If someone is looking for trouble, let him play the role of a master guard to scare these innocent students who have not been beaten by society. At that time, this bitch even patted his chest and vowed that, let alone pretending to be a master, he would be beaten.
, must also stand in Lin Beichen's way.
The result now?
This piece of shit actually escaped?
There is no sense of loyalty.
Lin Beichen was immediately at a loss.
What the hell is going on?
Is it really possible to draw a sword and fight?
Although he mastered [Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations] last night using his mobile phone, he was a gamer in his previous life and had no fighting experience. As a civilized person in a society governed by the rule of law, he was not mentally ready to fight.
Preparing the blade.
There was a roar of gloating laughter all around.
"Yes, get in quickly."
"Get in there and lick the dust off all of our boots."
"What the hell are you looking at? Get in quickly."
"Little beast, hurry up."
"Do you think you are still the young prince of Zhan Tianhou Mansion?"
The colleges who came with Feng Lun had already received the instruction and immediately cooperated, shouting and scolding loudly using various humiliating words.
Feng Lun was even more proud when he saw this.
He decided to go one step further, so he made a hasty noise, pulled out the long sword from his waist, pointed it at Lin Beichen, and said: "Little bastard, your father is a deserter, and you are even more of a coward. If it weren't for the school discipline, no killing is allowed, I would be here today.
Already put you..."
The words were not spoken yet.
Changes occurred suddenly.
call out!
A white sword light flashed.
Ding!
Feng Lun's eyes blurred, he felt his wrist shake, half of his arm was sore and numb, and the sword flew out of his hand.
call out!
There was another flash of white sword light.
His chest felt cold.
When looking down.
The silver sword tip has pierced the clothes on the chest and penetrated lightly into the muscles. A faint crimson color seeped out of the clothes along the blade and spread out, as if it was a slowly blooming red flower.
flowers…
And the hilt of the long sword is being held...
In Lin Beichen's hands?!
So, what happened just now...
what happened?
I……
Lost?
Defeated by Lin Beichen?
This prodigal son, he...
He actually has such terrifying strength? Feng Lun's heart suddenly trembled uncontrollably.
He looked at Lin Beichen blankly.
And Lin Beichen was even more stupid than Feng Lun.
Damn it?
What just happened?
He was also confused.
However, such a confused expression fell into the eyes of the frightened Feng Lun, and it felt completely different——
His expression was cold and emotionless, as if he were a cold-blooded killer. Especially those eyes, which had no focus at all and were hollow, as if they were any kind of life. It seemed that in such eyes, everyone else was already a lifeless corpse.
Same.
horrible.
fear.
Lin Beichen in this state was like a cold-blooded gold medal killer who had killed countless people.
How could I fucking be an enemy of such a person?
"Classmate Lin, don't...have anything to say...speak carefully..."
Feng Lun's mentality suddenly collapsed.
What a goddess, why would you give everything for love...
Everything was thrown out of the window.
Staying alive is the most important thing.
His legs were weak and he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.
But dare not move.
Because he has a sword stuck in his chest.
He was afraid that if he moved, he would cause Lin Beichen to misunderstand. If the sword in his hand was moved forward even a slight inch, it could pierce his heart and kill him.
The people around him were also confused.
Especially the expressions on the faces of those students who were gloating about others' misfortune and adding insult to injury were completely frozen.
what's the situation?
Feng Lun is a third-level warrior.
Although it is only the beginning of level three, it is still a real level three.
He was beaten in an instant by Class 9 of the second grade, no, probably by the entire second grade class?
No one could see clearly just now what kind of combat skill Lin Beichen was performing.
Because it's too fast.
Lin Beichen's attack speed was too fast.
It's like a bolt of lightning.
All the students felt their eyes blurred, and when they reacted, Lin Beichen's sword stabbed Feng Lun in the chest.
What kind of strength is this?
"Lin...Lin Beichen, please don't be impulsive..."
"Killing is prohibited in the academy..."
"Classmate Lin, stop quickly and tell me what you have to say."
Several of Feng Lun's friends were also frightened and did not dare to get close. They stammered and begged for mercy in a panic, fearing that Lin Beichen would really act impulsively and kill Feng Lun. If the academy held them accountable, they would not be able to escape.
blame.
What?
Are you betting that Lin Beichen wouldn't dare kill anyone?
Come on! This prodigal son is a fool.
What can't he do if he has a brain attack?
The hearts of all the students watching were in their throats.
At this time, classmate Lin Beichen, the horror maker, finally slowly came to his senses.
Well?
Just now……
It was as if when Feng Lun drew his sword and pointed it at him, his body felt some kind of threat and suddenly became completely out of control. His body reacted directly without waiting for the brain's command.
Draw your sword and fight back.
Break through, break through, stab...
That seems to be...
[Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combos] combo?
To rush means to rush to the opponent's side in the shortest time and at the fastest speed.
Breaking means to use the most reasonable, effective and labor-saving angle and strength to break through the opponent's defense.
Stabbing refers to the simplest, most direct and deadly way to defeat an opponent by assassination.
This breakthrough and stabbing is the core secret of [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations].
It seems simple, but is actually extremely difficult.
In fact, in battle, if you stick to the formality, your moves will be dead and there will be no threat.
The so-called beauty of application lies in one mind. You need to practice these three strikes thousands of times to make them become the instinct of the body. Only by using them flexibly in battle can the maximum effect be exerted.
Just now, Lin Beichen took action and defeated the enemy as quickly as a white horse passing through the gap.
This is his body, already instinctive.
When used, it is terrifyingly powerful.
Far beyond Lin Beichen's own expectations.
"Damn it, practicing on a mobile phone app is too overbearing, isn't it?"
Lin Beichen was ecstatic inside.
If my mastery of [Basic Swordsmanship Three Combinations] last night was just a preliminary step, at this moment, I have definitely mastered it at my fingertips.
The power of these three swords exceeded his imagination.
Even the third-level junior warrior Feng Lun looked like a weak chicken, vulnerable to a single blow.
So, did I underestimate the [Basic Swordsmanship and Fitness Three Links], or did I underestimate the training power of the mobile app?
one way or another……
Delightful!
"Do you have something to say?"
Lin Beichen laughed on the spot: "But just now, when I was nice and easy to discuss, some people didn't seem to appreciate it. Now that my sword is angry, you want to appreciate it in turn?"
"Yes, yes, I appreciate it, I appreciate it, I absolutely appreciate it."
Feng Lun forced a smile and howled in his heart.
Brother, don't laugh.
Your hands tremble when you smile, and your sword trembles when your hands tremble.