It was used as a spear by the Pope of the Temple of Feathers.
So, what about the bow?
Lin Beichen was curious to touch the body of Pope Yu Zhuyu again...
"enough."
An angry shout came from the white flying boat.
But Su Dingfang, [Aurora's No. 1 Marksman] couldn't bear it any longer and shouted: "Pope Lin, life and death are at stake in the battle in the ring, but you have already won, why do you still use such methods to insult our Temple of Feathers?"
Where is the pope’s body? This is not what your generation of popes should do.”
Lin Beichen looked at Su Dingfang.
Then he said slowly: "Idiot."
After saying that, he went to touch Yu Zhuyu’s body.
This giant silver arrow is so cool and made of good material. It doesn’t seem to be a mortal thing. So it must have a matching divine bow, right?
"Lin Beichen, you are going too far."
Even though Prince Yu was deep in thought, he couldn't help but drink loudly at this time.
Seeing the body of their own pope being manipulated like this, the other powerful men of the Aurora Empire felt blood rushing to their brains.
"kill him."
"Go together."
"Let's see how much strength he still has..."
On the white flying boat, dozens of strong men in armor were blinded by anger. They took action directly and rushed out desperately from the white flying boat. The bowstrings trembled continuously in mid-air, and countless flying arrows flew like arrows.
A gust of wind and rain hit Lin Beichen...
"don't want……"
Prince Yu exclaimed.
But it's too late.
"go back."
On Luo Xing Cliff, Lin Beichen didn't even raise his head.
The arrow, which contained the anger of the powerful man of Aurora Archery, immediately flew back obediently.
Puff puff puff~!
In mid-air, patches of blood mist rose.
The strong man who took action was instantly shot into powder by his own arrow, and his blood filled the void.
Instant kill.
with no doubt.
"Is it too much to bully someone?"
Lin Beichen, who did not find a matching divine bow in Yu Zhuoyu as expected, looked up a little disappointed, looked at the shocked and angry eyes of Prince Yu and others, and asked word by word: "When you marched south, you trampled on our Beihai
When you invade my land, capture my city in Beihai, kill my soldiers in Beihai, and insult my people in Beihai, have you ever thought about what it means to bully others too much?"
Facing Lin Beichen's questioning, Prince Yu suddenly felt inexplicably panicked.
He argued forcefully and said: "But... that's war, that's different..."
"Ah……"
Lin Beichen interrupted with a sneer and said: "War? According to you, as long as it is a war, killing and humiliation are justifiable, right? Then why haven't you Aurora people woke up yet? Today's battle at Luoxing Cliff,
Is it also a war?"
"This... is wrong, this is a martial arts contest, a battle between heaven and man..."
Prince Yu subconsciously wanted to argue forcefully.
"What? The killing you initiated is a war; the killing I initiated, isn't it a war?"
Lin Beichen held the mace and looked at the people on the white flying boat as if he was mentally retarded.
"Don't you think you are too hypocritical?"
"My friend Han Fulai, he is also a soldier, his father is a soldier, and his grandfather is also a soldier. They all died in this damn war that you call..."
"When they died, their bodies were trampled to pulp. Their ears were probably cut off and hung on the Aurora people's quivers as trophies. Their heads were cut off and piled up to become a temple to show off your military power.
…”
"You who claim to be butchers who come from a bitter cold land and have been with bows and arrows since childhood, are proud of being able to ride, shoot, and kill. When you are ruthlessly and bloody killings, have you ever thought about giving sacrifices to those in Beihai who are protecting your loved ones in your hometown?
Soldiers, a little respect?"
"Now, your people are injured, dead, and failed in the war, so you feel pain?"
"At this time, do you want the dignity of the deceased and the dignity of the strong?"
"Are you worthy?"
Lin Beichen was holding his big bloody stick, his eyes were cold as if they were carved bit by bit with millions of black ice.
During this time, he was in a very bad mood.
The capital city was destroyed, and many people I knew in the past were dead, such as Yuan Wenjun, and classmates from the Union...
The capital was taken back, and the woman who came to this world with the most physical intimacy died - of course, it could also be said to be asleep, which deepened his parting anxiety...
