Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 421: Now you should believe it

There was a deathly silence around the arena.

In the eyes of others, Lin Beichen's spear made a strange one-handed sword mark on Jiang Ziliu.

Then there was a thunderous explosion.

Jiang Ziliu's arm turned into blood foam and disappeared.

What kind of kendo combat skill is this?

It's terrible.

Everyone didn't understand.

Including Zhu Bishi and Ding Sanshi under the ring, the two kendo masters.

I can't understand what happened.

"Poof..."

Lin Beichen pointed at his finger and blew lightly.

Blowing the muzzle of course.

But in the eyes of others, it is blowing the index finger.

"I'm sorry, I'm lying..."

Shit, I went to the wrong set.

Lin Beichen was so immersed that he almost slipped his tongue.

He quickly changed the subject and said: "This blow, I have already been merciful, and I didn't aim at your head... Xiao Jiangjiang, surrender, you can keep silent, but every word you say is important Will serve as... Bah, I mean, you better not mistake yourself.”

What's going on?

However he got this pistol, the soul of Zhonger burned uncontrollably.

Are you always involuntarily going to the wrong set?

Opposite.

The shock on Jiang Ziliu's face gradually dissipated.

He glanced at his missing left arm.

There is not much sadness.

On the contrary, he looked quite curious about the blow just now.

"Did you hit my left arm because I held a sword in my right hand and didn't want to destroy me?"

he asked with a smile.

"Bah."

Lin Beichen snorted coldly: "Don't be sentimental, I just missed it because I used my magic skill for the first time."

Jiang Ziliu smiled again and said, "What's the name of that sword just now?"

He looked at Lin Beichen and could actually laugh.

Everyone pricked up their ears.

Because everyone wants to know the name of the move just now.

Lin Beichen thought for a while, and said, "The move I just made was called... uh, Jinglei."

Although there was no Zijin Hammer, the gunshots were loud, like thunder.

No problem.

"Thunder Eight?"

Jiang Ziliu nodded: "What a strange name, the sound of that move is like thunder, the word "shocking the sky", and "thundering thunder" are worthy of the name, so how do you explain it?"

Lin Beichen:? ? ?

You are a **** idiot.

Can't you hear such an obvious modal particle?

"Don't force yourself to be cute if you can't beat me."

Lin Beichen said frantically, "I don't like this."

Jiang Ziliu swayed slightly, with beads of sweat on his forehead, he continued to smile and said, "I want to know, how many times can you perform such a powerful sword fighting technique?"

Lin Beichen's complexion changed.

He immediately understood the meaning of the words.

"Don't make trouble, I will make another shot, and you will really die."

Lin Beichen said seriously.

Jiang Ziliu smiled and said: "Before, I didn't take advantage of your broken sword to kill you. You didn't hit me on the head just now. We are even. Next, don't hold back, and neither will I." Keep your hands, we are destined to die, each according to his ability."

He holds the ink sword in his right hand.

The wound on the left shoulder has stopped bleeding.

He was full of sword energy.

Compared to before, the momentum did not drop at all.

"You are courting death."

Lin Beichen's expression turned cold.

Bet I don't have bullets in my gun?

Then...

His palm tightly grasped [Snowy Eagle] again, injecting profound energy.

The snow-silver gun body that only he can see, the ancient and complicated patterns flashed silvery luster again, a new bullet of profound energy is being formed in the gun chamber, rapidly.

Phew!

Jiang Ziliu moved again.

Extremely fast.

Void

Among them, an afterimage was left behind.

However——

"If you are not injured, you may still have a chance, but now..."

Lin Beichen directly activated the [Ultimate Moment] derivation ultimate move of [Eagle and Swallow Flying] and supplemented by [Stealing Fragrance and Jade Step], his mental power spread out like a radar, and he avoided it every now and then. Jiang Ziliu's first sword.

Then when Jiang Ziliu thrust out his second sword...

Boom!

Lin Beichen pulled the trigger.

The snowy eagle spits out the silver fire snake again.

Two goals.

A blood mist filled the air.

The pitch-black ink sword flew up in the air.

Jiang Ziliu's figure flew backwards as if he had been addicted.

His right arm also disappeared.

The broken white clothes are stained with blood.

Like a picture of wintersweet blooming in winter snow.

There was a hint of pain on his face, but he still stubbornly forced his profound energy. During the process of flying backwards, his figure drew an arc, and he opened his mouth to bite the hilt of the falling black sword ...

Fall to the ground.

Stand firm.

Straight as a javelin.

It is as immovable as a mountain.

Tick tock.

It is blood dripping from the wound on the severed arm.

The eyes burn brightly.

The fighting spirit is still there.

Lin Beichen's figure also flew four or five meters backwards under the recoil of [Snowy Eagle].

Fortunately, this time, he has experience.

So it's not as embarrassing as the first handjob.

Land down firmly.

When he looked up, Lin Beichen's expression changed.

Feeling the fighting spirit still burning on Jiang Ziliu on the opposite side, his expression suddenly became angry.

An uncontrollable anger.

Scoring twice has consumed two-thirds of his profound energy.

Only one more shot at most.

"If you want to die, I will help you."

He looked at Jiang Ziliu, who was slowly approaching step by step with a sword in his mouth, and said angrily, "Don't be ignorant of good and evil, just because you arrested my friends, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and forced me to sign a life and death certificate, I can kill you ten thousand times without any psychological burden."

