Chapter 421

There was a dead silence around the challenge arena.

Lin Beichen's shot, in other people's eyes, is a strange one handed sword seal to Jiang Ziliu.

Then there was a thunder.

One arm of Jiang Ziliu turned into blood foam and disappeared.

What kind of Kendo is it?

It's horrible.

No one understood.

Including Zhu Bishi and Ding Sanshi, two great masters of kendo.

I can't understand what happened.

"Poof..."

Lin Beichen to his fingers, gently blow a breath.

Blowing the muzzle, of course.

But in other people's eyes, it is blowing the index finger.

"Sorry, I'm lying..."

I'm on the wrong set.

Lin Beichen was so immersed that he almost let slip.

He quickly changed the topic and said: "I've been merciful for this blow. I didn't aim at your head... Xiaojiang, surrender. You can keep silent, but every word you say will be... Bah, I mean, you'd better not make mistakes."

What's going on?

How to get the pistol, the soul of Zhonger burns uncontrollably.

Can't help but go to the wrong set?

opposite side.

The shock on Jiang Ziliu's face gradually dissipated.

He took a look at his missing left arm.

There was not much sadness.

On the contrary, he was quite curious about the blow just now.

"Did you hit my left arm because I held the sword in my right hand and didn't want to abolish me?"

He asked with a smile.

"Bah."

Lin Beichen hummed coldly: "don't be so sentimental. It's just because I used my magic for the first time that I missed."

Jiang Ziliu said with a smile, "what's the name of that sword just now?"

He looks at Lin Beichen, can smile unexpectedly.

All ears pricked up.

Because we all want to know the name of that move.

Lin Beichen thought about it and said, "my move just now is called... Er, thunder."

Although there was no collapse, the sound of the gun was loud, just like thunder.

No problem.

"Thunderbolt eight?"

Jiang Ziliu nodded: "it's a strange name. It sounds like thunder. It's a shock. It's a real name. What's the meaning of eight?"

Lin Beichen:???

You're a fuckin 'brain wreck.

Can't you hear such an obvious modal particle?

"Don't try to be cute if you can't beat it."

Lin Beichen is mad: "I don't eat this one."

Jiang Ziliu's body swayed slightly and his forehead was covered with sweat. He continued to smile and said, "I want to know how many times you can use such a powerful Kendo skill?"

Lin Beichen's face changed.

He understood the meaning in a flash.

"Don't make trouble. If I do it again, you will be dead."

Lin Beichen is very serious.

Jiang Ziliu laughed and said: "before, I didn't kill you while your sword was broken. Just now you didn't hit me on the head. We're even. Next, don't keep your hand. I won't keep my hand any more. We live and die. Let's rely on our abilities."

He held the ink sword in his right hand.

The wound on the left shoulder has stopped bleeding.

He was full of sword Qi.

Compared with the previous momentum, it did not drop at all.

"You are looking for death."

Lin Beichen's look became cold.

Is there no bullet in my gun?

Then

His palm, once again clenched [snow Eagle], injected Xuanqi.

He was the only one who could see the snow silver body of the gun, the ancient complex veins shining silver again, and a new Xuanqi bullet was rapidly generated in the gun.

Whew!

Jiang Ziliu's body moves again.

It's very fast.

The Void

Among them, a remnant was left.

However——

"If you didn't get hurt, there might be a chance, but now..."

Lin Beichen directly started the "ultimate moment" of the "Eagle and swallow flying" body method, supplemented by the "stealing fragrance and jade step", and his mental power spread out like a radar, avoiding the first sword of Jiang Ziliu.

And then when Jiang Ziliu stabbed his second sword

Bang!

Lin Beichen pulls the trigger.

Snow Eagles spew silver fire snakes again.

scored twice.

A mist of blood filled the air.

The dark ink sword is surging in the air.

Jiang Ziliu's body shape, such as being heavily addicted, flies backwards.

His right arm, too, disappeared.

The broken white clothes are stained with blood.

Like a picture of wintersweet blooming in winter snow.

There was a trace of pain on his face, but he still stubbornly urged Xuanqi. In the process of flying backward, he drew an arc, opened his mouth and bit the handle of the falling ink sword

to ground.

stand firm.

Straight as a javelin.

Immobility is like a mountain.

Tick, tick.

It's blood dripping from the wound of the broken arm.

Eyes burning bright.

War is still on.

Lin Beichen's body shape, also under the recoil effect of [snow Eagle], flies backward four or five meters.

Fortunately, this time, he had experience.

So it's not as awkward as it was when you first fired a pistol.

The landing is stable.

Looking up, Lin Beichen's face changed.

Feeling the fighting spirit still burning on the opposite river, his expression suddenly became angry.

An irresistible anger.

Mei Kai twice, has consumed two-thirds of his Xuanqi energy.

It's one more shot at the most.

"If you want to die, I'll help you."

He looked at the river Ziliu, which was slowly approaching step by step with his sword in his mouth, and said angrily, "don't be unkind. I can kill you ten thousand times without any psychological burden just because you catch my friend, kill innocent people indiscriminately and force me to sign a life and death certificate."

