Lin Beichen interrupted directly: "You are a smart-aleck waste, you don't deserve to be known by my name, look at the sword!"
He took action directly.
Who cares about knowing your name?
There is an iron law in the world of pretense: only the winner of two people who are equally dedicated to showing off is qualified to say his or her name.
What he used was still the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique].
The Blue Bird Sword bloomed with a continuous green cold light in his hand.
The essence of [Shooting the Moon Sword Technique] lies in the word "shoot".
Every thrust of the sword was like a strong bow and a hard crossbow.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The sound of breaking through the sky is endless.
In an instant, Lin Beichen used the [Moonlit Night Drawing Bow] style and thrust out seven swords.
The young man in purple felt that the cold light in front of him was coming like stars falling, and in a hurry, he could only block it with his sword.
Ding ding ding!
There was a sudden clash of metals.
But after the third impact, the boy in purple felt his wrist go cold, then severe pain came, and he could no longer hold the sword.
puff!
The sound of flesh being punctured sounded again.
Dark red blood spurted out.
"ah……"
The long sword in the purple-clothed boy's hand fell to the ground and screamed.
The tendons of his right wrist were also severed, and blood gushed out from between the fingers of his left hand protecting his wrist.
"Oh, still vulnerable."
Lin Beichen sheathed his sword: "You don't deserve to let me know your name at all, get lost."
The strength of his profound energy has reached the level of a martial artist.
But because he has not yet awakened the mysterious attribute, he can only be regarded as a 'pseudo martial artist'.
However, because of his terrifying physical strength, if the two are superimposed, the actual combat is only higher than that of a first-level martial artist.
This purple-clothed boy was stronger than Xia Houchong and had reached the tenth level of the martial arts realm, but he was still no match for Lin Beichen.
Hearing Lin Beichen's words, he was so angry that his whole body trembled, and his teeth were almost broken.
A prodigal son who is well-known throughout the city, he stood out in the preliminaries through opportunism. He thought he was a clown, but he didn't expect to have such strong strength.
The teenagers in the pavilion were also a little confused at this time.
No matter how slow they were, they had already realized that Lin Beichen's strength was more terrifying than they imagined.
Xia Houchong was defeated with a sword, but it was okay to say that he had just entered the tenth level of the warrior realm.
But his brother Xia Houang is truly at the top of the tenth level of the warrior realm.
But he was still defeated in one move by Lin Beichen.
Could it be that the strength of this scum is already at the warrior level?
That's not right either.
He clearly has not awakened the attribute of Xuan Qi, and Xuan Qi has no external color, so he cannot be in the martial arts realm.
For a moment, they were all a little uncertain about Lin Beichen's strength, and were secretly frightened.
"Come on, weren't you very arrogant just now?"
Lin Beichen hooked his fingers and said, "Come out and take the sword."
"Too arrogant."
"I can't bear it anymore."
"Look at the sword."
A young man is a young man after all, he is young and cannot be provoked.
Several figures sprang out from the pavilion, each taking action, sword light flashing, heading straight for Lin Beichen.
"Well done."
Lin Beichen laughed and used his identity as [Feiyu in the Cloud].
The figure is like a feather flying in the clouds. It is fast and slow, left and right, up and down. It floats uncertainly with different rhythms, making it difficult to catch.
At the same time, the Blue Bird Sword in his hand kept thrusting out with the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique] move.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The tip of the sword pierced the air, making a roaring sound.
Every time the sword was thrust out, a young man flew backwards screaming in pain.
In the blink of an eye, the five or six young men who took action covered their wrists, abandoned their swords and retreated, blood overflowing from their fingers.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is the genius who claims to be the young elite of Yunmeng City. He is so weak that it makes me pee urgently."
Lin Beichen put away his sword and shook his head.
Could it be that tonight's so-called sword test appointment, and those who received invitations from other youth group swordsman geniuses, are all these people?
The geniuses in Yunmeng City really can't take advantage of them.
The teenagers were ashamed and angry, but unable to refute.
Lin Beichen's power can only be truly appreciated when you actually face him.
The erratic body movements and weird sword movements left them unable to even parry. Just now, basically five or six people joined forces to attack, but in the end, they were all defeated in just a few encounters.
The gap between the two sides is like a divine punishment.
"Who else?"
Lin Beichen shouted loudly.
In the pavilion, the other young men who had not yet made a move had expressions on their faces, and they gave up any intention of forcing their way forward. Cao Potian gently placed the white jade wine glass in his hand on the table, and said calmly: "A notorious dandy,
To be able to proudly test the sword on that night is really...Brother Lin, these so-called geniuses you brought today don't seem to be very good."
Sitting next to him, the only young man in a bright yellow brocade robe with a strong aura of fighting against others smiled slightly and said: "My little brothers are usually very arrogant. I once warned them that there is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, but they also
I just obeyed on the surface, but didn't care on the inside, and thought that I, as the eldest brother, was too cautious."
When the bright yellow-soaked boy said this, Xia Houchong, Xia Houang and other defeated boys all bowed their heads with shame on their faces.
"It's a good thing that someone asked me, my brothers, to calm down their arrogance today."
The young man in bright yellow brocade robe poured a glass of wine into Cao Potian's white jade wine glass, and then poured another glass into the glass in front of him, saying: "Yunmeng City's Daze Niang has a sweet and strong taste, and the entrance is like a burning fire.
, has endless stamina and can best stimulate the will of a swordsman. Brother Cao, please wait a moment, I will come as soon as I can."
As he spoke, he stood up and came outside the pavilion.
"Thank you for educating my brothers for me."
He cupped his hands to Lin Beichen and said: "But, you still have to lose. My name is Dongfang Zhan. Remember this name, because for the rest of your life, these three words will be chased by you.
, an unsurpassable goal.”
He slowly stretched out his hand.
A young man next to him handed over a sword.
A very ordinary sword.
Using this kind of sword shows Dongfang Zhan's confidence in his own strength.
The long sword is unsheathed.
"I'll give you a chance, you make the first move."
Dongfang Zhan said with a faint smile.
Lin Beichen also laughed.
This level of strength is several times stronger than that of Xia Houchong and others before.
However, when it comes to showing off, among the younger generation, Lin Beichen has never been afraid of anyone.
"Look at the sword."
Lin Beichen took action directly.
The Blue Bird Sword thrust out, still using the [Moon Shooting Sword Technique].
The blade of the sword pierced the air, like a siege crossbow arrow, containing huge force, causing the air on both sides of the blade to tumble away, forming a vortex of airflow visible to the naked eye.
"haha okay."
Dongfang Zhan stood still. When the tip of the Blue Bird Sword was about to pierce his body, the long sword in his hand vibrated violently, buzzing, and a bright silver sword light appeared, piercing the blade of the Blue Bird Sword, swinging.
He fired Lin Beichen's sword.
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This set is perfect for Yan Sheng, the reader in the set building. I hope you like it, although it probably won't last too long.