The empire was restored, but when he came to this world, his best gay friend could never come back. He must continue to fight where he died.
Bad emotions can accumulate.
What others saw was his heroic figure spreading his wings and soaring for nine heavens.
But no one noticed the small grievances and bad emotions accumulated in his heart.
Learning martial arts cannot save everyone.
The Beihai Empire is all mine!
Now, I need to vent.
So don't give me any more fucking bullshit.
Lin Beichen's mood became angry.
This kind of anger, like a contagious plague, was instantly felt by everyone on the white flying boat and the black Xuange.
At this moment, they all trembled.
Just like a group of goats and pigs lying on the ground facing a roaring tiger, they were trembling with fear, their arms were trembling, their faces were pale, and the bone-chilling cold current rushed from their tail vertebrae along their spines to the sky, trying to kill them.
It felt like his forehead was flying off.
They were silent.
They bowed their heads.
They dared not speak any more.
The aurora shoots three million, but you have to bow your head when you meet me.
"Win three out of five games, you are already defeated."
Lin Beichen took a long breath, sneered, and looked at Prince Yu.
The latter took a few steps back, his lips were dry, and his voice was even drier: "Yes, we lost, we..."
They have already lost this battle for national destiny.
Losing miserably.
A complete failure.
Throughout the entire process, there was no possibility of turning defeat into victory.
"But, the five rounds are not over yet..."
Lin Beichen interrupted directly.
His eyes were stern, without any
The concealed murderous intention seems to be the real thing.
The strong wind blew over Luoxing Cliff, and the clouds shattered.
Lin Beichen suddenly laughed again and said word by word: "I am a man of my word. If I say I will kill your whole family, I will definitely kill your whole family. If I say we will play five rounds, we will play five rounds and one less round."
It’s not even five rounds...there are two games left, which one of you will come?"
Prince Yu was stunned.
Everyone in the Aurora Empire was also stunned.
What's the meaning?
Two more games?
In other words, does this demon have to kill two more powerful men from the Aurora Empire before he is willing to do it?
The shadow of death instantly enveloped everyone on the white flying boat.
They never thought that one day, the powerful imperial army would be threatened by one man and one stick, but they had no way to fight back.
silence.
Accept the humiliation in silence.
In the humiliation, I can only continue to remain silent.
Lin Beichen held the big stick and looked up to the sky laughing: "Haha, hahaha, hahahaha..."
The laughter was like sharp arrows that shot into the heart of the Aurora man, who is known as the best shooter, and drew blood.
"I come."
A young Aurora Empire shooter's face turned red, he gritted his teeth and shouted, and strode out.
This is a very handsome young man.
The silver bright light armor of the Aurora Empire's [Shenshot Camp] was on his body, making him look exceptionally brilliant.
The helmet with arrows painted on the silver thread makes him look like the absolute hero in a legendary story.
He is young, brave, passionate and responsible.
It seems to condense all the beauty of Aurora people.
It's just a matter of death.
We also want the people of Beihai to know that the trembling sound of the long bow in the Aurora Land will never be silenced because of fear.
The young man forcibly dispelled the fear in his heart, mustered up all his courage, and stared at Lin Beichen firmly.
but--
"Are you worthy?"
Lin Beichen also stared at him and asked word for word.
With your identity, strength, and status, are you worthy of setting foot on Luo Xing Cliff and fighting me?
The young shooter's expression suddenly froze.
On his handsome face, blue veins protruded, and white air came out of his nostrils. He was as angry as a bull whose mate was suddenly snatched away during mating...
But in the end, the only remaining reason still told me: I’m not worthy.
I don't deserve to fight with the man on Luo Xing Cliff.
Just like fireflies are not worthy of competing with the bright sun.
This is no longer a question of death or death.
It's a matter of style and style.
Although he was about to explode with anger, he could only retreat slowly.
Maybe I will be qualified to fight this boy in the future.
But that's later.
not today.
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It's getting earlier and earlier. It feels like it won't be long before the fourth update. Good night everyone.
This chapter is 888, I wish you all a prosperous journey.