A burst of rage and murderous intent overflowed Lin Beichen's face.

As long as he thinks about those urban management team members who died in the abandoned warehouse of the Hai Clan, and Gong Gong with his broken arm, the killing intent in his heart can't help boiling.

If it weren't for Jiang Ziliu's face, his always gentle posture, and a feeling that even Lin Beichen himself couldn't understand, if it wasn't for the killing intent, his first shot would be the head. .

Jiang Ziliu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

His handsome face, which was a little pale due to blood loss and pain, suddenly revealed a look of astonishment and surprise.

This kind of astonishment was even worse than when he saw his arm being beaten to pieces.

He shook his head slightly.

Clang!

The ink sword flew out and stuck on the ground.

"Kill innocent people? Kill your friends?"

Jiang Ziliu frowned and said, "You didn't make a mistake, I never did such a thing."

Lin Beichen was stunned.

Not this dog thing?

In an instant, he believed Jiang Ziliu's words.

Because at this time, Jiang Ziliu had no reason to lie.

And Jiang Ziliu said that he only lied to women.

I am not a woman.

Then...

[Yin Yang Scholar] Mo Weimian, [Yan Shi Mei Xing] Lin Meiyin, and several black-clothed warriors, where did they come from?

At such a moment, Lin Beichen suddenly felt that when he was running wildly in red underwear that day, he seemed to have overlooked something important.

But at this time, there was an uproar around the arena, full of people's voices.

Because during the conversation between the two, too much information was exposed.

Especially Lin Beichen's sentence "Arrest my friends, kill innocent people indiscriminately".

All of a sudden, like a flash of lightning, it passed through the minds of Ding Sanshi and others.

It also made them understand why Lin Beichen signed the [Life and Death

Shape].

It turned out that it was not for death.

But I was really forced to be helpless.

Thinking of this, Ding Sanshi and the others burst into flames of anger.

"Mean."

Ding Sanshi looked at Zhu Bishi.

Zhu Bishi was silent.

On the ring stage, when Jiang Ziliu looked over, Zhu Bishi took a deep breath and shook his head.

Jiang Ziliu looked away.

Amidst the scolding, he looked at Lin Beichen and said, "We did not do this, but I will definitely give you an explanation."

Lin Beichen suddenly laughed.

I don't know why, but he just wants to laugh.

Happiness from the heart.

"Bah, explain? You bastard, get out of here. If you don't stop the bleeding and heal your wounds quickly, you will be here."

Lin Beichen scolded.

Jiang Ziliu nodded, paused with his left foot on the ground, a burst of profound energy erupted, and the ink sword inserted on the ground flew up, unbiased, and landed in the sword box behind him.

"I lost."

Jiang Ziliu said solemnly: "My life is yours. After I explain to you, if you want to kill or cut, you are welcome."

After finishing speaking, he stretched his feet and jumped off the ring.

"Fourth..."

Zhu Bishi rushed forward.

Jiang Ziliu smiled at Zhu Bishi.

In the next instant, his figure swayed, his face flushed strangely, his sanity dissipated, and he fell down limply.

"Fourth, hold on."

Zhu Bishi hugged Jiang Ziliu's remnant body, with a tense expression on his face. He immediately probed inwards to investigate the situation, and found that it was indeed the coma caused by physical injury, not other uncontrollable reasons, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

How could things develop like this?

Zhu Bishi felt incredible.

Difficult to understand.

He looked up at the blood-stained young man in the ring, with a killing intent in his eyes.

The life of this dude should have come to an end today.

The fourth child will lose, this is something he never dreamed of.

Now, the plan has gone awry.

How to make up for it?

Phew!

A sound of sword chant pierced through the world.

Among the crowd, the figure of [Wandering Sword] Qu Chuxiao, like a frightened bird, pulled out suddenly, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, like a ray of dawn and annihilation, directly slashing at Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen, without the protection of the arena shield formation, under the sudden attack of this sword, seemed to be a small sampan in the vast ocean, and he was about to be swallowed.

Ding Sanshi, Ye Weiyang and others, who were still immersed in the joy of Lin Beichen's miraculous turn from defeat to victory, realized it was already too late.

It is too late to help.

At the critical moment——

"Enough."

A cold voice came from the direction of the distant mountain of the temple.

Ding!

The invisible divine power rippled like a light curtain, guarding one meter in front of Lin Beichen.

Boom!

Qu Chuxiao slashed at the light curtain with a sword, and he paused for a moment, only to feel a huge force rushing towards him like mountains and seas, which instantly made half of his body numb, and his whole body was shaken to the ground.

A mouthful of reverse blood rushed up his throat in an instant.

He pressed down.

A look of horror appeared on Qu Chuxiao's face.

"Who is..."

He opened his mouth to drink.

But the words come out——

Boom!

A thunderous sound exploded above the arena.

At the same time, his head exploded directly, turning into a cloud of moist blood mist, which dispersed in the air.

"Hoo..."

On the ring, Lin Beichen blew lightly at the muzzle of [Snowy Eagle].

"I said, I will kill you."

Looking at Qu Chuxiao's headless corpse that was slowly falling down, he said, "Now, you should believe it."

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No, yesterday was too long, today is really withered.

Go to rest first, and grow longer tomorrow.