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Three hundred and seventieth eight chapters do not leave one

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Can't stop it.

This thought came to Lin Beichen's mind.

The power of the master of swordsmanship is extraordinary and unparalleled, and cannot be resisted by his current level of third-level martial artist.

Neither does cheating.

The body has already reacted before thinking.

As soon as his body moved, he immediately leaned back tactically.

call out!

The sword light almost grazed his temples and shot towards him.

laugh!

A touch of coldness ran across his temples.

A few strands of broken hair were flying in the air.

"Old Yu!"

Yu Wanlou's eyes burst out with ecstatic light.

At the moment of life and death, he seized the opportunity at that moment, and without caring about anything else, he rolled like a lazy donkey, instantly widening the distance between him and Lin Beichen, and jumped towards the entrance of the broken wall where the sword light had poured into before.

Lin Beichen frowned and did not pursue him.

He felt a cold sword intent running along the tiny wound on his temples.

I dodged quickly just now, but I was still injured by the sword energy.

He raised his hand and touched the wound.

Fingertips are bright red.

Bleeding.

But it's not the flesh wounds that are troublesome.

But that touch of cold sword energy.

The sword energy had already followed the wound and begun to invade the skull.

How terrifying is the sword energy of a strong master of swordsmanship?

Logically speaking, if a third-level martial artist is scratched by this sword energy, he will have no way to resist. His skull will be shattered and his brain will burst to death immediately.

But Lin Beichen only felt slightly cold.

He subconsciously circulated the mysterious energy around his skull, and with a flash of orange-red light, the coldness disappeared instantly.

There were still drops of blood coming out of the minor wounds on the temples.

The previous water attribute mysterious energy was for healing.

Today's fire-attribute profound energy seems to be refining? eliminating? quenching the body?

Not sure yet.

But its magical power is definitely not weaker than the water attribute mysterious energy.

Lin Beichen thought to himself, and he sensed it carefully again, confirming that the cold sword energy had really been completely eliminated, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

boom!

The wooden wall of the box was blown open by powerful force.

A tall old man with gray hair flew in with Yu Wanlou.

This old man is two meters tall, burly, with gray hair and an ordinary face. However, there is a shocking sword mark that slashed diagonally downward from the right side between his eyebrows, almost splitting his entire face into two pieces. Now the wound has healed.

, it is still shocking to watch, and you can imagine how serious the injuries were.

Very murderous.

Lin Beichen was secretly shocked.

The burly old man's eyes were open and closed, and his eyes were as bright as swords. When he looked at him, it was as if countless sharp swords were stabbing him, which made Lin Beichen feel a tingling sensation on his skin and palpitations.

"That's him... Mr. Yu, kill him for me."

Yu Wanlou stood beside the burly old man and roared like a wounded beast.

The burly old man is his guardian Yu Lao.

Mr. Yu moved his eyes away from Lin Beichen and glanced around the private room where cups and plates were littered. He saw Zhu Zhiwen's body chopped into two pieces on the ground, and then looked at the other killed noble youths. His pupils slightly dimmed.

Shrink.

"Did you kill all these people?"

He looked at Lin Beichen again.

"So what?"

Lin Beichen looked at him with a sneer.

"You are so ruthless and murderous at such a young age. If you are allowed to live and grow up, wouldn't it mean that your blood will spread all over the world and you will become a demon star? I will not spare you."

Elder Yu's attitude was condescending and he said calmly: "But, little guy, I think you are the favored one of the gods. You can commit suicide. I will leave your body intact."

Lin Beichen smiled.

He raised his middle finger——

"Silly dick."

How can you say such shameless things?

A master of swordsmanship is nothing more than that.

An angry look appeared on Mr. Yu's face.

The change in his expression caused the muscles to change and affected the red sword mark. The evil aura became stronger and stronger. He said: "You don't know how to praise me. Although you are a favored one by the gods, you have committed such a murder. Even the temple cannot protect you. I originally wanted to

Give the temple some dignity, but now...die!"

