Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 864: What did you do

Of course Chicasa God doesn't believe it.

One hundred thousand unbelievers.

A million unbelievers.

"Heh, do you think you are a god?"

He looked at Lin Beichen with an idiot-like expression on his face, and said: "You are just a bug who eats soft food. I have seen your so-called miraculous combat skills, but it is only because of this stupid woman. Helping her secretly, now that she is in danger, you, a string puppet, still want to defy the sky?"

Lin Beichen was angry.

Gan.

This **** is indeed a god, he really has a sharp eye.

It turned out that I had eaten soft rice before.

But so what?

I am soft on the hard things.

How many people can do it?

"Don't be afraid of him."

As Lin Beichen said, he pushed the Lord of the Sword to the battlefield, saying: "Come on, don't be cowardly, I will protect you from behind."

The master of the sword is impatient.

Although she always told Lin Beichen to go away.

But it's all for you to get out, why are you still pushing me into the battlefield as if you are afraid that you won't be able to escape?

Scumbag.

It's really not a good thing.

At the critical moment, the face of the scum was exposed.

Bah.

However, that's fine too.

We owe nothing to anyone.

Dozens of thoughts flashed through the mind of the Lord of Swords, and in the next moment, she urged her divine power to summon a silver sword that condensed the full moon's brilliance, and slashed at Qiancao God.

"Hahaha..."

While easily resisting the strong attack of the Lord of Swords, Qiancao God laughed jokingly: "As expected of you, Lin Beichen, at a critical moment, you dare to betray even the **** you believe in, you..."

The voice did not fall.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Because Lin Beichen in the distance did not escape.

On the contrary, he has a solemn face, holy like a tenth virgin, stagnant in the void, his mouth and lips are moving, muttering words, his hands are raised in a strange posture in front of his chest, his right thumb is frantically pointing, as if painting, It's like a seal...

There is a strong power of faith surging in his body.

The power of faith?

Qian Caoshen was stunned, her eyelids twitching wildly.

This idiotic loser is also a member of the Shinto?

But this bit of divine power cannot pose a threat to oneself.

What is he doing?

The moment doubts appeared in Qiancao God's heart, I saw Lin Beichen's right hand swipe casually in the void a few times, as if he was drawing a symbol, and finally his finger suddenly clicked somewhere.

Some kind of rule seems to be established.

Boom!

A milky white beam of light, condensed like a liquid essence, sprayed out from his body and hit the battle directly

The master of the sword.

"Your Majesty the Lord of the Sword, please accept the power of faith from your closest believers."

Accompanied by Lin Beichen's roar of the tiger stirring between heaven and earth, a miracle appeared.

The divine power fluctuations on the Lord of Swords began to grow crazily.

The skyrocketing.

The light pattern of divine power like a full moon rose wildly in an instant.

Besides the capital city, in the blue sky where the sun and the moon hung high, it seemed as if there was a third round of bright and bright moon.

The frosty moonlight slowly spread out like mercury pouring down the ground, occupying the sky, this place, this city, this person...

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Zhaohui Great City.

"Master Beichen has made another divine decree."

"Hurry up, follow your lord's decree, pray, and pray to the Lord of Swords!"

"Master Beichen, who saved the suffering, Your Majesty the Lord of the Sword, thank you for giving food, clothes, land, health and smiles to believers..."

"Master Beichen's decree must not be ignored, Gou Sheng, hurry up and call your mother and your three younger sisters, our whole family will pray to the Lord of Swords together."

"Suspend classes, temporarily suspend classes, all students of the Third Academy, immediately pray to the Lord of Swords..."

"Closed, pray."

"Officer, please pull it out first, go down first, let's pray to the garrison crown together, and do things later, at worst, I will tell my mother that I won't charge you for overnight stay..."

All kinds of strange dialogues appeared in Zhaohui City.

At the same time.

Most of the soldiers of the Fuguo Allied Forces who were marching in a hurry stopped suddenly, stood where they were, bowed their heads and began to pray silently in their hearts...

"What happened?"

The commander of the Forbidden Army, Lou Shanguan, frowned and asked.

It is taboo to suspend the army suddenly without a military order.

He has already considered whether to chop off the heads of some disobedient soldiers to clarify military discipline.

"Reporting to the general, it is Lin... Lin Tianren issued a decree again, asking the soldiers to pray to the Lord of the Sword, so the troops stopped by themselves!"

The personal guard came back after inquiring, and knelt on one knee to report.

"This..."

Lou Shanguan has nothing to say.

Because he saw not far away, Qianqian who was riding a giant blue wolf was also praying devoutly with her hands folded on her chest.

I can't afford to be provoked.

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Outside the capital, in the night sky.

The Lord of Swords felt the sudden power of faith.

These powers of faith are so pure and so firm.

The supply is endless.

Constantly bursting out from Lin Beichen's body, pouring into her body, filling every part of her body, making her feel

The long-lost feeling of swelling and stuffing.

Divine power.

Powerful divine power.

The Divine Dao realm of the Lord of Swords began to soar continuously.

Boom boom boom!

In the collision of guns and swords, it developed from one-sided to evenly matched.

"How could this be?"

Qian Kushen's complexion changed wildly, and small question marks popped up in his mind frantically.

What method is this?

See unseen, unheard.

"Divine Art - One Sword Moon Twilight."

The Lord of Swords was ecstatic in his heart, but he was also very calm. He didn't know how long this surge of divine power could last, so he immediately activated his big move.

"Divine Art-Heavenly Fire Burns the City."

Qian Caoshen was terrified in his heart, and he also resisted with a magical move.

In the distance.

Lin Beichen's pretentiousness is over.

He took the phone and kept refreshing it.

14.5 million...

15.5 million...

17 million...

18 million...

On the main page of Sword Master Jun Weibo on the phone screen, the number of fans is growing crazily, and in a blink of an eye, it has surpassed Qiancao God...

As for the third personal Weibo post he just posted, "I am in a hurry, pray in the name of the Lord of the Sword", the number of comments has exceeded 3 million, and the number of reposts is directly 600...

It can be seen that some people forwarded it twice.

What is the effect of reposting twice, we don't know.

But obviously, after the **** of death mobile phone reform, Weibo APP, a diversion method for sharing fans, is really awesome.

Although there has been a small experiment before and the effect has been known for a long time, Lin Beichen was still surprised.

Doesn't this mean that in the future, I can accept 'commercial advertisements' to make money?

As long as you can afford the price, no matter which **** it is, as long as you post a Weibo, you can bless it with the power of faith... Tsk tsk tsk, thinking about it makes me feel abnormal.

"Ah..."

In the battlefield, Qiancao God screamed in anger.

A **** arm whirled and fell in the void.

The sky was stained red with the blood of the gods.

"What the **** did you do?"

The broken-armed Qiancao God felt a great crisis, he quickly backed away, fixed his eyes on Lin Beichen, and roared angrily.

"Ha, guess."

Lin Beichen raised his **** and rubbed the center of his brows, and said slightly: "Your look of despair... really makes a handsome man like me happy."

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