Chapter 120

what?

Cao Po Tian's pupils contracted suddenly.

What else can I do?

This brain wreck, he's not hurt?

In a big surprise, Cao's reaction was half slow.

He swung his sword to stop.

Boom!

The water vapor illusion dissipates.

From Juli.

Cao Po Tian Hou stepped back and almost changed her sword style subconsciously.

Fortunately, in a flash of lightning, he controlled his hand and did not break the rules of this round of competition. Once he used moves other than "Zhushui sword technique", he would be regarded as a loser.

Ding Ding Ding!

Duolan sword set off layers of sword curtain and attacked wildly.

Cao dashed back step by step as he resisted.

In his eyes, there is a great opportunity to kill.

"I don't believe it, Lin Beichen, defeat me... [cold water strike]!"

Hide and kill again.

He held the sword in both hands, waved the magic sound of the cartoon sky wave, rolled up the terrible mysterious Qi, and cut it out mercilessly.

At the same time, Lin Beichen drank: "the secret is the cold."

Duolan sword in hand is also a flash of mysterious Qi. With the help of the mysterious pattern array of the sword body, it suddenly blooms layers of flame, which seems to be against the waves, sweeping the void. The sword is like a dragon king, going against the water, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

"What's this?"

"It's also a derived killing move?"

"Who is stronger?"

The young swordsmen only felt the strong wind blowing on their faces and choked. They retreated one after another, widened their eyes and refused to miss any moment.

As we all know, a sword skill can be extended to the extreme. It can deduce a hidden killing move based on the original sword move.

According to the different understanding and their own talent, the deduced killing move has different power.

Most of the time, the killing moves performed by the sword technique are powerful several times and extremely terrifying.

It was shocking enough when Cao smashed the sky to show "cold water strike".

However, Lin Beichen's killing move of "Zhushui sword skill" is no less powerful than Cao Shatian.

What kind of evil genius are these two.

It turns out that they all pushed the hidden killing moves.

For a moment, not only the other elders, but also Bai Haiqin and Ding Sanshi stood up from their seats and looked nervously into the field.

Boom!

It's like two hundred meter hurricane waves collided with each other.

The terrible sound waves vibrated all around.

The next moment——

"Ah..."

A scream.

A figure flies backward from the battle circle, slams into a big tree, breaks the tree trunk, and ejects back. Poof

He fell to the ground in a panic.

It's

Countless eyes, in an instant, looked at the man in unison.

Who is it?

Countless hearts, all of a sudden hung to the throat.

Cao breaks the sky!

It turned out to be Cao potian.

This son of heaven from Baiyun city is lying on the ground, bleeding in his mouth, and his face is twisted and ferocious.

On his left cheek, there was a sword mark, almost reaching the bone. His clothes were broken and disorderly. It seemed that he had been slashed by a random knife. His limbs twitched and he wanted to get up, but at last he flopped and fell to the ground.

But Lin Beichen's body shape, natural and unrestrained incomparably slowly falls to the ground.

Like a feather in the cloud.

The victory is divided.

Now, even children can see who wins and who loses.

There was silence in the back garden.

A lot of people fall into the dullness of instinct.

Because this result is too different from the answer in everyone's mind at the beginning.

Young swordsmen and young swordsmen stare at Lin Beichen.

They want to capture even the slightest bit of injury, embarrassment, or gnashing teeth from the expression or body shape of this brain disabled black sheep.

But

No,

The halo of the floating lamp with dark patterns in the garden, as well as the campfire with uncertain brightness, outline the body shape of the handsome young man.

The young man in white robe, with black hair and calm complexion, stands upright with a sword. His body is as straight as a sword, just like a Sword Fairy coming again.

At his feet, Cao with golden hair couldn't get up.

Such a scene, dazzling, as if freeze frame.

The elders have grown up.

Many of them understood the real meaning of this so-called sword trial——

Bai Haiqin came with the general trend of Baiyun city to humiliate his former elder martial brother, the old teacher of the junior college who is now in a predicament. Most of them came to join in the fun and hold the show. They came for Bai Haiqin's sake and for Bai Haiqing's support.

Ding Lei in the past may be a man of the moment.

But today's Ding Sanshi is just a man who can be trampled on by everyone.

And the meaning of Lin Beichen's existence tonight is a tool man.

A tool man who humiliated Ding Sanshi.

Unexpectedly, the tool man was angry.

At this moment, Cao Shatian can be said to have lost Bai Haiqin's face.

Some people look at Bai Haiqin unconsciously.

The latter stands on the seat, looks very calm, even with a smile.

But the slightly twitching corners of his mouth still reflect the nearly collapsed inner world of the sword Saint from Baiyun city

Heart.

With a flash of body, he came to the field and raised his hand to help Cao Shatian.

After an examination, it was found that his injury was not very serious. It was just because of the violent shock and recoil during the fight just now, which caused the disorder of Xuanqi in his body and some skin and flesh injuries. After a little slow and smooth breathing, Cao Po Tian finally often breathed out a mouthful of turbid air and blood, and recovered his ability of action.

"Little doll, you're a little heavy."

Bai Haiqin stares at Lin Beichen, with a sense of killing in her heart.

At this time, he had to admit that his elder martial brother Ding had found a rebellious kendo.

Lin Beichen's talent and savvy are more than three times of Cao's.

This is something he can't stand.

Lin Beichen was staring at by Baiyun City [sword Saint], and he felt that his breath was suffocating, as if he had pressed a mountain on his chest. He almost broke his ribs and crushed his heart. In a moment, his face became pale.

In the distance.

Women dressed as men in the early morning, bright eyes, flashed undisguised anger.

She was about to release her hand when a palm was on her shoulder.

Ling Wu shook his head and said, "look."

In the field.

In the early morning, when I look back, I see that Ding Sanshi has already appeared beside Lin Beichen.

Old teacher didn't speak.

There was no momentum released.

He doesn't seem to exist.

However, Bai Haiqin's aura dissipated in an instant like ashes in the wind.

Lin Beichen felt pressure all over and suddenly disappeared.

He looked at Cao and stretched out his hand.

"What do you mean?"

Cao said.

"Sword."

Lin Beichen said with a smile.

With the help of the intelligent voice assistant of the upgraded version of Zhushui sword, the app has paid the price of four times the daily power consumption. The app runs at a high speed and directly promotes a new version, which deduces the killing move against the cold.

This is Lin Beichen's strength.

"You..."

Cao broke heaven's hatred and threatened: "Lin Beichen, I advise you to think clearly. Don't deceive others too much, let alone offend those you can't afford. "

"How dare you bark when you lose?"

Lin Beichen disdains the way: "can't play?"

Cao Po Tian said: "you... Lin Beichen, the reason why you can win is that limited to the rules of this examination, I can't play my real strength. If I really let go of the fight, I have ten thousand ways to make you die."

Lin Beichen didn't bother to explain. He stretched out his hand and said, "sword."

Don't push.

Hand in the sky chopping sword.

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