Snapped.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A very familiar action.

Lin Beichen looked at Yu Wanlou on the side.

The reason was found.

This low-level pretense method turns out to be from the same origin.

Yu Wanlou laughed full of venom and said: "Haha, surnamed Lin, you were hit by Mr. Yu's sword just now, and you are as strong as your head. As long as Mr. Yu triggers it, you will definitely be..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped with a shocked look on his face.

Because Lin Beichen just stood there, not only did his head not explode, he didn't even show a trace of pain.

He suddenly remembered that when he used [True Dragon Purple Flame] to kill Lin Beichen with a snap of his fingers, he was like this, but there was no response.

The air suddenly became quiet again.

Mr. Yu was startled, with a look of surprise on his face, and said: "You can actually suppress my ice sword energy?"

Pressure on your sister.

Lin Beichen was speechless.

As expected, the master and the guard were both sent to reincarnate behind the back of a ghost.

"Come on, since you are so unrepentant, I will personally take action to help you."

Mr. Yu's face turned cold.

The chill is flowing.

Lines of hexagonal ice crystals visible to the naked eye suddenly condensed, swirling and flying around him like snowflakes.

Ice mysterious energy.

The arrogant woman next to her couldn't help but open her eyes wide when she saw this scene.

The ice-type profound energy at the master level of swordsmanship far surpasses her in understanding and mastering the power, so she can just learn to imitate it.

In addition, it was also very satisfying to watch Lin Beichen, a bastard, die in front of my eyes.

In Mr. Yu's eyes, murderous intent flashed, and he was about to take action.

At this time——

"etc."

Lin Beichen suddenly spoke.

Mr. Yu froze slightly and sneered: "What other last words do you have?"

But Yu Wanlou looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "Lin, are you afraid? Now even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, even if you smash your head and knock out the brains, I will not spare you... Mr. Yu,

Don’t kill him, I want to live!”

When he said this, the hatred and malice in his tone made even the proud woman feel terrified.

One can imagine how miserable Lin Beichen would be if he fell into the hands of Yu Wanlou alive.

Qianqian and Qianqian's faces turned pale after hearing this.

Lin Beichen laughed: "I don't know if I will knock out my brains, but you..."

Having said this, he raised his hand.

Snapped.

He also snapped his fingers.

"But you are dead."

The smile on Lin Beichen's face solidified little by little, turning into a fierce and undisguised murderous intent.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became tense.

Yu Wanlou's heart skipped a beat.

But when I sensed it carefully, no changes appeared.

Mr. Yu sneered and said: "You are trying to be mysterious, I..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Wow!

A ball of orange-red flame emerged from Yu Wanlou's body.

This scene happened without warning.

So much so that Yu Wanlou himself only reacted when he saw the flames flickering in front of him. He was startled, and when he looked down, he saw that the flames had spread to his hands, arms, chest, abdomen and legs...

To the whole body.

The flames are blazing.

At this time, a severe pain that could not be described in words was felt.

"I don't!"

In Yu Wanlou's mind, he subconsciously recalled the scene where the young nobles were instantly turned into ashes after being hit by Lin Beichen's flame power. The surging fear was like a flood.

He drowned.

He immediately let out a shrill, desperate roar.

He panicked and used the little power of [True Dragon Purple Flame] left in his body to resist.

But this only delayed the process of him being burned to ashes.

But the painful process of being burned by fire was directly prolonged.

The young prince was in severe pain, as if his soul was being burned by the flames of hell. After roaring a few times, his voice became completely hoarse and his whole body curled up and fell.

"Old Yu...save...save me."

He reached out and grabbed Yu Lao.

But Mr. Yu backed away like a snake or a scorpion.

"Imperial Dragon Flame?"

The sturdy old man roared in terror.

To be able to frighten a sword master so much shows how terrifying this rumored leader of the three strange fires is.

