Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 138: What’s wrong?

Shhhhhh!

The sound of arrows breaking through the air sounds.

The archers hidden all over the manor also shot arrows at Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen mobilized his mental power with all his strength, sensed everything around him, and at the same time used [Stealing Fragrance and Jade Steps] to the extreme, constantly changing positions, avoiding arrows, and charging towards Zhao Wuyang.

This is his usual fighting style.

Shoot the man first to shoot the horse.

Catch the thief before the king.

As long as Zhao Wuyang is captured, all problems will be solved.

Shhhhhh!

Zhao Wuyang's identity is also extremely flexible.

He masters a footwork combat technique, constantly changing positions, and at the same time, he can continuously shoot hidden weapons such as hidden arrows, flying knives, and flying needles.

This is the first time Lin Beichen has seen a master using hidden weapons since he came to this world.

In all kinds of movies and TV shows on Earth, hidden weapon masters can use their wrists, elbows, shoulders, waist, knees, ankles, toes, etc. to launch hidden weapons, and even the back of the neck and mouth can shoot hidden weapons at critical moments. hurt.

This Zhao Wuyang is a bit similar.

However, his hidden weapons are mainly hidden arrows and flying swords.

There seems to be some kind of machine hidden in the sleeves, which can be continuously wound and fired.

Lin Beichen quickly closed the distance while knocking the flying weapon with Zheng Yijian.

A sneer appeared on Zhao Wuyang's face, capturing an opportunity to use Lin Beichen's old moves, raising his hand and shooting a slightly larger sleeve arrow.

Ding!

Lin Beichen swung his sword and knocked.

Boom!

Hidden Arrows shatter.

A light green mist suddenly erupted.

Lin Beichen's figure was instantly submerged by the green mist.

"Hehehe..."

Zhao Wuyang sneered.

This kind of [Idol Drunk] intoxication, even a small inhalation, will cause the body to be paralyzed and gradually lose the ability to move. Even the legendary prison-suppressing idol can be fascinated, let alone ordinary warriors?

Sure enough, in the next instant, Lin Beichen stumbled out of the green mist.

"Ah. You're so mean... I can't do it."

His footsteps faltered.

Then falls with a thud.

Zhao Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just kill me."

He ordered.

Fang Xiaobai next to him, many two people, saw this scene and were completely desperate.

I originally saw that Lin Beichen had the upper hand, and thought that he could finally be saved. Who knew Zhao Wuyang's methods, so despicable, there was still poison gas hidden in the sleeve arrow, and he suddenly gave Lin Beichen, an academy who had no combat experience, to /

Led down.

It's over.

Another one.

This Zhao Wuyang is simply a devil.

Several chambers of commerce rushed up in sword style and stabbed Lin Beichen, who was lying on the ground, with their swords.

Fang Xiaobai and many others subconsciously closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the beautiful skin of this handsome young man pierced and bloodied.

A cruel smile appeared on Zhao Wuyang's face.

He ordered to be killed directly, not captured alive, just because he didn't want to know Lin Beichen's true identity.

Such a young master, his status is probably not low.

But since it has been provoked, it must be eradicated.

As long as this young man didn't say his own name in front of everyone, other people in the manor would not know his origin, and if the aftermath was done well, the news would not spread.

And then silence Laozi and other related people...

Today's things can be done without anyone noticing with a high probability.

Excited.

Zhao Wuyang is very excited.

The feeling of killing a fighting genius is more intoxicating than conquering a young girl.

He couldn't help but laugh.

At this time, someone next to him asked him: "What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh..."

He replied subconsciously, but suddenly felt wrong.

The next moment, a small silver sword was placed around his neck.

Zhao Wuyang's expression immediately froze.

He looked at the ground ahead, and the figure whose body was pierced by the swordsmen of the Chamber of Commerce suddenly disappeared inconceivably, like a fart, disappearing into the air, and the swordsmen who drew the sword were looking at each other in surprise and inexplicable.

"Laugh, why don't you laugh?"

Lin Beichen is cheap and authentic.

"You..."

Zhao Wuyang knew he had been fooled.

Although I don't know exactly what's going on, one thing is clear-

I am clever but I am mistaken by cleverness, so this cunning elementary school student, secretly scheming, approached quietly and restrained himself.

Are all students now so treacherous?

At a loss, he thought that although this kid is strong, he has not been beaten by the mysterious rivers and lakes. He is just a rookie who looks experienced.

He quietly tried moving his fingers, trying to activate the wrist mechanism.

"Stop, don't move."

Lin Beichen immediately noticed his change and said, "You saw it too, the sword in my hand slashes iron like mud, and the iron hook is cut off with a single sword, don't move, in case You startle me, shake your hands, and your head is about to fall off."

Zhao Wuyang

He took a deep breath.

He was really a little scared.

This kind of close-up plot against a treacherous dog student master, although the probability of success is not small, but it is certain that the moment the other party is injured, the chance of cutting off half of his neck is 100%.

"Don't be impulsive, classmate Lin, have something to say."

Zhao Wuyang had no choice but to laugh with him and said, "We may have misunderstood before."

"I misunderstood your mother."

Lin Beichen slapped his backhand.

Zhao Wuyang's left face was swollen, his eyes were shining with gold stars, and his ears were buzzing. He almost died of anger, but he held it back, still smiling along his face, and said, "If this can make classmate Lin calm down. If I do, I deserve it, after all, I did something wrong before..."

Clap!

Lin Beichen slapped his backhand again.

"What's wrong?"

he asked.

"Huh?"

Zhao Wuyang was a little confused.

This question is a bit over the top.

"I shouldn't have shot you..." he tried.

Clap!

He responded with another loud slap in the face.

"Is this the **** thing you can't ejaculate?"

The more Lin Beichen talks, the more angry he gets.

"I..."

Zhao Wuyang's face was swollen on both sides.

Originally a pretty face, swollen like a braised pig's head.

Pop.

Lin Beichen slapped again: "You're still wronged, right? Tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Zhao Wuyang was bleeding from his nose and mouth, and there were literally 10,000 fast-moving beasts roaring past in his heart, saying, "I... Wherever Mr. Lin said is wrong, I am wrong..."

Clap!

Lin Beichen slapped again and said angrily, "What's your attitude?"

Zhao Wuyang's vision was blurry, and he only felt that his teeth were about to be knocked out.

"I was wrong, please correct me, classmate Lin." He gritted his teeth and said loudly.

Lin Beichen said: "Just ask."

"Ah? What are you asking?" Zhao Wuyang was stunned.

Clap!

Lin Beichen slapped another angrily and said, "Ask me, who are you."

Zhao Wuyang's whole body is about to collapse: "You... Who are you?"

Lin Beichen became happy, coughed lightly, adjusted his volume and tone, and said loudly: "Listen, I am..."

Hey hey.

Lao Tzu worked so hard and spent several brain cells to come up with the nickname of madly cool and dazzling, and finally he can say it openly.