Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 30: The Seven Magic Swords of the Cold Python

Such a delicate girl, defeated directly with a sword, without pity.

But the female students of the scumbag wives group were very happy to see this scene, and they all cheered: "cold, ruthless, handsome, she is really a sword fairy..."

The male students next to them were speechless.

These skinny powders.

It's better to learn from us, be more obsessed with Lin Beichen's swordsmanship, and be a technical fan, isn't it?

This forward loop.

Four people remained.

They are Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang.

The top four in the second year of the Third Academy.

The final battle is finally here.

This time the lottery ceremony attracted the attention of the entire grade.

In the first ring, the lottery box is placed on the black market case.

Lin Beichen and other four people came to the stage to draw lots one after another.

After the lottery, everyone holds their nameplate.

Lin Beichen looked down and saw the No. 4 nameplate in his hand.

The other three have already held their nameplates in their hands.

The invigilator came to check, took a glance, and directly gave the final matchup result of the semi-finals: "No. 1 Wu Xiaofang, against No. 4 Lin Beichen, No. 2 Mu Xinyue against No. 3 Yue Hongxiang."

Around the ring, there was cheering and boiling.

This result is a bit like king vs king, queen vs queen.

Yue Hongxiang from Class 8, although not as popular as Mu Xinyue, is also the goddess in the minds of many students. She is gentle and airy, exuding a kind of classical beauty all over her body. She is very low-key on weekdays, but there are many Iron fans, this time it was in the top four of the whole grade, and it definitely deserved it.

The duel between the two goddesses is absolutely eye-catching.

And between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang, because of the constant accumulation of hatred and grievances since the whole big competition, coupled with the wonderful story of Lin Beichen's prodigal son's miraculous rise, the attraction of the confrontation is even more attractive than the battle between the two goddesses. the eyes of the students.

"For the first time, Wu Xiaofang fought against Lin Beichen. Both sides of the battle are welcome."

Ding Sanshi, who is an invigilator, speaks loudly.

The atmosphere was instantly ignited.

"Senior Brother Wu, come on, beat the prodigal son."

"Lin Jianxian, continue your myth, I'm starting to support you now."

"Senior Brother Xiaofang, you must not lose to the notorious prodigal at the end of the crane."

Wu Xiaofang stepped into the ring step by step. Hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart. What kind of **** is this brainless, can he speak?

Lin Beichen also stepped into the ring.

The two stood ten meters apart, facing each other.

"This moment has finally come."

Wu Xiaofang sneered, stared at Lin Beichen, and said, "Although it feels good to destroy your classmates, how can it compare to knocking you down and humiliating you in front of so many classmates? Lin Beichen , you rubbish, are you ready to be ravaged?"

Lin Beichen slowly drew out the long sword from his waist.

"This sentence is also what I want to ask you, are you ready to face the nightmare?"

He takes his sword and steps forward slowly.

Mysterious energy is surging in my body.

The long black hair flutters in the sunlight, and every strand of hair seems to be radiating intoxicating brilliance.

"Ah, ah, ah, so handsome."

Under the ring, dozens of female students screamed.

I have to admit that in the entire Third Academy, in terms of appearance alone, in front of Lin Beichen, there is indeed no one who can resist, a handsome young man like Wu Xiaofang, in front of Lin Beichen, is scum None left.

Before this competition, people gradually began to support Lin Beichen.

Looking at the ring, Lin Beichen's momentum was full, and there was a cheering sound from below.

A sharp haze flashed in Wu Xiaofang's eyes.

He also poked the long sword from his waist.

The blade is as bright as autumn water, reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the sun.

This sword is called [Trace Light].

It's a sword.

A sharp weapon that cuts iron like mud.

He prepared it specially for this competition.

In previous battles, he never drew his sword out of its scabbard, just for this moment.

He wants to use this sword to defeat Lin Beichen in the arena, under the watchful eyes of all the students and teachers, and completely kill the so-called myth of the prodigal's so-called rise against the current.

