his hand.
A sword thrust out.
Jianyi.
The sword flashed.
The leader of the black-armored warriors on the opposite side froze instantly.
Lin Beichen's figure disappeared from the place like a ghost.
The sword light flashed four times in a row.
Four silver rays in the dusk and rain
.
The sound of rain became louder and louder.
There was also rolling thunder roaring low in the sky.
When Lin Beichen's figure disappeared into the mountain road in the distance, the black-armored warriors standing frozen in the mountain road slowly fell down.
On the chest, between the throat or between the eyebrows...
A little bit of faint blood spread softly on these parts of the corpses, and soon dyed the rain around them red, outlines of small red streams on the half-ruined mountain road, until the blood in these corpses completely flowed out. Dry!
There was no smell of blood in the air.
The cold rain washed over the earth, taking everything with it.
Kill ten people in one move.
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Lin Beichen came to the temple.
The clear and melodious singing sound came from deep in the hall.
The female priests, ranging in age from fifteen to sixteen, seventy-eight years old, dressed in pure white priestly robes, lined up neatly, kneeling in front of the statue under the crown of the Lord of Swords, chanting Shinto scriptures devoutly.
"Let the sword of light plow through the turbid darkness, and the dawn will eventually come..."
"When darkness falls, only by wielding your sword can you be saved!"
The clear breath of holiness and solemnity echoed inside and outside the hall.
It's as beautiful as a moving 3D rendering animation.
Lin Beichen stood at the door of the hall, waiting for his wet clothes to be dried by his body temperature.
He could name most of the female priests in the temple.
In the past days when he studied Shinto classics with Chief Priest Qin, he had a lot of contact with these innocent girls.
When he was with them, Lin Beichen would have a carefree feeling like he was back in his previous life as a student.
This feeling cannot be felt at all in the Third Junior College.
They are still just innocent girls, but they have to undergo the test of [attacking the temple to test the gods].
How cruel.
Once the Yunmeng Temple is lost, what fate will happen to them, who are defined as 'god-bearers'
It will definitely be more terrifying than death.
Lin Beichen was thinking blankly at the door.
There were footsteps behind me.
A familiar, light body fragrance that is getting colder on a rainy day comes.
Lin Beichen already knew who was coming.
He turned around.
Sure enough, I saw the beautiful face of Chief Priest Qin, who brought disaster to the country and the city, and was unparalleled in beauty.
"You came?"
Chief Priest Qin's face remained as usual, and he handed over a moon-white velvet cloak and said, "Have you not mastered the flame profound energy yet? It can't stop the rain."
ah.
Lin Beichen's heart suddenly felt warm.
When she saw me wet, she handed over my clothes like a gentle wife.
Sister Qin is caring about me.
ah.
He took the cloak.
Sister Qin, I am willing to die for the third time with all my energy for you.
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