Chapter 102: Eastern War

"Pooh."
Lin Lin Beichen interrupted directly: "You are such a clever waste, you don't deserve to be known by my name, watch the sword!"
He shot directly.
Who knows your name rarely?
There is an iron law in the pretense of pretending to be in the world: two people who are also committed to pretending to be compelled, and only the winner is entitled to say his name.
He is still shooting [Sword of the Moon].
Bluebird sword in his hands, blooming a continuous blue cold mang.
The essence of [Shooting Moon Sword Technique] is on a shooting character.
Each sword stabbed like a strong bow.
Huh!
The sound of breaking through the air is endless.
For a moment, Lin Beichen stabbed the seven swords in the form of [Yueyue Bow].
The young man in purple clothes only felt that the cold mang in front of him was like a star falling, and in a hurry, he could only use a sword to resist.
Ding Ding Ding Ding!
The rapid metal clashes blew.
Only after the third impact, the boy in purple felt only a cold on his wrist, and then the pain came, and the sword could no longer be held.
Huh!
The sound of piercing flesh sounded again.
Yin Yinhong's blood splattered.
"what……"
The sword in the hands of the young man in purple clothes fell to the ground and screamed.
The spasms on his right wrist were also broken, and blood poured from the slit of his left finger protecting his wrist.
哦 "Oh, it's still vulnerable."
Gao Lin Beichen closed his sword: "It's not worthy to let me know your name, go away."
强度 The strength of his mystery reached martial arts realm.
But because he has not yet awakened the mystic attributes, it can only be regarded as a 'puppet martial arts realm'.
However, because his physical strength is terrible, if the two are superimposed, the actual battle is only higher than the first-level martial artist.
This purple boy is stronger than Xiahou Chong, reaching the tenth level of martial arts realm, but he is still not the enemy of Lin Beichen.
I heard Lin Beichen's words, his whole body trembled, his teeth almost bitten.
A well-known prodigal in the city, who speculatively stood out in the qualifiers, thought he was a clown jumper, but did not expect to have such a strong strength.
The teenagers in the desolate pavilion were also a little embarrassed at this time.
Even if they are slow, they have realized that Lin Beichen's strength is more horrible than he thought.
Xia Hou Chong was defeated by a sword. Fortunately, after all, he just entered the tenth level of the samurai realm.
But his brother Xia Houang, but the real tenth-level peak of the samurai realm.
I was still defeated by Lin Beichen in one move.
Is this scum strength already a samurai realm?
That's not right.
Sunda has never awakened from the Xuanqi attribute clearly. Xuanqi has no outside color and cannot be a martial arts realm.
For a while, their judgment on Lin Beichen's strength was a little elusive, and he was secretly shocked.
来 "Come on, weren't you very arrogant just now?"
Chen Lin Beichen hooked his fingers and said, "Get out and pick up the sword."
"Too arrogant."
"Can't help it."
"Look at the sword."
After all, juveniles are teenagers.
A few figures came out of the gazebo, each shot, the sword light flickered, and Lin Beichen was taken straight.
"Good job."
Gao Lin Beichen laughed, and "Flying in the Clouds" showed his identity.
The figure is like a feather flying in the clouds, flickering, flickering left and right, flickering up and down, floating and fluctuating, the rhythm is difficult to capture.
At the same time, the blue bird sword in his hand continued to pierce with the method of "shot moon sword".
Huh!
The sword's tip pierced the air, making a howling sound.
Every sword stabbed, there was a teenager, flying out in pain.
In the blink of an eye, five or six teenagers shot their hands, covering their wrists, abandoning their swords and backing away, and blood spilled from their fingers.
"Hey, this is the genius who claims to be the young generation of Yunmeng City. My weakness makes me urgency."
Yuan Lin Beichen closed his sword and shook his head.
Are the so-called test-sword appointments tonight, those who received invitations from other juvenile kendo geniuses are all these goods?
The genius in Yunmeng City really couldn't take it.
The teenagers were shy and angry, but unable to refute.
The strength of Beilin Beichen can only be truly felt when he is really facing him.
The erratic posture and the strange sword style made them too late to fight. Basically, just five or six people joined forces to siege, but in the face of a few, they all lost.
The gap between the two sides is like a condemnation.
"Who else?"
Gao Lin Beichen drank.
In the desolate pavilion, several other teenagers who had not yet shot, looking at Winow, extinguished their intention of forcing ahead. Cao Potian gently placed the white jade wine glass on the table, saying gently: "A notorious puppet, who can proudly test the night of the sword, is really ... brother, you brought it today These so-called geniuses don't seem to work well. "
Sitting next to him, the only young boy in bright yellow brocade with considerable court resistance, smiled, and said, "My little brothers, I am very arrogant on weekdays. I have warned them that there is a sky outside, there are people outside, but they also I just listened to it, I didn't care about it, and I felt that I was too careful about being a big brother. "
When the Ming Ming yellow soaked boy said this, Xia Houchong, Xia Hou Ang and other defeated teenagers all looked down, ashamed.
"Someone asked me brothers today to take pride, but it was a good thing."
The boy in the bright yellow brocade gave Cao Potian's white jade wine glass, poured a glass of wine, and then poured a glass into the glass in front of himself, saying: "Daze of Yunmeng City has a strong taste, and the entrance is like fire , The endless strength, the best will stimulate the will of the swordsman, brother Cao, please wait, I will come and go. "
He said, he got up and came outside the gazebo.
"Thank you for educating my brothers for me."
He arched at Lin Beichen and said, "However, you still lose. My name is called the Oriental War. You remember this name, because in the rest of your life, these three words will be chased by you. , Insurmountable goals. "
He slowly reached out his hand.
A young boy next to him, handed a sword.
A very ordinary sword.
Using this sword, it shows that the Eastern Warfare has confidence in its own strength.
Long sword out of the sheath.
"I give you a chance, you shoot first."
Dongfang Zhan smiled lightly.
Bei Lin Chen also laughed.
逼 This force is a few times stronger than Xia Houchong and others.
However, in pretense, Lin Beichen has not been afraid of anyone in the young generation.
"Look at the sword."
Gao Lin Beichen shot directly.
Bluebird sword pierced, is still [shot moon sword method].
The sword blade was broken, like a siege crossbow, containing huge power, which caused the blade to come to the air on both sides and rolled away, forming a swirl of airflow visible to the naked eye.
"haha okay."
The Eastern War was still, and when the blue bird's sword was about to stab itself, the sword in his hand trembled suddenly, with a humming sound, imagining a silver bright sword light, stabbed on the blue bird's blade Lin Beichen opened the sword.
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