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Chapter 709 Chinese Technique

Lin Beichen, who was in the battle, saw this scene and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, this is what you should do as the second most powerful person in this scene."

He praised Lou Shangguan.

When the white-haired owl ghost old man saw this, he was shocked and angry.

How could this young man be so distracted?

"kill."

The black stick turned into a sword shadow that filled the sky, spreading down layer by layer.

Lin Beichen waved his sword to block it.

Clang Clang Clang.

The concussive roar of swords and staffs clashing resounded throughout the world.

If such a battle scene were in an anime, then the funds for battle special effects would definitely be burning like crazy at this time, and ordinary small companies would definitely go bankrupt in an instant.

On the surrounding valley slopes, there were waves of snow rolling again.

It seems like there is another avalanche.

"Retreat to higher ground."

Feixue made a quick decision and made a choice.

Everyone in the camp reacted very quickly and evacuated quickly, trying to stay as far away from the battlefield of the two heavenly beings as possible to avoid being affected.

Especially Wang Zhong, who can run faster than a dog.

As the second representative of force value among the decent characters in this episode, Lou Shangguan's performance is very loyal.

He is trying his best to protect everyone.

After finally retreating to a safe distance, when he looked up again, a turbulent wave arose in Loushanguan's heart.

Because he discovered that in the battlefield, Lin Beichen actually suppressed the white-haired owl ghost Lao Tianren.

"Why does a young man who has just become a heavenly being have such strong fighting power?"

Although he had seen the information and photos of Lin Beichen killing the demon Liang Yuandao, Loushanguan was still shocked.

Because the fighting pressure exuded by the white-haired owl ghost in front of him is at least the level of a second-level celestial being.

Can a second-level heavenly being really not be able to defeat a first-level heavenly being?

Very ridiculous.

But this is true.

Loushanguan suddenly remembered what the white-haired owl ghost had said before.

What on earth is that so-called red star stone pendant?

How could this mysterious heavenly being pay so much attention?

The subtext of the white-haired owl directly pointed out that the reason for Lin Beichen's ascent in cultivation was related to the missing former imperial war god Lin Jinnan.

Could it be that in this world, it is still possible for man-made people to become gods quickly?

Impossible.

Loushanguan instantly rejected this inference.

As a master of martial arts at the pinnacle, he has been stuck on the threshold of promotion for who knows how many years.

I fully understand the horror of the realm between heaven and man.

Only gods can achieve heavenly beings.

He looked up at the battle in the sky, felt the fluctuations of innate profound energy coming from the battlefield, and understood it carefully.

For a strong man of his level, it is of great benefit to observe the life-and-death fight between heaven and humans at such a close distance.

boom!

Another bombardment.

"puff……"

The white-haired owl ghost old man finally broke through his defense, and was so shocked by the sword light that he spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards.

But the silver sword in Lin Beichen's hand was shattered instantly.

Make a decision.

Lin Beichen occupies an absolute advantage.

"It's a pity that ordinary swords cannot fully withstand my power... Alas, the Purple Lightning Divine Sword cannot be retrieved from the network disk, which is embarrassing."

Lin Beichen casually changed to a new silver sword.

Without hesitation, he slashed out with his sword.

Three of Swords.

Assault, close up, thrust out.

Done in one go.

The white clothes left a silver arc in the air.

The young man with a handsome face, the aura of this sword, is like banishing an immortal to the dust.

laugh!

The sword light pierced the body of the white-haired owl ghost old man.

But in the next moment, the latter's body dissipated like a ball of smoke.

phantom?

Lin Beichen was shocked.

There was a vague energy fluctuation coming from behind.

Lin Beichen slashed out with his backhand sword without even thinking about it.

Seven of Swords.

Wall of Sword Wind.

Dozens of drops of blood were blocked by the wind wall and failed to hit Lin Beichen's body.

A hundred meters away, the real body of the white-haired owl ghost old man showed a strange color on his face with folds like orange peel.

At this time, what kind of swordsmanship can actually block his own technique?

However, after a brief induction, a strange sneer appeared on the white-haired owl ghost's face: "Is it the innate profound energy of the gold system? Haha, the killing power is indeed amazing, but... it's over."