A touch of rage, in Lin Beichen's face overflow.

As long as you think about the city management team members who died in the abandoned warehouse of Hai nationality and Gong Gong Gong who broke his arm, his intention to kill is already boiling.

If it wasn't for Jiang Ziliu's face, his always gentle posture, and a feeling that even Lin Beichen himself couldn't understand, it would be impossible for him to have a killing heart. His first shot would have been straight to the head.

Jiang Ziliu's steps, a sudden meal.

His handsome face, a little pale from blood loss and pain, suddenly showed a look of amazement and surprise.

This kind of astonishment is even worse than that when he sees his arm being beaten to pieces.

He flicked his head.

Bang!

The ink sword flew out and stuck in the ground.

"Killing innocent people? Kill your friend? "

Jiang Ziliu frowned and said, "you are not mistaken. I have never done such a thing."

Lin Beichen was stunned.

It's not this dog?

Almost in an instant, he believed Jiang Ziliu's words.

Because at this time, Jiang Ziliu has no reason to lie.

And Jiang Ziliu said that he only lied to women.

I'm not a woman.

So

[Yin Yang scholar] Mo Weimian, Lin Meiyin, and several warriors in black. Where do they come from?

In such a moment, Lin Beichen suddenly felt that when he ran with red underwear on that day, he seemed to have ignored something important.

But at this time, around the challenge arena, there was a roar of voices.

Because there are too many information exposed in the dialogue.

In particular, Lin Beichen said, "catch my friends and kill innocent people indiscriminately.".

All of a sudden, just like a flash of lightning, it flashed over Ding Sanshi's mind.

Also let them understand, why does Lin Beichen want to sign "life and death" quietly

[shape].

It's not death.

But really forced helpless.

As soon as he thought about this, Ding Sanshi and other people's anger broke out.

"Mean."

Ding Sanshi looks at Zhu Bishi.

Zhu Bishi was silent.

When Jiang Ziliu looked at him in the challenge arena, Zhu took a deep breath and shook her head.

Jiang Ziliu took back his eyes.

In a curse, he looked at Lin Beichen, said: "this thing, we do not, but I will give you an account."

Lin Beichen suddenly began to laugh.

I don't know why, he just wanted to laugh.

Happiness from the heart.

"Bah, tell me? You son of a bitch, get out of here. If you don't stop bleeding and heal your wounds, you'll be here. "

Lin Beichen scolded.

Jiang Ziliu nodded, left foot on the ground, a mysterious force burst out, the ink sword on the ground flew, impartial, just fell in the sword box behind.

"I lost."

Jiang Ziliu solemnly said, "my life is yours. After I give you an explanation, you should kill or cut as you please."

With that, he jumped down from the challenge arena.

"Old four..."

Zhu Bishi rushed up.

Jiang Ziliu smiles at Zhu Bishi.

The next moment, his body swayed, his face flushed with a strange color, his mind dissipated, and then he fell down.

"Four, hold on."

Zhu Bishi hugged Jiang Ziliu's body and looked nervous. She immediately went inside to investigate the situation and found that it was only physical injury that caused coma, not other uncontrollable causes. She was relieved.

How could this have happened?

Zhu Bishi felt incredible.

It's hard to understand.

He looked up at the young man in the challenge arena, whose blue shirt was stained with blood.

This dandy's life should have ended today.

Old four will lose, which is something he never dreamed of.

Now, the plan is flawed.

How to make it up?

Whew!

The sound of a sword chant carries through heaven and earth.

In the crowd, Qu chuxiao's figure, like a startled goose, suddenly pulls up his sword and comes out of its sheath. It's like a light of dawn annihilation, cutting Lin Beichen.

Without the protection of the ring shield array, Lin Beichen, under the sudden attack of this sword, seems to be a small sampan in the sea, and is about to be swallowed.

Ding Sanshi and ye Weiyang, who are also immersed in Lin Beichen's miraculous joy of turning defeat into victory, are already late when they react.

It's too late to help.

At a critical moment——

"Enough."

A cold voice came from the far mountain of the temple.

Ding!

The invisible power ripples like a light curtain, guarding Lin Beichen one meter in front of him.

Boom!

Qu chuxiao chopped his sword on the light curtain and felt a huge force pouring in. In an instant, he felt numb and his whole body fell to the ground.

A mouthful of anti blood, instantly rushed to the throat.

He forced it down.

Qu chuxiao's face appeared in horror.

"Who is..."

He opened his mouth to drink.

But it's just words——

Bang!

There was a thunderclap over the challenge arena.

At the same time, his head, directly burst open, turned into a moist mist of blood, dispersed in the air.

"Hoo..."

In the ring, Lin Beichen blows at the muzzle of the snow eagle.

"I said, I will kill you."

He looked at the headless body of Qu chuxiao, who fell slowly, and said, "now, you should believe it."

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No, yesterday was too long. Today is really withered.

Take a rest first, and it will be long tomorrow.

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