Chapter 10: Lin, have something to say

Lying down.
This dog thing.
He also said he was loyal.
Wasn't it good to discuss it before?
If someone encounters a problem, he will act as a master guard, bluffing these naive students who have not been beaten by the society. At that time, the dog thing patted his breast and vowed arbitrarily, let alone a master, even if he was beaten , Must also be blocked by Lin Beichen.
Results now?
This dog thing slipped?
I'm so angry.
Su Lin Beichen was suddenly at a loss.
This bitch?
真的 Is it really a sword fight?
Although last night, he was directly proficient in [Basic Sword Techniques], but he was a game otaku after all. He had no fighting experience. As a civilized man in a society ruled by law, he did n’t mentally do well. Preparation of the blade.
There was a gloat of laughter around me.
"Yes, let's drill down."
钻 "Drill in, and lick the dust off all of our boots."
"Fuck, what are you looking at? Come on."
"Little animals, hurry up."
"Do you think you are still the little prince in Zhantianhoufu?"
The academy who came with Feng Lun had been well-intentioned, and immediately cooperated, shouting and yelling loudly in various humiliating languages.
仑 Feng Lun was proud when he saw this.
He decided to go one step further, so he rushed out and pointed out the long sword at the waist, pointing at Lin Beichen, and said, "Little bastard, your father is a deserter, and you are even more of a bastard. If it is not school discipline, you are not allowed to kill. I am today Already put you ... "
The voice did not fall.
Sudden change suddenly started.
Huh!
A white sword flashed.
Ding!
仑 Feng Lun had a flower in his eyes, but felt that his wrist was shaken, half of his arms were sore, and the sword in his hand flew out.
Huh!
Another flash of white sword light.
Hit him cold.
时 When looking down.
The silver sword tip has pierced the clothing on the chest and penetrated into the muscles lightly, a touch of redness, running along the blade, seeping out of the clothing, rendering it as if it is a slowly blooming red Flowers ...
The hilt of the long sword is being held in ...
Lin Lin Beichen's hands? !!
So, just now ...
what happened?
I……
Defeat?
I was defeated by Lin Beichen?
This prodigal boy, he ...
I have such terrible strength? Feng Lun's heart suddenly shuddered uncontrollably.
He looked at Lin Beichen blankly.
Lin Beichen was even more absurd than Feng Lun.
Recession?
What just happened?
He was also aggressive.
However, this aggressive expression fell into Feng Lun's eyes, which was frightened, and it was another feeling—
The expression was cold without feeling, as if it were a cold-blooded killer, especially those eyes, no focus at all, empty, like any life, it seems that in such eyes, everyone else is already a dead body same.
Terrible.
Terror.
Lin Beichen in this state is almost like a cold-blooded gold medal killer who has killed countless people.
I hostile to such a person?
"Lin ... classmate, don't ... have something ... say it well ..."
Feng Lun's mentality suddenly collapsed.
What goddess, what gives everything for love ...
I was all thrown out of the clouds.
I live alive, the most important thing.
腿 His legs are soft and he wants to kneel down for mercy.
But dare not move.
Because there is a sword in his chest.
Xun Sheng was afraid that if he moved, Lin Beichen would cause misunderstanding. The sword in his hand, slightly forwarded an inch, could pierce his heart and kill him.
The people around me were also stunned.
Especially those students who had just been gloated over the stone, the expressions on their faces were completely frozen.
what's the situation?
Feng Lun is a third-level warrior.
Although it is only the third level, it is also a real level three.
I was even caught in the ninth class of the second grade. No, it should have been hit by the crane of the whole second grade and instantly hit?
No one just saw clearly what combat skills Lin Beichen was using.
Because it's too fast.
Gao Lin Beichen shot too fast.
He is like a flash of lightning.
学员 All the trainees felt that there was a flower in front of them. When they reacted, Lin Beichen's sword was poked on Feng Lun's chest.
实力 What is this strength?
"Lin ... Lin Beichen, you must not be impulsive ..."
"Murder is prohibited in the college ..."
"Student Lin, stop quickly, have something to say."
Several of Feng Lun's little friends were also scared and stupid, and did not dare to approach, panic and stagnant pleading, for fear that Lin Beichen was really impulsive and slaughtered Feng Lun, and the college held them accountable. blame.
what?
You bet Lin Beichen dare not kill?
Please!败 This prodigal boy is a brain disabled.
A brain attack, what can't he do?
The hearts of all the onlookers are hanging in their throats.
Then, at the same time, the horror maker Lin Beichen finally slowly reveled.
Uh?
Just now ...
It seems that when Feng Lun flicked his sword, his body felt a certain kind of threat, and suddenly became completely uncontrolled. The body responded directly without the command of the brain.
Draw a sword and fight back.
Burst, puncture, puncture ...
That seems to be ...
[Basic Sword Skills]
Condyle means to advance to the opponent's side with the fastest speed in the shortest time.
Breaking means breaking the opponent's defense with the most reasonable, most effective, and most labor-saving angle and intensity.
Stinging refers to using simple, most direct and deadly methods to assassinate and defeat opponents.
This break is a puncture, which is the core mystery of the [Basic Sword Techniques].
Seems simple, but it is extremely difficult.
In fact, in battle, if you stick to the form blindly, the trick is dead, there will be no threat.
The so-called use of magic, with all one's heart, you need to practice these three hits thousands of times, directly into the body's instinct, and use it flexibly in battle to achieve the maximum effect.
Lin Beichen shot just now, breaking the enemy, as quickly as Bai Ku passing the gap.
This is his body, which has formed an instinct.
The show was very powerful and terrible.
Wu Yuan surpassed Lin Beichen's own expectations.
"I'm a mom, it's too domineering to practice mobile apps, right?"
Lin Lin Beichen was ecstatic.
If you said that you had mastered [Basic Sword Techniques] for three consecutive nights, it was only a preliminary entry into the room. At this moment, it is definitely at the point where you can come.
三 The power of these three swords is beyond his imagination.
Xi is Feng Lun, a third-level junior warrior, who also looks like a weak chicken and is vulnerable.
So, did you underestimate [Basic Swords and Fitness Sanlian] or did you underestimate the training power of mobile apps?
one way or another……
Amazing!
"Is there something to say?"
Zhe Lin Beichen laughed on the spot: "But when I talked well and talked about it just now, someone seemed to have no appreciation. Now my sword is angry, but you want to receive it in turn?"
"Yes, yes, love, love, absolute love."
仑 Feng Lun smiled, and my heart was lingering.
Brother Xi, don't laugh.
一 When you smile, your hands shake, and your hands shake your sword.
This sword is still stabbed in my flesh.