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.
Eyes burning brightly.
The fighting spirit is still there.
Lin Beichen's figure also flew upside down four to five meters under the recoil of [Snowy Eagle].
Fortunately, this time, he had experience.
So it's not as embarrassing as the first time I masturbated.
Land firmly.
When he looked up, Lin Beichen's expression changed.
Feeling the fighting spirit still burning in Jiang Ziliu opposite him, his expression suddenly became angry.
An uncontrollable anger.
Scoring twice had already consumed two-thirds of his profound energy.
The most you can do is fire one more shot.
"If you want to die, I will help you."
He looked at Jiang Ziliu, who was approaching slowly step by step with a sword in his mouth, and said angrily: "Don't be ignorant, just because you arrested my friend, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and forced me to sign a life and death certificate, I can
I will kill you ten thousand times without any psychological burden."
A flash of furious murderous intent overflowed on Lin Beichen's face.
As soon as he thought of the urban management team members who died in the abandoned warehouse of the Hai Clan, as well as the broken-arm Gong Gong, the killing intent in his heart could not help but boil.
If it weren't for Jiang Ziliu's face, his always gentle posture, and a feeling that even Lin Beichen couldn't understand, which made people unable to have murderous intentions, he would have shot him directly in the head with the first shot.
Jiang Ziliu's footsteps suddenly stopped.
His handsome face, which looked a little pale due to blood loss and pain, suddenly showed a look of astonishment and surprise.
This kind of shock was even worse than when he saw his own arm being beaten into powder.
He shook his head slightly.
Clang!
The ink sword flew out and stuck on the ground.
"Kill innocent people indiscriminately? Kill your friends?"
Jiang Ziliu frowned and said, "You didn't make a mistake. I have never done anything like this."
Lin Beichen was stunned.
Not this piece of shit?
Almost instantly, he believed Jiang Ziliu's words.
Because at this time, Jiang Ziliu had no reason to lie.
Moreover, Jiang Ziliu said that he only lied to women.
I am not a woman.
So……
[Yin Yang Scholar] Mo Weimian and [Yan Shi Mei Xing] Lin Meiyin, as well as several black warriors, where did they come from?
At this moment, Lin Beichen suddenly felt that when he was running around in red underwear that day, he seemed to have overlooked something important.
But at this time, there was a loud noise and people's voices around the arena.
Because there was so much information revealed in the conversation between the two.
Especially Lin Beichen’s words, ‘Catch my friends and kill innocent people indiscriminately’.
All of a sudden, like a bolt of lightning, it passed through the minds of Ding Sanshi and others.
It also made them understand why Lin Beichen had to sign the "Life and Death Agreement" silently.
shape】.
It turns out he wasn’t seeking death.
But I was really forced into helplessness.
At the thought of this, Ding Sanshi and others' anger suddenly burst out.
"mean."
Ding Sanshi looked at Zhu Bishi.
Zhu Bishi was silent.
When Jiang Ziliu looked over on the stage, Zhu Bishi took a deep breath and shook his head.
Jiang Ziliu withdrew his gaze.
Amidst the scolding, he looked at Lin Beichen and said, "We did not do this, but I will definitely give you an explanation."
Lin Beichen suddenly laughed.
Don't know why, he just wants to laugh.
Happiness from the heart.
"Bah, give me an account? You bitch, get out of here. If you don't stop the bleeding and heal your injuries quickly, you will have to give an account here."
Lin Beichen cursed.
Jiang Ziliu nodded, placed his left foot on the ground, and a burst of mysterious energy exploded, knocking the black ink sword stuck on the ground into the air, and landed impartially in the sword box behind him.
"I lost."
Jiang Ziliu said solemnly: "My life is yours. After I give you an explanation, you can kill or behead me as you please."
After saying that, he exerted his strength with both feet and jumped down from the ring.
"Fourth..."
Zhu Bishi rushed forward.
Jiang Ziliu smiled at Zhu Bishi.
The next moment, his figure swayed, a strange flush appeared on his face, his consciousness dissipated, and then he fell down softly.
"Fourth, hold on."
Zhu Bishi hugged Jiang Ziliu's remnant body, with a nervous look on his face. He immediately used his Xuan Qi to investigate the situation, and found that it was indeed physical damage that caused the coma, and not other reasons that were difficult to control. He breathed a sigh of relief.
How could things develop like this?
Zhu Bishi felt incredible.
Hard to understand.
He looked up at the young man in the ring, whose green shirt was stained with blood, with a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
This playboy's life should have come to an end today.
The fourth child would lose. This was something he never dreamed of.
Now, there is a flaw in the plan.
How to make up for it?
call out!
A sound of sword chanting penetrated the heaven and earth.
In the crowd, the figure of [Wandering Divine Sword] Qu Chuxiao was like a startled giant, he suddenly pulled it up, and the long sword at his waist was unsheathed, like an annihilating light at dawn, slashing straight at Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen, who was no longer protected by the ring shield formation, was like a small overnight sampan in the huge waves of the ocean, about to be swallowed up by the sudden attack of the sword.
Ding Sanshi, Ye Weiyang and others, who were still immersed in the joy of Lin Beichen's miraculously turning defeat into victory, reacted too late.
It was too late for help.
At the critical moment——
"enough."
A cold voice came from the direction of the distant mountains of the temple.
Ding!
Invisible divine power rippled, like a light curtain, guarding one meter in front of Lin Beichen.
boom!
Qu Chuxiao struck the light screen with his sword, and after a slight pause, he felt an overwhelming force coming from him. It instantly made half of his body numb, and his whole body was knocked upside down and fell to the ground.
A mouthful of blood immediately rushed to my throat.
He pressed on.
A look of horror appeared on Qu Chuxiao's face.
"Who is..."
He opened his mouth to drink.
But the words just came out——
Bang!
A thunderous sound exploded over the arena.
At the same time, his head exploded and turned into a moist blood mist that dispersed in the air.
"call……"
On the ring, Lin Beichen blew gently at the muzzle of the [Snowy Eagle].
"I said, I will kill you."
He looked at Qu Chuxiao's headless body, which was slowly falling, and said, "Now, you should believe it."
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No, it was too long yesterday, and it’s really wilting today.