Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 888: The North Sea Empire is all in C

It turns out that this is not a gun.

It is an arrow.

A huge silver arrow.

It was used by the Pope of the Temple of Feathers as a spear.

So, what about the bow?

Lin Beichen was curious to touch the body of Pope Yu Zhuoyu again...

"Enough."

An angry shout came from the white flying boat.

But [Aurora No. 1 Marksman] Su Dingfang couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted: "Pope Lin, life and death are life and death in the arena, but you have already won, why use such means to insult me?" What about the dead body of the Pope of the Temple of Feathers? This is not something the Pope of your generation should do."

Lin Beichen looked at Su Dingfang.

Then said slowly: "You idiot."

After speaking, he went to touch Yu Zhuoyu's body.

This huge silver arrow is so cool and made of good materials, it doesn't seem to be a mortal thing, so there must be a matching bow, right?

"Lin Beichen, you are too deceitful."

Prince Yu was deeply in his thoughts, so he couldn't help shouting at this moment.

Looking at the dead body of their own Pope, being manipulated like this, the other Aurora Empire powerhouses only felt blood rushing to their brains.

"Kill him."

"Let's go together."

"See how much power he has left..."

On the white flying boat, dozens of strong men in armor were dazzled by their anger, and rushed out of the white flying boat recklessly. The flying arrows shot at Lin Beichen like a storm...

"Don't..."

Prince Yu exclaimed.

But it was too late.

"Go back."

On Luoxing Cliff, Lin Beichen didn't even look up.

The arrow that contained the anger of the strong Aurora Archer immediately flew back obediently.

Puff puff puff~!

In mid-air, patches of blood mist rose.

The strong man who took the shot was instantly shot into powder by his own arrow, and his blood filled the void.

Instant kill.

There is no suspense.

"Is it too much to deceive?"

Lin Beichen, who did not find a match for the divine bow on Yu Zhuoyu, raised his head in disappointment, looked at Prince Yu and the others' eyes filled with shock and anger, and asked word by word: "When you sent your troops south, When trampling on my land in Beihai, capturing my city in Beihai, killing my soldiers in Beihai, and insulting my people in Beihai, have you ever thought about what it means to bully others too much?"

Facing Lin Beichen's questioning, Prince Yu suddenly became inexplicably flustered.

He argued forcefully, saying: "But...that's war, that's different..."

"Heh..."

Lin Beichen interrupted with a sneer, and said, "War? According to you, as long as it is war, killing and insulting are justifiable, right? Then why have you Aurora people not yet awakened? Is the battle of war a war?"

"This...not right, this is a contest, a battle between heaven and man..."

Prince Yu subconsciously wanted to argue forcefully.

"What? The killing you initiated is a war; the killing I initiated is not a war?"

Lin Beichen held the mace, looking at the people on the white flying boat as if he was looking at a brain-dead.

"Don't you think you are too hypocritical?"

"My friend Han Buchen, he is also a soldier, his father is a soldier, his grandfather is also a soldier, they all died in this **** war you call..."

"When they died, their corpses were trampled into meat, their ears were probably cut off and hung on the arrow pots of the Aurora people as trophies, and their heads were cut off and piled up as Jing Guan to show off Your force..."

"You self-proclaimed butchers who come from a place of bitter cold have been accompanied by bows and arrows since you were young, and you are proud of being able to ride, shoot, and kill people. Dear Beihai soldiers, a little respect?"

"Now, your people are injured, dead, and defeated in the war, do you feel pain?"

"At this time, do you want the dignity of the dead and the dignity of the strong?"

"Are you worthy?"

Lin Beichen held his **** big stick, his cold eyes seemed to be carved out bit by bit with ten thousand years of black ice.

During this time, he was in a bad mood.

The capital is broken, and many people I knew in the past have died, such as Yuan Wenjun, such as the students of the Federation...

The capital has been withdrawn, and the woman who came to this world with the most physical intimacy has died—of course it can also be said to be asleep, which has deepened his parting anxiety...

