Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1893: Why not bald
But in the next moment, everyone's smiles suddenly froze.
All the hidden weapons that shot like electricity hit Lin Beichen's face, but they didn't even break a single hair on him.
The hidden weapon capable of instantly killing an emperor pierced Lin Beichen's facial skin at its sharpest point, but it was only slightly sunken, and then was directly bounced off by the skin.
What?
(?Д?)ノ?
What a thick skin.
There are such 'brazen' people in the world?
The eyeballs of the two who fired the hidden weapons almost popped out.
They used their best hidden weapons, killed countless people, and sent many strong men on the road. During the process, it was not that no one blocked their hidden weapons.
But no one has ever used the method of standing still and relying on the face to bounce off their attacks.
At this time, the giant man who turned into a bald bear rushed forward like a frenzy.
His claws sparked due to the high-speed movement in the air, tearing the void barrier into white cracks, just like the sharpest weapons in the world, with a left and right blow, he smashed heavily on the ground. Lin Beichen's temple.
Even a piece of imperial gold would have to be smashed to pieces in an instant.
Sure enough, there was a crackling sound of bones breaking in the air.
But the next moment, it was the miserable howl of the bald bear.
Because his pair of bear claws shattered directly.
The claws that did not know **** a high-level star-level powerhouse fell on Lin Beichen's temples, just like rotten wood hitting gold and iron. Fly.
"Roar."
The bald bear's eyes were scarlet, he lowered his head, and hit Lin Beichen's forehead heavily with his huge head.
Why is his head bald?
Because of practicing.
What skills do you practice?
A head of Broken Star Mountain's secret technique.
Equivalent to low martial arts iron head skills.
Because the density of the head is too high and the strength is too strong, even when he is transformed, no hair can grow on his head.
Once upon a time, the bald bear's bald head was invincible, smashing the emperor's weapon, smashing the stars, and killing the star master.
His head is harder and stronger than his claws.
This is his lore.
He was confident that he could smash Li Shaofei's head to pieces in an instant - or at least make him dizzy and lose his combat effectiveness.
But the ideal is full, and the reality is cruel.
One ten-thousandth of a second later, the bald bear discovered something that made him desperate.
The opponent's head is harder than his.
Click.
It seems that the watermelon hit the iron ball heavily.
The bald bear's head was opened in an instant, the skull was instantly torn apart, and the 'crumb' inside was directly sprayed out.
And the terrifying power of shock directly affected his body along with the broken head, and then he was proud of it. After transforming into a huge body comparable to the remnant of the wilderness, it directly shook like porcelain Generally, a series of cracks appear, and then quickly collapse and collapse.
At the moment when his mind was slack, the bald bear sent out a soul torture that made him die—
"Li Shaofei's head is so hard, why is he not bald?"
Then, his physical body completely collapsed.
The soul body flew out and fled back in panic.
But with the existence of the soul lamp, how could it be possible to escape?
The brilliance of the blue mist sprinkles.
The soul of the bald bear floated towards the blue lamp involuntarily, shrinking continuously, and finally was imprisoned in the lampshade, struggling desperately.
At this time, the middle-aged scribe, who was painting like a dragon, finally finished his painting.
"In the painting, I am the master of the sky and the fire."
With a wave of the paintbrush in his hand.
The image of raging fire appeared on the scroll, burning the figure in the words.
At the same time, in front of Lin Beichen, clusters of terrifying sky fires appeared out of thin air, almost burning through the space, surrounding him in the middle, and burning wildly.
"Huh?"
Lin Beichen was surprised: "Interesting."
This kind of secret technique of painting to hurt people is really eye-catching.
But this level of flames can't pose any real threat to him at all, and even his fine hair can't be scorched and bent a little bit.
"Is there any other way?"
Lin Beichen looked excitedly at the middle-aged scribe.
The middle-aged scribe only felt his scalp go numb.
It was the first time he had seen someone who, instead of showing a painful and wailing expression, had a look of enjoyment after bearing his own forbidden attack head-on.
Li Shaofei's expression seemed to be saying: "Be stronger, please be stronger."
"In the world in the painting, I am the ruler of the sky."
The middle-aged scribe waved his brush again.
A series of world-destroying thunderbolts appeared in the picture scroll, constantly striking towards the top of the person in the picture.
Accompanied by it, in reality, purple thunderbolts also appeared above Lin Beichen's head, which contained the aura of great calamity, and mercilessly struck down.
Click and boom.
The thunder kept striking Lin Beichen's head.
Its power is terrifying.
"What a strong force."
Lin Beichen also sighed with emotion, saying: "You actually messed up my hairstyle."
He was surprised.
At the same time, the power of thunder and lightning kept hitting his head, making him feel truly refreshed, as if he had experienced a blind massage, feeling numb and refreshed.
"What?"
The middle-aged scribe was shocked.
It was the first time he saw that his secret technique would be so ineffective.
"Stop him."
The middle-aged scribe drank loudly, sprayed blood on the scroll, and the paintbrush in his hand danced wildly.
The killer kings around forcibly suppressed the fear in their hearts, joined forces again, and each used their strongest methods to besiege Lin Beichen frantically.
Lin Beichen threw out punches casually and kept throwing them out.
Bang bang bang.
Blood mist
One punch one killer.
The two sides are not of the same magnitude at all.
What arrived this time is a clone of the new ancestor that has been disguised by a magic camera. It is not too easy to deal with these emperors and stars. The power of a casual punch can instantly kill them.
One after another soul body, frantically fleeing, but unable to escape the ingestion of the blue light, they were directly sucked and imprisoned by the soul lamp.
"You're done."
The middle-aged scribe suddenly roared.
He didn't know what he did on the scroll, and then he grabbed the scroll with both hands and tore it apart.
Crack.
Stick.
Among the strange noises, the space around Lin Beichen was torn apart like paper, the sky was filled with flames, ghosts floated in the ground, and the torn void flickered like swords and swords. /
All kinds of terrifying destructive energy completely annihilated the space within ten meters around him.
Oh?
Lin Beichen understood again.
The attack of the middle-aged scribe is very strange. If he tears the picture scroll, he can directly destroy the space where the enemy is in reality together with the enemy.
A very unsolvable mystery.
The only downside is that
"Your strength is too weak, and you can't display the true power of this secret technique at all. Take you here."
Lin Beichen raised his hand.
Ling Kong directly grabbed the paintbrush in the middle-aged scribe's hand.
He has already seen that the reason why middle-aged scribes can perform this magical secret technique is because of this pen.
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There was a positive initial screening in the community, so the quarantine was spent on nucleic acid all morning, trying to find ways to buy vegetables and stock up.
In the last chapter, a brother was asking, please answer, this is the second child, and there are still more than ten days until the due date, but now it is banned, and my head hurts.
Finally, I wish my eight million female readers a happy Goddess' Day.