Lin Beichen was not sure whether his flame attribute was the real [Imperial Dragon Flame].

But whether it is black fire or white fire, if it can burn the enemy to death, it is a good fire.

"Ah, ah...it hurts..."

Yu Wanlou wailed, rolled on the ground, and struggled.

Suddenly, he jumped up suddenly, knelt directly to Lin Beichen, and shouted: "I was wrong, don't kill me... I... I don't want to die yet... I am still young... I am the little prince."

He kowtowed loudly.

As the flames burned, he almost knocked out his own brains.

Lin Beichen's face was expressionless.

"As I said before, I will give it to you again. Even if you knock out your brains, I will not let you go... Today, I will kill you."

He spoke every word authentically.

Yuwanlou has been completely engulfed in flames.

In despair, he turned to Mr. Yu and said, "Help...save...save..."

Mr. Yu's face changed in shock, and he did not dare to approach Yu Wanlou at all. He was afraid of being contaminated by the flames. With a thought in his heart, he simply rushed towards Lin Beichen. He was very fast, like a stream of light, and stabbed directly at Lin Beichen's eyebrows with his long sword, shouting loudly.

: "You little bastard, stop it quickly, or I will kill you!"

He wanted to surround Wei and rescue Zhao.

Lin Beichen sighed in his heart and was about to take action again.

But here -

call out!

A ray of sword light shot out from the distant night sky.

Just like when Mr. Yu rescued Yu Wanlou before, this sword light seemed extremely far away, but it arrived in an instant and contained terrifying power of destruction, piercing Mr. Yu's heart.

Even Mr. Yu was in a state of panic at this moment.

He no longer cared about Lin Beichen, but twisted his body abruptly, raised his hand, drew the sword in his hand, and slashed out with the sword.

Ding!

There was a slight sound of sword clanging.

But Mr. Yu's figure suddenly fell out as if struck by lightning.

"Who dares to touch my disciple?"

A familiar voice sounded.

Everyone in the private room felt their eyes were dazzled.

A thin old man in white robe suddenly appeared in front of Lin Beichen.

The appearance is average.

But the momentum is unparalleled.

It is Ding Sanshi.

It was also at this time that an infinitely vicious and shrill roar sounded, then slowly lengthened, and finally ended abruptly, drawing an abrupt but long ending.

The power of [True Dragon Purple Flame] is ultimately unmatched by the orange-red flame.

The little prince Yu Wanlou was so distracted that he fell to the ground and died completely.

Then a gust of wind blew.

Smoke and ashes drift away.

The most beloved grandson of King Hai'an disappeared from the world.

Not even ashes were left behind.

"Master, help me stop that old dog."

Lin Beichen shouted.

Ding Sanshi nodded and turned to look at Mr. Yu.

The latter suddenly felt that he was surrounded and locked by the terrifying murderous intention, and his body seemed to be carrying millions of kilograms of weight, and he did not dare to move at all.

Lin Beichen, on the other hand, went into action. With a few punches and a few bangs, he blasted the last few noble youths on the side and turned them into flames and ashes on the spot.

"No, no, no, don't kill me..."

The proud woman realized that death was coming, retreated in horror, and begged bitterly.

"You have a heart like a snake and a scorpion, and you are not a good person either. Die."

Lin Beichen's eyes were cold and full of murderous intent. Without any pause in his movements, he punched out again.

Orange-red flames surged wildly.

"ah……"

The arrogant woman swung her sword to block, but was directly punched away. The famous sword in her hand fell out, and her arm cracked and fractured. She was in mid-air, and the fire flashed and turned into a ball of flying ash.

Ding Sanshi's mouth twitched.

My disciple is so murderous.

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I overestimated myself, but Yu Wanlou and his team were basically wiped out. In order to fulfill my promise, I turned several young nobles who were going to give some lines into anonymous people and received the box lunch...

I feel my condition has improved a lot and I will continue tomorrow.


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