Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 102: Oriental War

"Bah."

Lin Beichen interrupted directly: "You are such a smart waste, you don't deserve to be known by me, look at the sword!"

He shot directly.

Who is so rare to know your name.

There is an iron law in the pretending world: two people who are equally committed to pretending, only the winner is qualified to say his name.

He still uses the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique].

In his hand, the Blue Bird Sword burst into a continuous cyan glow.

The essence of【Moon Shooting Sword Technique】is in one shot character.

Each sword is stabbed like a strong bow and a hard crossbow.

Chi chi chi!

The sound of breaking the sky is endless.

In an instant, Lin Beichen stabbed out seven swords in a style of [Moonlight Draws the Bow].

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

Ding ding ding!

A sudden crash of metal exploded.

Only after the third impact, the purple-clothed boy only felt a chill in his wrist, and then the sharp pain came, and he could no longer hold the long sword.

Pfft!

The sound of flesh being pierced sounded again.

Stained red blood shot.

"Ah..."

The long sword in the hands of the purple-clothed boy fell to the ground and screamed.

The tendon of his right wrist was also broken, and blood gushed from the crevices of his left fingers protecting his wrist.

"Oh, still vulnerable."

Lin Beichen withdrew his sword: "It's not worthy to let me know your name at all, go away."

His profound energy has reached the martial artist realm.

But because the profound energy attribute has not been awakened, it can only be regarded as a 'pseudo martial artist'.

However, because his physical strength is terrifying, if the two are superimposed, the actual battle is only higher than that of a first-level martial artist.

And this purple-clothed boy is stronger than Xiahou Chong, reaching the tenth level of the warrior realm, but he is still not the enemy of Lin Beichen.

Hearing Lin Beichen's words, he trembled with anger and almost clenched his teeth.

A well-known prodigal in the whole city, who took a chance to stand out in the preliminaries. I thought he was a clown who jumped the beam, but he didn't expect to have such a strong strength.

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

Even if they are slow, they have realized that Lin Beichen's strength is more terrifying than they thought.

Xiahouchong was defeated by a sword, but it's okay to say, after all, he just entered the tenth level of the warrior realm and

Yes.

But his brother, Xiahou Ang, is a real warrior of the tenth-level peak.

But he still lost in Lin Beichen's move.

Could it be that the strength of this scum is already a warrior realm?

That's not right either.

He clearly has not awakened the profound energy attribute, and the profound energy has no outward color, so he cannot be a martial artist.

For a while, their judgment on Lin Beichen's strength was a little unpredictable, and they were secretly shocked.

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

Lin Beichen hooked his fingers and said, "Get out and pick up the sword."

"Too arrogant."

"Can't stand it anymore."

"Look at the sword."

A boy is a boy after all, he is full of energy and cannot be stimulated.

Several figures came out of the pavilion, each shot, the sword light flickered, and took Lin Beichen directly.

"Good day."

Lin Beichen laughed loudly, and displayed his identity as [Flying Feather in the Cloud].

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

At the same time, the Blue Bird Sword in his hand continuously stabbed out with the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique] move.

Chi chi chi!

The tip of the sword pierces the air, making a whistling sound.

Every time the sword was stabbed, a boy flew out screaming in pain.

In the blink of an eye, the five or six teenagers who shot, all clutched their wrists, abandoned their swords and stepped back, blood spilling from their fingers.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this is the self-proclaimed genius of the young generation of Yunmeng City. The weakness makes me urinate."

Lin Beichen retracted his sword and shook his head.

Is it true that tonight's so-called sword test appointment, the people who received invitations from other juvenile kendo geniuses, are all these things?

The genius in Yunmeng City really can't make it out.

The teenagers were ashamed and angry, but powerless to refute.

Lin Beichen's power can only be truly appreciated when he really faces him.

The erratic movement and strange sword stance made it too late for them to even parry. Just now, basically five or six people joined forces to besiege, but in a few encounters, they were all defeated.

The gap between the two sides is like a curse.

“Who else?”

Lin Beichen drinks.

In the pavilion, the other teenagers who had not yet shot, looked vinuo, and extinguished their plans to forcibly come forward.

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