These words, like a heavy hammer, struck hard on the hearts of several black-clad soldiers one by one, making their hearts beat wildly.
Of course I do.
How could I not recognize him?
After today, Lin Beichen's name will probably shock the entire empire.
After all, with a single [One-Handed Sword Seal], Jiang Ziliu's arms and Qu Chuxiao's head were blown off in a flash of lightning, leaving two renowned martial arts masters dead and crippled.
Such achievements are enough to attract attention.
Once a warrior reaches the master level, he can also be regarded as a person.
The grandmaster-level powerhouse of the Beihai Empire is said to be too much, but not too much.
They can definitely be regarded as a group of figures at the top of the imperial pyramid of martial arts.
Lin Beichen's performance on the exchange competition stage has shocked everyone.
"Master Lin, please go back the way you came."
The leader of the black-armored warriors looked stern but his tone was not so strong. He said: "In seven days, Qiancao Temple will attack the temple to test the gods. Yunmeng Temple has been blocked and no one can enter. We are also following orders."
"By whose orders?"
Lin Beichen asked curiously.
The black-armored warrior hesitated slightly and said, "Sir Ying Wuji."
"he?"
Lin Beichen was really surprised and couldn't help but praise: "He is from the Police Department of Fengyu Province, and he actually assisted Qiancao Province to attack the temple in his own province? Tsk, tsk, tsk, this ass can sit on it enough
Crooked.”
The leader of the black-armored warriors said: "My lord, you just want to avoid hurting innocent people."
"Injury to innocent people?"
Lin Beichen smiled sarcastically.
The leader of the black-armored warriors turned harder and urged: "It's useless to talk more. Master Lin, please go back the way you came."
Lin Beichen smiled.
He vaguely felt that in the dense forest around the mountain road, masked by the sound of rain, there were already a lot of martial arts auras quietly hiding in the dark, vaguely surrounding him.
You can even hear the mechanical sound of the bowstring being slowly stretched.
That was the sound of a crossbow being strung up.
It is conceivable that there may be dozens of crossbow arrows in the dark at this time, glowing with a cold light in the rain, aiming at him.
"You may not know something."
Lin Beichen slowly put away the umbrella and placed it on the roadside.
He grinned and said, "I am also a member of the Yunmeng Temple."
The words were not spoken yet.
Suddenly, there was a silver sword in his hand.
A sword thrust out.
Sword One.
The sword flashed.
The leader of the black-armored warriors on the opposite side froze instantly.
Lin Beichen's figure disappeared from the place like a ghost.
The sword light flashed four times in a row.
Four silver rays of light flashed away in the twilight rain.
The long swords in the hands of the other four black-armored warriors can also be regarded as martial artist-level masters. However, just as they had time to pull out a finger, their bodies suddenly froze and stopped for an instant, as if someone had tapped an acupoint and cast a immobilization technique.
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In the white rain curtain, you can see that the chests of the five people gradually glowed with a faint blood color, which grew bigger and bigger, and finally dyed half of their chests red, and then they slowly fell down.
The sword energy had already penetrated their hearts.
The power of Jian Yi is simply not something that a third or fourth level martial artist like this can withstand.
Boom boom boom boom!
The sound of bow strings trembling sounded from the dense forests on both sides.
In an instant, hundreds of armor-piercing crossbow arrows were fired toward Lin Beichen's position like locusts cutting through the rain curtain.
Lin Beichen grinned.
Knees slightly bent.
boom!
On the ground of the mountain road, a pit with a diameter of three to four meters suddenly collapsed.
In the center of the depression are two clear footprints.
The cracks on the ground were like spider webs, spreading densely into the pits.
Lin Beichen's figure had already rushed into the dense forest on the right like a tiger with wings thanks to the force of the counter-shock.
Take, take, take!
Only then did the sharp crossbow arrows hit deeply into the broken earth and rocks.
In the dense forest beside the mountain road, several low muffled calls were heard.
Quick and quiet.
