The anger of being oppressed and slaughtered was finally ignited and burning at this moment.
Even the ignorant children were infected by their parents and shouted "fight hard" loudly.
"You...sins are unforgivable."
Bishop Rong's cruel and cold voice came down from high in the sky.
Clang Clang Clang Clang!
The Hai Clan army at the foot of the mountain struck their weapons against their armor, making a metallic sound.
This sound is full of killing intent, a prelude to death and killing.
Tap tap tap tap!
The sound of neat footsteps was like the roar of a world-destroying evil wave.
Pairs of sea tribe armies, like moving steel and skeletal city walls, slowly moved forward.
It's like the god of death is coming towards you with suffocating oppression.
"Young Master Lin, what should we do?"
Wu Fenggu's calves were weak and her legs were shaking constantly.
Looks of fear and panic inevitably appeared on the faces of many Yunmeng people.
They are ordinary people after all.
Even a strong martial artist will inevitably feel fear when faced with the shadow of death.
"last chance……"
Bishop Rong was like teasing a hunter trapped in a cage, his voice became agitated again: "Submit, or die."
There was silence on Xiaoxi Mountain.
"Submit to your uncle."
Lin Beichen smiled.
He looked at the faces around him that were full of trust and expectation for him, and said: "Come, men, women, old and young, come with me, let us move in unison, compare our lives, compare our sex with old women...
…”
Then he raised his middle finger to the sky.
This action is the universal body language of the plane.
The meaning is simple and crude.
I don't know who laughed.
Then more than 10,000 people turned to the sky and raised their middle fingers.
At this moment, Lin Beichen even wanted to fly into the sky to take a look.
This scene must be very spectacular.
The laughter grew louder and louder.
The fear that enveloped the crowd seemed to be dispersed all of a sudden.
Yes.
Laughter always brings courage and optimism.
"Stupid and mean."
Bishop Rong stood on the head of the giant dragon, his face as gloomy as water.
In her long life, she had indeed never seen such a scene.
More than 10,000 people gave her the middle finger.
She felt hugely insulted.
"You will pay the most painful price for your stupid choices." She raised her arms high and was about to lower them slowly.
The giant cyan dragon under his feet was also brewing a terrifying ice storm within its body.
Blue cold current slowly spit out from its nostrils.
Its mouth, which was like a pool of blood, slowly opened.
A flash of blue light emerged between its throat.
As a green dragon with a lifespan of five hundred years, it is born with cruelty and violence. It enjoys the fearful expressions of its opponents every time it breathes ice, and the beautiful scene of ice sculptures all over the ground after the killing.
That is simply a masterpiece of art from God.
And it thinks that it is God.
One day, it will make those who restrain it and step on its head pay the price.
At this moment, it can only wait for instructions obediently and quietly.
However, Bishop Rong's arm did not fall down in the end.
On Xiaoxi Mountain below, a milky white light emerged from Lin Beichen's body.
He slowly floated into the air.
Immediately, a pair of huge white swords opened behind him.
The dazzling divine power flows.
A kind of coercion that frightened both her and the giant cyan dragon beneath her feet slowly filled the air.
"You can actually draw on the divine power of the Lord of Swords?"
Bishop Rong looked shocked: "This is impossible."
She had seen the video of the battle between Lin Beichen and Heilang Wuya, and also knew that Lin Beichen had inspired the divine power of the Sword Lord once, but the final judgment was that the full moon Qinghui Great Bright Sword contained the power
Divine power.
But now, the Great Sword of Light has been destroyed.
Where did Lin Beichen get his supernatural power?
"Do you still have an oracle artifact in your hand?"
Bishop Rong quickly reacted and made a judgment.
Lin Beichen put his hands on his hips and smiled triumphantly: "Haha, I didn't expect that. You should withdraw your troops now and let us leave here before it's too late. Don't force me to make bigger moves."
There were scratches on the ground. When Liu Qihai saw this scene, he couldn't help but draw another black line on his forehead.
Come again, come again.
Young Master Lin can't avoid this style.
Even in such a time of life and death.
But at this moment, the nearly 10,000 other Yunmeng people on Xiaoxi Mountain were burning with fighting spirit and hope for survival.
They didn't know that the radiance of divine power shining all over Lin Beichen's body at this time was not given by the master of the sword, but actually came from the power of faith in their bodies.
The more they trust Lin Beichen and become more enthusiastic, the stronger the power that blooms from Lin Beichen's body becomes.
Especially Lin Beichen's casual and arrogant expression and language made Yunmengren even more excited and convinced that this young man must have a way to solve the predicament at hand.
The faith became stronger as a result.
Lin Beichen's divine power continues to rise and rise.
The surprised expression on Bishop Rong's face flashed away, and then he sneered.
"This little bit of divine power is not enough to change anything. If you gather the people of Yunmeng together and declare your departure with only this confidence, then I can only say that you are too naive."
When Lin Beichen heard this, he rubbed his eyebrows with his middle finger.
"Do you believe it or not, I just need to make one action, and the next moment, you will kneel down to me in the sky and let me take whatever I want?"
His attitude was frivolous and authentic.
"Even if the master of the sword comes in his true form, it will still be impossible."
Bishop Rong looked at Lin Beichen who was slowly floating with his sword wings stretched out, with a sneer of disdain on his face, and said: "Everything in the world of the human race in Beihai Digou that you have brought to bear is like garbage on the roadside to us, the sea race."
Same, not worth mentioning."
Lin Beichen laughed.
Smiling happily.
Smiling very proudly.
The laugh was so heartbreaking.
"Yeah?"
He asked back, then slowly raised something in his hand.
A small yellow starfish.
Glittering with a faint shimmer.
When the wind blows, there will be a faint sound of tidal waves.
"Does the rubbish you are talking about also include this thing?"
Lin Beichen asked calmly.
At this moment, Bishop Rong's cold and superior expression completely froze.
Her eyes burst out with an unbelievable look of shock.
Even the two tentacles on her forehead and the two strange and small pupils at the tips of the tentacles suddenly became stiff.
"This is impossible……"
She exclaimed in surprise.
Lin Beichen looked at him with a half-smile and said, "Kneel down."
"How could you have..."
Bishop Rong could not believe his eyes.
"I said……"
Lin Beichen said word for word: "Kneel down--!!!"
The light of the little starfish in the hand increases.
A strange coercion spread.
There seemed to be huge waves rolling between heaven and earth.
Bishop Rong knelt down involuntarily.
Thousands of meters away.
High in the sky.
Standing next to Prince Yu and a figure shrouded in light white mist, Yu Keer had a look of surprise on her face: "What is that?"
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The original drawings of Mu Xinyue’s characters were released on the public account [Crazy Knife in Troubled Times]. Many book friends said it was so beautiful that they couldn’t bear to be blackened and wanted a harem... Haha, brothers, please go and follow it and take a look. I will follow up
Let’s sort out the original paintings of Chief Priest Qin.