"Should I pierce your leg first or your arm first?"

Wu Xiaofang stepped forward slowly, walking faster and faster.

The whole person, suddenly running.

Sudden changes in speed, like an arrow from a string.

Lin Beichen also accelerated instantly.

Basic swordsmanship close-up three-pronged first style——

Suddenly!

Body and sword.

The sword light flickered, and the person and the sword shrieked, like a stream of light.

"Give me defeat."

Wu Xiaofang shouted.

The sharp sword in his hand stabbed out sharply.

Whoa!

Seven blurred sword shadows burst out in an instant.

The shadow of the heavy epee sword was cold, like a silver python that suddenly burst into flames, opening its huge mouth to devour Lin Beichen in an instant.

This scene made swordsmanship teacher Ding Sanshi feel a sudden shock.

Not good.

Not basic swordsmanship.

It's [Cold Python Seven Illusory Sword]!

A true one-star sword skill.

This Wu Xiaofang has actually mastered the ninth-grade swordsmanship beyond basic swordsmanship?

The power of martial arts skills, once entered into a star level, is far beyond basic martial skills.

From low to high, they are one star to nine stars.

What is the result of using the Star Sword Skill against the derivative skill of the Basic Sword Skill?

You will lose.

Ding Sanshi's heart was instantly suspended.

On the viewing platform.

The grade director Chu Hen also jumped up.

Wu Xiaofang showed his sword skills beyond the basic sword skills, which should have been a happy thing. After all, his students are promising, but at this moment, what Chu Hen cares about is whether Lin Beichen can be used in this sword. Under the whole body to retreat, will not be injured!

Ding!

A slight metallic hum.

A severing sword flew into the air.

Shadows stagger.

One touch and one click.

The cold python sword shadow disappeared.

Lin Beichen looked at the sword in his hand in surprise.

Only half left.

"Fuck."

"Is this the **** family sword of that dog Wang Zhong?"

"Break at a touch?"

"This sword is just like that idiot. It's unreliable."

Lin Beichen felt numb in his heart.

Opposite.

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

"Hehe, trash, aren't you very arrogant? Now that your broken sword is broken, how can you fight me?"

In fact, in his heart, he was also extremely shocked.

What I have in my hand is a [Light Tracer] that cuts iron like mud.

The one that I used just now was the one-star sword skill [Cold Python Seven Illusory Sword].

As soon as he made his move, he used his strongest means.

The purpose is to seriously injure Lin Beichen in an instant, shock the audience, achieve the best visual effect, and get back his own glory.

However, it just broke the broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand?

Moreover, the terrifying anti-shock force just now made his sword almost fly out of his hand.

This little bastard, his strength is so strong?

In Wu Xiaofang's heart, he began to be vigilant.

With his footwork, he used the [Cold Python Seven Illusory Sword] again.

Cold light.

Scroll straight to Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen did not flinch.

Because intuition told him that if he retreated, he would lose.

A narrow path meets the brave and the brave wins.

The hand interrupted the sword and stabbed it forward.

Suddenly!

[Basic swordsmanship close-up three consecutive] is performed again.

Ding Ding!

A crisp metal crash sounded.

Two or three clusters of Mars sputter in the air.

Break the sword and fly again.

"Hahaha, now you only have a bare hilt left in your hand, how can you fight me?"

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

The broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand was directly cut into a hilt.

This time...

Damn, this is about kneeling.

Lin Beichen was a little speechless.

All of my abilities are on this sword.

Without the sword, it is equivalent to the keyboard warrior without the computer. How can this be used?

"Trash, today, you are destined to be trampled under my feet."

Wu Xiaofang laughed: "Do you really want to take revenge for those trash in Class 9, haha, unfortunately, your end will be worse than theirs."

Just then—

"Boy, take the sword."

Ding Sanshi, the invigilator of the exam, unfastened the long sword from his waist and threw it at Lin Beichen.

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