Lin Beichen held his sword across his chest and said curiously: "What's the end? Is that clone just now your heavenly skill?"

The real and fake clones directly deceived his perception, and it was definitely not an ordinary star-level combat skill.

The white-haired owl ghost didn't answer.

He was panting violently, and his chest made a weird sound like an old bellows, rising and falling violently.

Part of the blood sprayed out before was blocked by Lin Beichen's wall of sword wind, while the other part shone with a strange red light, floating in the air around him, flowing slowly, as if it was spread on the tip of an invisible pen.

Generally, strange lines are drawn in the air.

These bloody lines look like the art of mysterious patterns, but they are a little different.

Lin Beichen held his sword and observed carefully.

The pattern is a combination of words and lines, becoming independent rectangular bodies. The illusion floats around the body of the white-haired owl ghost, and sometimes the red light shines brightly, like a burning torch...

This made Lin Beichen look familiar.

He instantly thought of the ghost-suppressing talismans drawn by Taoist priests from Maoshan in previous lives using yellow paper and cinnabar.

"The talisman is a curse talisman. Young Master Lin, be careful..."

After seeing this scene, Lou Shangguan seemed to understand something and reminded him loudly.

Talismans?

what is that?

Lin Beichen was confused when he suddenly felt a strange burning sensation in his right hand holding the sword.

When I looked down, I was suddenly surprised.

It turns out that I don't know when, a bright red rash appeared on the back of my hand, like an outbreak of urticaria, which was rapidly expanding.

That was a drop of the opponent's blood stained during the battle just now.

When did this happen?

Lin Beichen didn't notice it before.

Hit the trick.

He reacted immediately.

opposite.

The white-haired owl ghost had a sarcastic expression on his face. He stood up with his staff in the void in front of him. The black staff fixed a piece of heaven and earth. The fingers of his hands opened and closed like a phantom, forming seals continuously.

As the seal changes, the energy in the four directions of the world is continuously extracted and gathered in this blood line talisman.

The bloodline talisman is a coquettish red masterpiece.

Accompanied by this, the 'urticaria' erythema on the back of Lin Beichen's hands suddenly erupted with severe burning pain, and soon began to sweep towards his wrists, forearms and other places like a water halo.

"Is this a talisman?"

Lin Beichen was quite surprised.

Another kind of power outside of the Xuanqi Martial Arts system?

Or is it an advanced branch of Xuanwen?

"Young Master, he is a formation master. He should not be underestimated. Don't fall for the trap..."

The extremely nervous reminder from Loushan Pass came through the air.

Lin Beichen sighed.

The child is starving and milk is coming.

Why didn't you remind me earlier?

"late."

The white-haired owl ghost finished his work. Looking at Lin Beichen's right arm as red as blood, even the silver sword in his hand melted into molten steel in an instant, and he let out a violent laugh.

His figure broke through the air, and in a flash of light, he was in front of Lin Beichen, and struck Lin Beichen's Tianling Cap with his stick.

"Kill you and torture your soul. What Lin Jinnan left behind will become clear to you when you come."

The white-haired owl ghost's eyes were cruel and impatient.

However

Bang!

Lin Beichen, who should have been in severe pain and calmed by the talisman, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the black staff with a flick of his wrist.

A terrible counter-shock force came, and the white-haired owl ghost instantly heard the sound of bones cracking and shattering in his hands holding the black staff.

This is impossible?

He has clearly fallen into the trap.

Once the spell is caught, even a heavenly being with a level beyond one cannot break the spell so quickly.

In the midst of great horror, the white-haired owl ghost instantly activated his talisman to get out of the dangerous distance.

But Lin Beichen was already on guard and strangled his neck with his other hand.

There was a flash of silver light.

Different from Lin Beichen's previous battle, the power of the innate profound energy of the metal system poured into the white-haired owl ghost's body instantly.

The spell he had just accumulated was instantly dispelled.

At this moment, he understood why Lin Beichen was not restrained by his own technique.

It turns out that there is another kind of innate profound energy in his body.

Innate profound energy that can restrain magic power.

Too careless.


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