Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 38: War for Mu Xinyue (2)

Mu Xinyue smiled slightly and said, "Then ask classmate Lin to enlighten me."

Lin Beichen nodded and said, "Okay."

Raise your hand and draw your sword.

Shape like electricity.

It is still the [Basic Swordsmanship close-up three consecutive].

Sword, soon.

Man, crazy.

But Mu Xinyue still unhurriedly used her sword, one move at a time, as if stabbing into the air, but in the next instant, it collided with Lin Beichen's long sword inconceivably.

Ding ding ding!

Three coarse sparks again.

Sword Form is blocked again.

Mu Xinyue said indifferently: "Hehe, classmate Lin, give it up, it's useless, you try again a thousand times ten thousand times, the result is the same, the three swordsmanship cannot go beyond the scope of the basic swordsmanship, the cracked version It has long been circulated..."

"Really?"

Lin Beichen sneered.

Shhhhhh!

As soon as the Three Swords Stance ended, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into three sword shadows.

The shadow is like a lightning bolt, rushing away.

The ultimate move [Beidou Lin] appeared in the world at this moment.

As one of the invigilators, Ding Sanshi's eyeballs almost popped out of his sockets.

One sword and three shadows?

This is a screen only available to the [Beidou Lin] of the third realm 'Dengtang entering the room' level.

In just one night, this little beast has practiced this ultimate move to such an extent?

The effect of practicing swords in a dream is simply outrageous.

It's too late to say it.

Ding!

A chirping sounded.

Mu Xinyue's wrist was numb, and the long sword in her hand was sent flying.

Pfft!

Two whispers.

The bright red blood flowers burst out on Mu Xinyue's left and right shoulders.

The tip of Lin Beichen's sword had already touched Mu Xinyue's throat.

One inch further, this 'civilian princess' with countless fans is about to perish.

An uncontrollable exclamation sounded from under the ring.

Everyone is terrified.

This...

Is it over?

Mu Xinyue was stunned.

She didn't react at all, what happened.

"Cracked version?"

Lin Beichen sneered: "Why don't you crack it?"

Mu Xinyue gradually recovered.

Her face turned pale in an instant.

"Just now, you didn't use the [Basic Swordsmanship Close-up Three Links]. What kind of swordsmanship was your last sword?" she asked.

Lin Beichen said: "The Fourth Company."

"The basic swordsmanship is close to three companies, and there is a fourth company?"

Mu Xinyue subconsciously looked at Guan Feidu below the ring.

At this moment, Guan Feidu's shocked expression slowly spread out.

How come there is a close fourth company in basic swordsmanship?

Isn't it Sanlian?

What's going on here?

Equally shocked was Wu Xiaofang.

He never dreamed that Mu Xinyue, who was fully prepared and had the chance to win, didn't even have a chance to fight the real killer, so she lost like that.

And lost so thoroughly, so quickly.

"Pfft!"

Wu Xiaofang rolled with anger, trembling with anger, and spewed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

Why is this happening?

He's not happy.

Once Lin Beichen won the first place in the competition, according to the agreement, he would neither have to pay back nor be a slave.

It means that he wants revenge, and there is no longer the slightest chance.

"At the end of the battle, Lin Beichen won..."

The proctor is about to announce the results of the competition loudly.

"Wait a minute."

Lin Beichen suddenly interrupted unexpectedly.

He looked at Mu Xinyue and said with a sneer, "Mu Lucha, I know, you must have a thousand and one unconvinced in your heart, thinking that it was my surprise and new tactics that caught you off guard, and that's why you lost. already?"

Mu Xinyue did not speak.

But the stubborn look in her eyes said everything.

Lin Beichen drew his sword back and said, "Hehe, come on, don't say I didn't give you a chance, heal your wounds, and retrieve your sword. Let's come again, and I want you to know what true despair is."

Mu Xinyue was startled.

The invigilator was also startled, and turned to look at the grade director Chu Hen.

Chu Hen hesitated slightly, then nodded slightly.

The proctor is no longer speaking.

In Mu Xinyue's eyes, a flame is burning: "Okay, you will regret it."

Lin Beichen did not speak.

Mu Xinyue restrained the bleeding on her shoulders, and then walked over to pick up the long sword that was knocked flying.

Lin Beichen's two swords just now stabbed her shoulders directly, causing a laceration, not a penetrating injury.

After a little treatment, it has no effect on performance.

"This time, I won't cast the fourth strike, it's still the [Basic Sword Technique close-up three consecutive], you can try it, your so-called cracked version, can you still crack the sword technique."

Lin Beichen said, the sword of virtue in his hand is like a cold star.

It is the Three Swords Form.

In Mu Xinyue's eyes, the fire was burning: "This is what you said."

She followed suit.

The long sword in his hand pierced strangely.

It is the trick to crack the Three Swords.

But this time—

Ding!

A crisp metallic symphony sounded.

The sword light in Lin Beichen's hand suddenly accelerated again, like a streamer, approaching the extreme, like mercury pouring out of the ground, the moment the swords hit each other, they directly broke through the block, and it was inserted into her block without a break. In the gap of the sword.

Not blocked?

No way!

Mu Xinyue was shocked.

Bang!

The spine of the sword is drawn around her waist.

Stomach tingling.

Mu Xinyue flew out more than ten meters as if flying through the clouds and fog, and half-knelt on the ground.

A touch of bright red slowly overflowed from the corner of the mouth like suet and white jade.

"How? Can it be cracked?"

Lin Beichen drew his sword and stood.

Mu Xinyue's hairband was broken, and her black hair poured down her temples like a waterfall, half covering her face.

She raised her head in a voice almost growling, "How did you do it?"

Lin Beichen said indifferently: "I can't figure it out, do you? Haha, the cracked version you rely on is just some idiots who think they are smart, and they are just a deceptive thing that can only be blocked by those who do not use the three swords. Students who are completely comprehensible, how can these idiots understand that the real Three Swords Form, such as flowing water without long lines, ever-changing, and moving at will, can't be blocked by those rigid and dull moves?"

Under the ring.

Guan Feidu's face was filled with shock and anger.

He could hear that Lin Beichen said this to him.

This is directly hitting him in the face.

This scum...

What a brave man.

Guan Feidu gave Lin Beichen a hard note in his heart.

In the ring.

"I know, you're still not convinced."

Lin Beichen said: "A person like you will make excuses for yourself too much. You think that you have worked hard to cultivate and plan to use the blockbuster one-star sword skill [Star Picking Sword Art]. Given a chance, you will definitely beat me, won't you?"

Mu Xinyue said coldly, "Yes, do you dare to let me use the [Star Picking Sword Technique] to fight a fair fight?"

"Haha, a fair fight? It's ridiculous, isn't the fight just now unfair?"

Lin Beichen sneered and ridiculed, and said, "However, come on, I'll give you another chance to convince you."

Speaking, he hooked his hand.

"Ah..."

Mu Xinyue roared, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her body charged like an arrow from a string.

The long sword in his hand hummed and vibrated, and a series of misty sword lights appeared.

It seems like the stars are twinkling in the sky.

True star swordsmanship.

----------

New book period, need irrigation, ask for monthly pass, ask for collection, ask for recommendation... I ask for all kinds of things.