Deathly quiet.
At this time, from the dense forest on the other side of the mountain road, forty black-armored warriors carrying crossbows and swords rushed out. They were agile and they were all martial arts masters. They moved extremely fast and rushed towards the dense forest on the right.
.
Apparently he was going to support his accomplices on the other side.
But only halfway through the rush, his steps stopped instantly.
Because Lin Beichen, dressed in a green shirt, had already walked out of the dense forest with a silver sword in hand, as if strolling in a court.
The blue shirt was caught in the rain and was completely soaked.
But he didn't look embarrassed at all.
On the contrary, the figure is even more elongated, and the proportions of the limbs and the torso are perfect.
"If you are left here for seven days, you will definitely be helping the evildoers again."
Lin Beichen smiled.
Swing the sword aggressively.
In the white rain curtain, the silver sword light suddenly appeared and disappeared.
Lin Beichen's figure was like a bolt of lightning, flashing back and forth several times in the crowd of opponents. There was not even a sound of swords clashing. In less than three breaths, the sword was sheathed with a clang.
He picked up the umbrella on the ground and opened it again.
Walk forward slowly.
"Hey, when will I be able to be like my master, with my profound energy spreading out to block the rain, and walking through the pouring rain without even a drop of water touching me?"
He sighed sadly.
A scene like that is really pretentious enough.
It's not like now, as long as you use your mysterious energy, you'll have to run naked in an instant.
The sound of rain is getting louder and louder.
There was also rolling thunder roaring low in the sky.
When Lin Beichen's figure disappeared into the mountain road in the distance, the black-armored warriors standing frozen in the mountain road slowly fell down.
On the chest, between the throat or between the eyebrows...
A little faint halo of blood spread softly on these parts of the corpses, and soon dyed the rain around them red, outlining small red streams on the half-ruined mountain road, until the blood in these corpses completely flowed out.
Dry!
There was no trace of the smell of blood in the air.
The cold rain washed over the earth, taking everything with it.
Kill ten people in one step.
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Lin Beichen came to the temple.
The clear and melodious singing sound came from the depths of the hall.
The female priests, ranging in age from fifteen to sixteen, seventy-eight years old, dressed in pure white priestly robes, lined up neatly, kneeling in front of the statue under the crown of the Lord of Swords, chanting Shinto classics devoutly.
"Let the sword of light plow through the turbid darkness, and the dawn will eventually come..."
"When darkness falls, you can only be saved by wielding your sword!"
The clear, holy and solemn atmosphere echoed inside and outside the hall.
Beautiful like a moving 3D rendering animation.
Lin Beichen stood at the door of the hall, waiting for his wet clothes to be dried by his body temperature.
He can name most of the female priests in the temple.
During the past days when he studied Shinto classics with Chief Priest Qin, he had a lot of contact with these innocent girls.
When he was with them, Lin Beichen would have a carefree feeling like he was back in his previous life as a student.
This feeling is completely unavailable in the Third Junior College.
They are still just innocent girls, but they have to undergo the test of "attacking the temple to test the gods".
How cruel.
Once the Yunmeng Temple is lost, what fate will happen to them, who are defined as 'god-bearers'?
It will definitely be more terrifying than death.
Lin Beichen was thinking blankly at the door.
There were footsteps behind me.
A familiar, light body fragrance that is getting colder on rainy days comes.
Lin Beichen already knew who was coming.
He turned around.
Sure enough, I saw the beautiful face of Chief Priest Qin, who brought disaster to the country and the city, and was unparalleled in beauty.
"You came?"
Chief Priest Qin's face remained as usual, and he handed over a moon-white velvet cloak and said, "Have you not mastered the flame profound energy yet? It can't stop the rain."
ah.
Lin Beichen's heart suddenly felt warm.
When she saw me wet, she handed over my clothes like a gentle wife.
Sister Qin is caring about me.
ah.
He took the cloak.
Sister Qin, I am willing to die for the third time with all my energy for you.
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