There was a deathly silence around the arena.

Lin Beichen's shot, in the eyes of others, was a strange one-handed sword seal aimed at Jiang Ziliu.

Then there was a thunderous explosion.

One of Jiang Ziliu's arms turned into blood and powder and disappeared.

What kind of sword fighting technique is this?

terrible.

No one understood it.

Including Zhu Bishi and Ding Sanshi under the ring, two master-level masters of kendo.

I can't understand at all what happened.

"puff……"

Lin Beichen blew gently on his fingers.

Of course it's blowing the gun.

But in the eyes of others, it's like blowing your index finger.

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

Damn, I went to the wrong set.

Lin Beichen was so immersed in it that he almost spilled the beans.

He quickly changed the subject and said: "I have been merciful with this blow and did not aim it at your head... Xiao Jiangjiang, surrender, you can remain silent, but every word you say will be regarded as...

…Bah, I mean, you better not make the mistake of yourself.”

What's going on?

How can I get this pistol? The soul of Chuuji will burn uncontrollably.

Why can't you help but end up on the wrong set?

opposite.

The shock on Jiang Ziliu's face gradually dissipated.

He glanced at his missing left arm.

There wasn't much sadness at all.

Instead, he looked quite curious about the blow just now.

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

he asked with a smile.

"Pooh."

Lin Beichen snorted coldly: "Don't be sentimental. It was just because I used my magical skill for the first time and missed the target."

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

He could actually laugh when he looked at Lin Beichen.

Everyone pricked up their ears.

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

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

Although there was no Purple Gold Hammer, the gunfire was loud, like thunder.

Nothing wrong.

"Thunder Eight?"

Jiang Ziliu nodded: "What a strange name. The sound of that move is like thunder, earth-shattering, and the word thunder is worthy of the name. What's the meaning of eight?"

Lin Beichen:???

I'm afraid you are a fucking idiot.

Can't you hear such obvious modal particles?

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

Lin Beichen said frantically: "I don't want to do this."

Jiang Ziliu's body swayed slightly, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he continued to smile and said: "I want to know, how many times can you use such a powerful sword fighting skill?"

Lin Beichen's expression changed.

He immediately understood the meaning of the words.

"Don't make trouble. If I strike again, you will really be dead."

Lin Beichen said seriously.

Jiang Ziliu smiled and said: "Before, I didn't take advantage of your broken sword to kill you seriously. You didn't hit me on the head just now. We were even. Now, if you don't hold back, I won't hold back either."

, we have a destiny of life and death, let each of us act according to his own ability."

He holds the ink sword in his right hand.

The wound on the left shoulder has stopped bleeding.

His whole body was filled with sword energy.

Compared with before, the momentum has not dropped at all.

"You are looking for death."

Lin Beichen's expression turned cold.

Bet my gun has no bullets?

Then...

His palm clenched the [Snowy Eagle] again, injecting profound energy into it.

The snow-silver gun body that only he could see, the ancient and complex veins once again shone with silver luster, and a new mysterious energy bullet was being rapidly generated in the barrel of the gun.

call out!

Jiang Ziliu's figure moved again.

Extremely fast.

void

Among them, an afterimage was left.

However--

"If you weren't injured, you might still have a chance, but now..."

Lin Beichen directly activated the ultimate move [Final Moment] derived from the [Eagle and Swallow Flying] movement, and then supplemented it with [Stealing Fragrance and Stealing Jade Steps]. His mental power spread out like a radar, and he avoided Jiang Ziliu's attack in no time.

The first sword.

Then when Jiang Ziliu thrust his second sword...

Bang!

Lin Beichen pulled the trigger.

The Snowy Eagle once again spits out silver fire snakes.

Scored twice.

A mist of blood filled the air.

The pitch-black ink sword surged into the air.

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

His right arm also disappeared.

The broken white clothes were stained with blood.

It's like a picture of wintersweet blooming in the winter snow.

There was a trace of pain on his face, but he still stubbornly used Xuan Qi. In the process of flying upside down, his body drew an arc, and he opened his mouth to bite the hilt of the falling ink sword...

Landed.

Stand firm.

Straight as a javelin.

Unmoving as a mountain.

Tick ​​tock.

It was blood dripping from the wound of the broken arm.
To be continued...