The young woman's complexion was pale, and the mysterious Qi in her body was shaken. It was difficult to stop for a moment. With the help of the man's smooth Qi, she gradually came back to normal, and her pale face slowly returned to normal.
"Xuemei, Tai Xuemei, are you ok?"
Asked the young man nervously.
"What's the matter? You won't watch it yourself?"
The mean looking young woman's eyes twinkled with resentment, and angrily cried out: "Han Cheng, you are a waste. I've been bullied. What are you doing? Please help me to get revenge and break this little bastard's leg..."
Young man even busy way: "good good, Xuemei, you must not be angry, see how I deal with him."
Said, backhand pull out negative in the back of the sword.
Whoosh!
He stabbed Lin Beichen's right leg as fast as lightning.
It's like the wind.
The sword style is cruel and ruthless.
All the people around felt the cold before their eyes. They were all in a state of astonishment.
This young man, Han Cheng, is much higher than the mean faced woman in his cultivation. He is a great martial arts master and does not drag his hand. Zhao Zhuoyan and others can't respond to this and offer help
Fortunately, Lin Beichen has been on guard for a long time.
Come on.
Hurt each other.
Who's hiding? Who's the grandson.
On the beautiful face of the black sheep, there is a rare ferocity.
As soon as the sword was raised, it was like a huge door plank. It was still the same way of fighting!
A sword separates life and death.
He who withdraws the sword first is the dog.
With the strength support of the "black iron sword bone" refining realm, he has such confidence. What's a sword on his thigh?
Even if it's a sword against the great martial arts master, it can't be broken or dead.
At most, it's just a serious injury.
He was completely provoked by this pair of men and women.
Lin Beichen, like many otaku men who are a little brave under normal conditions and will explode when they are in a hurry, will become crazy and paranoid once he is enraged. He will burn up indescribable courage. Even in the face of the God, he will be hard faced at all costs.
"Ha ha..."
The young man seemed to have expected it.
In the cold laughter, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his face. The sword style in his hand suddenly changed. The sword tip was like a poisonous snake, and his fangs were in full bloom. He picked up and stabbed Lin Beichen's right wrist like lightning.
Lin Beichen's mental strength is highly concentrated, and his reaction is also extremely fast.
He pressed his left hand on the wrist of his right hand, holding the sword in both hands, and was pierced with his right wrist. He still cleaved with the big sword, and he did not stop at all. He cleaved toward the young man's head.
The face of a young man, that's a little bit
A little change.
The third change of sword style.
The tip of the sword changed slightly and stabbed the thin paper blade of Dejian.
Ding!
The sound of a slight metal impact.
Lin Beichen only felt that the sword seemed to have been cut on a huge stone of gold and iron. His wrist was numb with the power of anti shock, and it was hard to cut any more.
He was also slightly surprised.
The strength of young men is really strong.
Just now, the series of fighting between the two people was late and fast. All the changes of the moves were completed between the ups and downs of lightning, and before the onlookers could react, it was over.
Especially the young man's last moment sword, the most amazing.
At the last moment, the choice of the blade of the sword against Lin Beichen's high speed is just like the choice of using a needle to resist another rapidly piercing needle. Apart from other things, it's really amazing just for this insight and courage.
Because as long as he has a slight error, even if it is as small as his hair, he is in danger of being split into two pieces by Lin Beichen's sword.
"Good."
Han Cheng, a young man, sneered and exclaimed, "it's a bit of brute force, but... It's not enough!"
With that, withdraw the sword.
Again.
Brush, brush!
The sword is like a dragon, and the awn is like a cold star. The light of the stars in the sky blooms in his hand. He stabs Lin Beichen at the key positions around his body.
Lin Beichen didn't speak much, so he chopped again.
The sword blade breaks through the air and expels the waves.
Is still no scruple, with a sword cut.
The young man frowned.
He is much stronger than Lin Beichen. Under normal circumstances, he can knock the boy to the ground in three moves. But this boy is a God's dependents. He has a special identity and can't really kill him. He is also born with divine power. His sword is heavy and he is cruel. He has a posture of dying together. He can't help it for a moment.
The young man changed his sword style without success.
One side of the face of a mean young woman, but has been unable to bear.
Brush!
The sword flashed.
She makes a sneak attack and stabs Lin Beichen in the back with a sword.
This sword is silent, without any breaking sound, like a vicious snake.
Lin Beichen felt it, but it was too late to dodge.
When people around saw this scene, their faces changed wildly, and their hearts almost jumped out of their voices. They didn't even have time to say "be careful.".
At a critical moment——
"Be careful!"
A sudden familiar sound.
A white fat man, at the critical moment, cut
When he entered the battle circle, the sword in his hand smashed out like a burning stick and collided with the snake sword that stabbed Lin Beichen's back.
Ding!
The sword peak is crowing.
The stars are splashing.
Immediately the blood splashed out.
The white fat man flew out upside down.
At the same time, the mean looking young woman gave a low cry and staggered back.
"Tai Xuemei..."
When Han Cheng sees this, he doesn't care about entanglement with Lin Beichen any more. He flies over to help the woman for the first time.
Lin Beichen also breathed a breath, will the white fat man also hold, a careful look, surprised way: "biscuit, how are you?"
There were six or seven blood holes in Xiao Binggan's arm, blood bubbling out, his teeth grinning in pain, and a white fat face even whiter: "Xiao... It's not small, brother. Did I save your life?"
He was born with supernatural power, but he was not good at swordsmanship. He suffered from his swordsmanship.
"Count it."
Lin Beichen was also a little moved.
Xiao Binggan said, "can I go to your house later?"
"Er, this..."
Lin Beichen blurts out that he wants to agree, but suddenly remembers that the fat thief can eat. The last dinner party was like a pig who has been hungry for 500 years. Lin Beichen is still scared. If he lets the goods go to eat and drink, it will definitely make the poor family worse.
He had an idea. He quickly changed the topic and said, "biscuit, why are you here? Didn't you go to school in the provincial capital?"
"Brother, you look at the wound on my arm and answer my question head on."
Xiao Binggan wronged Baba tunnel.
Lin Beichen felt that he could not be perfunctory. Looking at the blood on the dead fat man's arm, he had to nod his head and say, "OK, come on..."
One drop of essence, ten drops of blood.
Ten eggs a drop of essence.
How many eggs does this little fat man have to eat.
Eat as you please.
Xiao Binggan was in high spirits at once, and no longer had the weakness he had before. He said, "brother, that's settled. I'll follow you in the future..."
On the other side.
Although Tai Xuemei hurt Xiao Binggan, she was also shaken back by Xiao Binggan's great power.
Two times in a row, Tai Xuemei, who was already grumpy, became angry. Her anger burned her reason. She put her sword across her neck and roared: "Han Cheng, you kill these two little bastards for me, or I will die in front of you..."
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There's more.
If it's too long, I'm afraid we can't stand it. First, it's a few days, deep and shallow.
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