Chapter 102

"Bah."

Lin Beichen interrupted directly: "you are such a smart trash. I don't deserve to know your name. Look at the sword!"

He's direct.

It's very rare to know your name.

There is an iron law in the world of pretending force: two people who are also committed to pretending force, only the winner is qualified to name himself.

He still uses the moon shooting sword.

Green bird sword in his hands, blooming a continuous blue cold awn.

The essence of [moon shooting sword technique] lies in one shooting character.

Every sword is like a strong bow and crossbow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The sound of breaking the air is heard all the time.

In an instant, Lin Beichen drew a bow on a moonlit night and stabbed out seven swords.

The boy in purple only felt that the cold light in front of him was falling like stars. In a hurry, he could only resist with his sword.

Ding Ding Ding!

There was a sudden metallic thud.

But after the third impact, the boy in purple felt a chill in his wrist, and then the pain came, and he could not hold the sword any more.

Poof!

The sound of flesh and blood being stabbed again.

The scarlet blood shot.

"Ah..."

The sword in the hand of the boy in purple fell to the ground and screamed.

The tendon of his right wrist was also broken, and blood gushed from his left finger.

"Oh, still vulnerable."

Lin Beichen received the sword: "it's not worthy to let me know your name. Go away."

His Xuanqi strength reached the martial arts realm.

However, because the Xuanqi attribute has not yet been awakened, it can only be regarded as a "pseudo martial arts environment.".

However, because of his terrible physical strength, the actual combat is only higher than that of a first-class martial arts division.

But this boy in purple, stronger than Xia Hou, reached the level 10 of the samurai realm, but he was still not the enemy of Lin Beichen.

Hearing Lin Beichen's words, his whole body trembled with anger, and his teeth almost broke.

A well-known black sheep in the city, in the preliminary competition, opportunistic stand out, thought to be a clown, did not expect to have such a strong strength.

The teenagers in the pavilion are a little confused at this time.

No matter how dull they are, they have realized that Lin Beichen's strength is more terrible than what they imagined.

Xia houchong was defeated by a sword. Fortunately, after all, he just entered the tenth level of the samurai realm

Already.

But his elder brother Xia hou'ang is the top ten in the samurai realm.

But still in Lin Beichen between a move to retreat.

Is the strength of this scum already in the samurai realm?

That's not right.

He clearly did not awaken the nature of Xuanqi. Xuanqi had no external color, and could not be a martial arts teacher.

For a time, their judgment of Lin Beichen's strength was somewhat uncertain, and they were secretly frightened.

"Come on, aren't you arrogant just now?"

Lin Beichen hooked his finger and said, "roll out to pick up the sword."

"It's arrogant."

"I can't help it."

"Look at the sword."

After all, a young man is a young man. He is vigorous and can't be stimulated.

Several figures dart out from the pavilion, each hand, sword light flashing, straight to take Lin Beichen.

"Come on."

Lin Beichen laughs and shows his identity.

The figure is like a feather flying in the cloud, which is fast and slow, left and right, up and down, floating in different rhythm, which is difficult to capture.

At the same time, the green bird sword in his hand, with the move of [moon shooting sword technique], stabs out continuously.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The point of the sword pierces the air and makes a roaring sound.

Every time the sword was pierced, a young man flew out with a cry of pain.

In the twinkling of an eye, five or six young men covered their wrists, abandoned their swords and retreated, blood spilling from their fingers.

"Tut Tut, this is the genius who claims to be the elite of the young generation in Yunmeng city. The weak makes me pee."

Lin Beichen shouts his sword and shakes his head.

Are all the people who have received the invitation of other young people's Kendo talents for the so-called sword test tonight?

The genius in Yunmeng city is really incompetent.

The teenagers were ashamed and angry, but they could not refute.

Lin Beichen's powerful, only in the real face of his time, can truly realize.

They didn't even have time to fight because of their erratic posture and strange sword style. Just now, five or six people joined hands to encircle them, but they were defeated between several faces.

The gap between the two sides is like a curse.

"Who else?"

Lin Beichen drank a lot.

In the pavilion, the other teenagers, who have not yet made a move, look vino, and put out their plans to force their way out.

Cao Tianjiang

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