Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1261: Life is like mud

Lin Beichen went over and patted the 'old man' on the shoulder, comforting him in the softest tone, and said, "You cry a little bit."

Ling Junxuan gave him a glance.

Lin Beichen said again: "Manly man, chase after my wife after she runs away. What's the point of crying all the time? Let me tell you, there used to be a guy named Dong Yong who lived on the Broken Bridge in Hangzhou. On the road, I met a fairy named Zhinu..."

He told all the traditional stories of picking up girls of the Chinese nation.

After hearing this, Ling Junxuan blinked, wiped his saliva, and said indignantly: "This Dong Yong is too rascal. He even peeped on the princess's bath, and even hid the girl's clothes to force her to marry him. Don’t take it, it’s not a pity for this kind of person to die, don’t be met by me, if I meet him that day, I must ask him about his experience in picking up girls.”

Lin Beichen: (￣ェ￣;).

The sudden show broke Lao Tzu's waist.

"Okay, Lao Ling, don't blame others here, take a good bath, sleep, and make yourself look good. When I come back from Zhaohui City, when the time comes..."

"Show me a more beautiful one then?"

"Holy shit... when the time comes, we will go to heaven and chase our wife back together. If you chase your wife, I will chase your daughter. At that time, the two of us will embrace the beauty together, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

"It makes sense...it's just this seniority?"

"Don't pay too much attention to such unimportant details."

Lin Beichen comforted him with gags, and Ling Junxuan also cooperated to let go of himself, and finally broke away from the previous atmosphere of life and death.

"When brother comes back, I will take you to heaven."

After Lin Beichen finished speaking, he rose into the sky, drove the bronze carriage, and rushed to Zhaohui Dacheng.

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The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky.

Bleeding wild.

The water in Xinjiang has been completely dyed red.

The corpses floating on the river rolled in the red waves, undulating like logs floating in the turbid waves in a mountain torrent.

Boom.

Gao Shenghan got a palm in the chest, and his figure fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily into the bright red river.

"Death."

The pursuer is a half-step **** from the Dagan Empire.

Pressing a palm from the void, the turbulent cloud instantly transformed into a giant palm of more than 20 meters, and blasted heavily into the water.

A clear six-finger palm print was immediately pressed on the water surface.

The miscellaneous soldiers of the sea clan who were hiding in the water died in an instant, and many fishes without intelligence turned their white bellies up and floated among the floating corpses in an instant.

Gao Shenghan spat out a mouthful of blood, and survived with a trace of divine power in his body. He opened the distance immediately, raised his hand and pushed towards the sky.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The sword energy howled.

Under the influence of the innate profound energy of the water system, countless streams of water blade sword energy burst out from the river, densely packed like a tornado, and swept towards the enemy in the sky.

He has been fighting all day.

The number of heavenly and human-level powerhouses in the God King Army who died in his hands has exceeded a hundred.

As for the half-step Heavenly Venerate who was beheaded by him, there were also three.

Such a record can be called outstanding.

Although his realm barely reached the level of a fifth-level celestial being after his recent breakthrough, but because he has practiced the skills taught by the chief priest of Qin and mastered the silver divine power, he is half a step ahead in terms of combat power Tianzun.

It's just such endless consumption, he can't hold it anymore.

He had a vague premonition that his time had come.

Today's battle is the battle of his fall.

Before death really came, Gao Shenghan knew he had to keep fighting.

Not far away, on a tilted battleship whose back half was submerged in red sea water, the fighting continued.

Ling Wu stood at the front of the line.

Besides him were eight long silver swords suspended, constantly swallowing sword light. In his hand, he also held a huge sword with a blade width of half a meter and the sword light was shining all over his body. Turned, deep to the bone, on a handsome face, there are also several **** cuts, as if injured by arrows...

Following around Ling Wu are the elite fighters of Long Xiang who never stop at night.

It is also his immediate personal soldier.

It's just that the number of personal soldiers is less than half now.

On the other hand, the sand warriors from the Quicksand Kingdom attacked like a tide, with thick shields and heavy knives, they were very difficult to deal with, forcing Ling Wu, a phenomenon-level elite scout from the empire, to use the big sword , chopping straight forward.

"General, medicine."

A captain of the personal guard rushed to the front, delivered the last [Beichen Pill] to Ling Wu, and said loudly: "You are too seriously injured, retreat back and adjust your breath to recuperate. I will block you here."

"You are a fart."

Ling Wu swallowed the pill in one gulp, and before it could be refined, he forced his profound energy directly, and the eight swords suspended around him pierced through the air.

Puff puff puff.

The eight quicksand country masters who rushed to the front were instantly nailed to the deck.

But the eight warriors from the Quicksand Kingdom were also extremely fierce. Even though their bodies were pierced and they were nailed to the deck and unable to get up, they still grabbed the flying sword with both hands, making it impossible for Ling Wu to recall them.

"Kill."

Like a madman

In the roar of the wind blowing sand,

Sha Lifei, the lord of the Quicksand Kingdom who had been on the lookout for a long time, finally seized the opportunity and made a violent attack in an instant.

The heavy yellow sand knife, like a crescent moon, splits the air, and mercilessly cuts towards Ling Wu with the flame of the yellow sand's mysterious energy.

Ling Wu roared like a beast.

He immediately gave up recalling the flying sword, and the giant sword in his hand was chopping like lightning. Under the exertion, the muscles all over his body tensed, blood burst out from the wound, the scars on his face cracked, his face was covered in blood, and he roared angrily. Take the initiative to meet him.

Clang clang clang.

Heavy swords and heavy swords collided frantically.

Clusters of sparks splashed in the air at dusk, as bright and beautiful as fireworks.

The battlefield is filled with anti-inflammation.

The **** breath filled the air.

Ling Wu's arms were throbbing and numb, his body was in severe pain, but he stood still like a nail, not taking half a step back.

Because of their location, they are the most important defensive point of Zhaohui Dacheng Port.

This is also the water 'grave' of the only Titanium-class warships remaining in the North Sea Empire - twenty-three Titanium-class warships were sunk here, and they were stacked up by sea warlocks with the help of the water, forming an arch guarding the morning light The defense line of Xinjiang Port in Ayutthaya.

Once this water surface defense line is lost, the fleet of the God King Army can pour in instantly, inserting into the central area of ​​the alliance army like a scimitar, blooming more points, and breaking up the formation of the alliance army!

Ling Wu was not originally the chief general guarding this place.

But the main general Guan Feidu has already died in battle.

The second, third, fourth, fifth, and seventh commanders under Guan Feidu also died in battle one after another. The supreme commander of the defense line.

Like the seven who died in battle, Ling Wu took the lead.

In such a battle, strategy and tactics have lost their meaning.

Everyone is fighting crazily.

Ling Wu didn't know how long he could persist.

It's dusk.

According to the original battle plan, when night comes, the alliance army will retreat, and Zhaohui City will become the last line of defense against the God King army.

More distant.

Ling Chi stood high on the airship, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The incalculable number of deaths made the Xinjiang battlefield seem like a huge grinding disc of life. Countless creatures and powerful people died in large numbers in this area, making the world vaguely filled with a disturbing feeling. breath...

"Order, withdraw..."

Ling Chi spoke slowly.

But before the words fell, an unexpected change in the battlefield suddenly appeared without warning.