The empire is restored, but when he came to this world, his best friend of the same **** can never come back, and he must continue to fight at the place where he died.

Bad emotions can accumulate.

What other people saw was his heroic posture soaring high into the nine heavens.

But no one noticed the little grievances and bad emotions accumulated in his heart.

Learning martial arts can't save everyone.

Beihai Empire, I am in C!

Now, I need to vent.

So, don't give me any more **** bullshit.

Lin Beichen became angry.

This kind of anger, like a contagious plague, was instantly felt by everyone on the white flying boat and the black Xuan Ge.

At this moment, they all trembled.

It’s like a group of goats and pigs prostrate on the ground facing a fierce roaring tiger. They are trembling, their legs are trembling, their faces are pale, and the bone-piercing cold current flows from the tailbone along the spine to the sky. It's like blowing their heads off.

They were silent.

They bowed their heads.

They dare not speak again.

Aurora shoots three million, and you have to bow your head when you meet me.

"Three wins out of five games, you guys are already defeated."

Lin Beichen took a long breath, sneered, and looked at Prince Yu.

The latter took a few steps back, his lips were dry, and his voice was even dryr: "Yes, we lost, we..."

They have already lost this battle of national fortune.

I lost badly.

Fall flat.

During the whole process, there was no possibility of turning defeat into victory.

"However, the fifth game is not over yet..."

Lin Beichen interrupted directly.

His eyes are sharp, not at all

The disguised killing intent is as real as it is.

The sky above Luoxing Cliff was swirled by a strong wind, and the clouds were broken.

Lin Beichen suddenly laughed again, and said word by word: "I mean what I say. If I say kill your whole family, I will definitely kill your whole family. If I say I will play five rounds, I will definitely play five rounds. One game less is not considered five games... There are two games left, who will come?"

Prince Yu was stunned.

Everyone in the Aurora Empire was also stunned.

What do you mean?

Two more games?

In other words, is this devil willing to kill two more powerful men from the Aurora Empire?

The shadow of death instantly enveloped everyone on the white spaceship.

They never thought that one day, the powerful imperial army would be threatened by one man and one stick, but they still have no way to fight back.

Silence.

Accept humiliation in silence.

In the midst of humiliation, I can only continue to remain silent.

Lin Beichen held a big stick, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Haha, hahaha, hahahaha..."

Laughter was like a sharp arrow, which shot into the heart of the Aurora man who was known as the best shooter, bleeding out.

"I'm coming."

A young Aurora Empire shooter blushed, gritted his teeth, and strode out.

This is a very handsome young man.

The silver bright light armor of the Aurora Empire's [God Shooting Battalion] was exceptionally brilliant on his body.

The helmet with Feather Arrow painted on the silver thread outlines it, setting him off like an absolute male protagonist in a legendary story.

He is young, brave, passionate and responsible.

It seems to condense all the goodness of Aurora people.

The big deal is death.

We must also let the people of Beihai know that the trembling sound of the longbow in the Land of Aurora will never disappear because of fear.

Forcibly dispelling the fear in his heart, the young man summoned up all his courage and stared at Lin Beichen firmly.

But—

"Are you worthy?"

Lin Beichen also stared at him and asked word by word.

What is your status, what strength, what status, are you worthy of stepping on Luoxingya and fighting with me?

The young shooter's expression froze instantly.

On his handsome face, the veins are protruding, and white air is blowing out of his nostrils. He is as angry as a bull whose mate is suddenly snatched away during mating...

But in the end, the only reason left was to tell: I don't deserve it.

I am not worthy to fight that man on Luoxingya.

It's like a firefly that doesn't deserve to compete with Haori.

This is no longer a matter of death or not.

It's a question of style.

Although he was about to explode in anger, he could only retreat slowly.

Maybe he will be qualified to fight this boy in the future.

But that's later.

Not today.

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It's getting ahead of schedule. I feel like it won't be long before the fourth watch is ready. Good night everyone.

This chapter is 888, I wish you all the best.