Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 10: Student Lin, have something to say

Fuck.

This dog thing.

Also said he was loyal.

Isn't it negotiated before?

If someone is looking for trouble, he will play the role of a master guard, bluffing these innocent students who have not been beaten by society. At that time, this dog patted his chest and vowed to say, don't pretend to be a master, Even if he was beaten, he would definitely block Lin Beichen.

Results now?

This dog has slipped away?

It's not righteous.

Lin Beichen was at a loss.

What the **** is wrong with this?

Is it really a sword fight?

Although he was proficient in [Basic Swordsmanship Close-up Three Links] by relying on his mobile phone last night, he was a game otaku in his previous life and had no fighting experience. As a civilized person in a society ruled by law, he had no psychological Get ready to swing the blade.

There is schadenfreude around.

"Yes, let's drill."

"Go in and lick the dust off all of our boots."

"What the **** are you looking at? Drill."

"Little beast, hurry up."

"Do you think you are still the young prince of Zhantianhoufu?"

The academy that followed Feng Lun had been instructed a long time ago, and immediately cooperated, shouting and scolding in various humiliating languages.

Feng Lun was even more proud when he saw this.

He decided to go further, so he slammed directly, drew the long sword from his waist, pointed it at Lin Beichen, and said, "Little bastard, your father is a deserter, and you are even more of a coward. If it weren't for school discipline, you are not allowed to kill people. , I have put you today..."

The voice didn't fall.

A sudden change occurs.

Hey!

A white sword light flashed.

Ding!

Feng Lun's eyes flashed, but he felt his wrist shake, half of his arm was numb, and the long sword in his hand flew out.

Hey!

A white sword light flashed again.

He felt a chill on his chest.

When looking down.

The tip of the silver sword has pierced through the clothes on the chest, and penetrated into the muscle lightly, with a touch of dark red, along the blade, seeping out of the clothes, rendering it like a slow flower Blooming red flowers...

And the hilt of the long sword is holding...

Lin Beichen's hands? !

So, just now...

What happened?

I...

Failed?

Defeated by Lin Beichen?

This prodigal, he...

To have such a terrifying power?

Feng Lun's heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably.

He looked at Lin Beichen blankly.

And Lin Beichen is even older than Feng Lun.

What the hell?

What just happened?

He is also bewildered.

However, such a dazed expression fell into the frightened Feng Lun's eyes, and it was a completely different feeling——

The expression is cold without the slightest emotion, as if it is a cold-blooded killer, especially the pair of eyes, which have no focus at all, empty, as if any life, it seems that in such eyes, everyone else is gone. Like a corpse of life.

Awful.

Horrible.

Lin Beichen in this state is like a cold-blooded gold medal killer who has killed countless people.

What the **** am I fighting against such a person?

"Lin... classmate, don't... have something to say... say it well..."

Feng Lun's mentality collapsed at once.

What goddess, why give everything for love...

It's all thrown out of the sky.

Alive, the most important thing.

His legs are weak and he wants to get down on his knees and beg for mercy.

But dare not move.

Because of the sword in the chest.

For fear of causing Lin Beichen's misunderstanding if he moved, the sword in his hand could pierce his heart and kill him if he moved it an inch forward.

The people around were also stunned.

Especially those students who gloated over the misfortune just now, the expressions on their faces were completely frozen.

What's the situation?

Feng Lun is a third-level warrior.

Although it is only a third-level beginner, it is also a real third-level.

I was actually hit by the ninth class of the second grade, no, it should have been suspended by the tail of the whole second grade crane in an instant?

No one could see clearly just what combat skills Lin Beichen was using.

Because it's too fast.

Lin Beichen shot too fast.

Like a bolt of lightning.

All the students felt a flash in front of their eyes. When they came to their senses, Lin Beichen's sword poked into Feng Lun's chest.

What kind of power is this?

"Lin...Lin Beichen, don't be impulsive..."

"Murder is forbidden in the academy..."

"Student Lin, stop quickly, and have something to say."

Feng Lun's few friends were also frightened and foolish, did not dare to approach, and stammered and pleaded for mercy, for fear that Lin Beichen would kill Feng Lun on a whim, and the academy would hold them accountable. To blame.

What?

You bet that Lin Beichen would not dare to kill?

Please!

This prodigal is a brainless man.

He has a brain attack, what can't he do?

The hearts of all the onlookers were hanging in their throats.

At this time, the thriller maker Lin Beichen finally came to his senses slowly.

Huh?

Just now...

It seems that when Feng Lun drew his sword, his body felt some kind of threat and suddenly became completely out of control. Without waiting for the brain's command, the body responded directly.

Draw the sword, fight back.

Breakthrough, break through, stab...

It looks like...

The combo of [Basic Swordsmanship close-up three consecutive]?

Suddenly means to rush to the opponent's side in the shortest time and with the fastest speed.

Breaking means using the most reasonable, effective and labor-saving angle and strength to break through the opponent's defense.

Assassination, refers to the simple, direct and deadly way to assassinate and defeat an opponent.

This breakthrough, one stab and one stab is the core meaning of [Basic Swordsmanship Close-up Three Links].

It seems simple, but it is very difficult.

In fact, in battle, if you stick to the form, the move is dead, and there will be no threat.

The so-called magic of use is all in one mind. It is necessary to practice these three strikes thousands of times, and directly make them into the instinct of the body. Only when they are used flexibly in battle can they exert the greatest effect.

Just now, Lin Beichen shot and broke the enemy, as fast as a white horse passing through the gap.

This is his body, which has formed instincts.

When it is displayed, it is terrifyingly powerful.

Far beyond Lin Beichen's own expectations.

"I'm a mother, the mobile app is too domineering to practice, right?"

Lin Beichen was ecstatic.

If last night's mastery of the [Basic Swordsmanship close-up three-joint] was just a preliminary entry, then at this moment, it is definitely at the point where it is easy to grasp.

The power of these three swords is beyond his imagination.

The third-level junior warrior Feng Lun also looked like a weak chicken, vulnerable to a single blow.

So, did you underestimate the [Basic Swordsmanship Fitness Tri-Link], or did you underestimate the training power of the mobile app?

Anyway...

Beautiful!

"Have something to say?"

Lin Beichen laughed on the spot: "However, when I was good at talking and negotiating just now, some people didn't seem to appreciate it. Now my sword is angry, but you want to appreciate it in turn?"

"Yes yes yes, appreciate it, appreciate it, absolutely appreciate it."

Feng Lun squeezed out a smile, howling in his heart.

Brother, don't laugh.

When you laugh, your hands tremble, and your sword trembles.

This sword is still stabbing in my flesh.