Chapter 907: 18CM off the ground

The blood mist burst.
　　 Bones splash.
　　 A celestial man with a third-level peak cultivation base, four martial arts masters, under Lin Beichen's big stick, was instantly turned into a slag.
　　 "Oh ha ha ha, I want...what's the use of this silver rod?"
　　 His backhand is another stick.
　　 The goal is exactly the head of the Tiandun Gate.
　　 The latter's complexion changed drastically. When he drew away and backed away, he urged profound art, and a jade-colored oval light shield appeared in front of him.
　　 The light patterns on it are flowing, the symbols of the black pattern flashing crazily, flowing out a mysterious and powerful aura, thick as a sacred mountain, and long as the sky, giving people an unbreakable and indestructible sense of power.
　　 "Xuanguang Tianshi."
　　 He drank.
　　 This is his celestial skill.
　　 Title [Tianshi Tianren] is based on this combat technique.
　　 Boom!
　　 The silver rod is drawn on the sky shield.
　　 Click.
　　 The sound of glass cracking sounded.
　　 White cracks emerged.
"what?"
　　The head of the Tiandun Gate has his eyes bulging.
　　 He did not expect his [Xuanguang Sky Shield] to completely block Lin Beichen's bombardment.
　　 But at least you can let go of your strength and use your strength to retreat, right?
　　 As a result, the strongest shield shattered instantly.
　　 Then I only felt that a powerful force of Mo Yu came surging, like the sky and the sea, instantly destroying the [Xuanguang Sky Shield], and then the destructive power directly submerged him...
　　 "Spare my life...ah."
　　 In the screaming screams, the head of the Sky Shield Gate, who is known for his defense, and the Sky Shield he is proud of, instantly turned into debris and powder and dissipated into the void.
　　 The several disciples standing behind the head of the Tiandun Gate were caught off guard and were swept by the silver rod, turning into a rain of blood and stumps.
　　 The power of one blow, terrifying.
　　 In a blink of an eye, the heads and followers of the two martial arts powers turned into dead souls.
　　 is like a giant stepping on an ant.
　　 is like a dragon raging rabbits.
　　 The leaders of other martial arts forces saw this scene, and they were so scared that their crotches were wet and their legs were soft.
　　 "Run."
　　 "This dog is fierce, not what we can resist and escape."
　　 "Mom..."
　　 In the loud voice, the martial arts leaders turned around and fled.
　　 This scene is too horrible, it is beyond the limit of their imagination.
　　 In their limited knowledge of martial arts, they never thought that there is such a cruel and terrifying existence in this world.
　　 Lin Beichen is not at all comparable to the power of mortals.
　　 What I said before was about teaming up against the enemy, and saying that the fish died and the net broke. Now it seems that it is really pitiful and outrageous.
　　咻咻咻!
　　 A group of figures broke through the void and fled outside.
　　But--
"go back."
　　 "Presumptuous, my master's pretense is not over yet, how dare you run?"
　　 "Hey, go back and get beaten up."
　　 "Squeak."
　　 Several voices sounded at the same time.
　　 The leaders of the martial arts forces who ran away, before they vacated the courtyard wall of the Juggernaut Academy, were intercepted by terrifying forces, and shook back to the courtyard, staggering to the ground with a look of horror on their faces.
　　 It turned out that Xiao Binggan, Qianqian, Qianqian and Guangjiang made the shot.
　　 They are only responsible for interception.
　　 is not responsible for killing.
　　 After all, this is the highlight moment for the young master.
　　 How can you compete with the young master?
　　 "Woo---Roar!"
　　 The little scum tiger lay on the rockery blocking the courtyard gate and roared up to the sky.
　　 "Wang Wu!"
　　 "Meow."
　　 Two strange sounds were mixed in with the roar of the tiger.
　　 are two mutated ice wolves, one to the left and one to the right, following his brother Xiaohuhu, roaring.
　　 Just this sound?
　　 Qianqian and Qianqian both slightly covered the large beads of sweat that appeared on their foreheads.
　　 It seems that he usually treats Xiao Er and Xiao San as puppies and kittens, but he still has sequelae, and it sounds strange.
　　 Boom boom boom!
　　The massacre continues.
　　 In a blink of an eye, twelve of the 13 leaders of the martial arts force died.
　　 No, to be precise, there should be twelve cracks.
There is still the last deputy head of the Liu Jianmen. On the surface, she looks like a woman in her 30s. She is still charming, wearing a tulle skirt, slender, with a beautiful face, holding a slender willow pattern in her hand. The sword, trembling.
　　 She looked at Lin Beichen in horror, stepped back, begging: "No, don't kill me, you can spoil me any way you want, don't kill me, I can be a slave..."
　　 This first-level titled Celestial Man, directly scared and lost his mind.
　　 This cannot be said that she is weak-willed.
　　Anyone who sees twelve companions whose strength is much higher than their own will be frightened mad when they are almost completely scummed in less than a cup of tea time, and their stumps and arms are scattered on the ground.
　　 Twelve Celestial level powerhouses.
　　 is not twelve pigs.
　　 The slaughterhouse does not kill pigs so fast.
　　 "Russ you?"
　　 Lin Beichen looked contemptuously: "Are you worthy? You are so old and ugly, you look so beautiful, you want to take advantage of my little fresh meat? Eat me a big stick."
　　 Boom!
　　 Sweep out with one stick.
"what……"
　　 Liu Jianmen's deputy head swung his sword to resist, and the sword broke and killed him.
　　 At the moment of dying, she came up with such a thought in dismay--
　　 Yes, yes, I was defeated. For a beautiful man like Lin Beichen, touching a finger of me is considered tainted and desecrated, right? I am not worthy, I am not worthy, I am really not worthy of being ruined by him!
　　 The thirteen martial arts leaders who came to see the excitement and invisible help, and their entourage, all fell down.
　　 In the front yard of the Sword Saint Courtyard, the stumps of limbs are all over the floor.
　　 The blood converges into a stream.
　　The yard became the Shura Slaughterhouse.
　　 ticking.
　　 The blood dripped down the silver spike.
　　 Lin Beichen grinned, showing neat and beautiful white teeth, looking at Song Qiuyu, who was trembling and stunned, and said: "It's your turn."
"you……"
　　 Song Qiuyu's voice is hoarse, her voice is difficult, and she has the courage to say: "You are too cruel, killing so many people, you are not afraid of retribution?"
　　 "Retribution?"
　　 Lin Beichen raised his hand to give himself a big back, and laughed: "I mean retribution."
　　 A sense of sight of the "Lao Tzu is the King Fa" villain.
　　 "You...you are not afraid of harming the heavens and peace, you are so cruel, so mean, so vicious, you..."
　　 Song Qiuyu was pale, trying to organize her language in vain.
　　 "Is it hurt? Cruel? Despicable? Vicious?"
Lin Beichen couldn't help but sneered, and said: "Come on, you come to ask them, who are cruel, despicable, vicious, and shameless people?" He pointed to those sword immortals who were already excited, excited, and burning with blood and were almost speechless. The white swordsmen of the courtyard.
　　The white swordsmen looked at Song Qiuyu.
　　 They did not speak.
　　 But the hateful eyes of the elder of the Sanhemen sect trembling with the hatred eyes that can't wait to eat them raw and slept at night.
　　 He regretted it.
　　噗通!
　　 Song Qiuyu directly knelt on the ground.
　　 "I was wrong, I admit it..."
　　 He banged his head and pleaded: "I am willing to do everything to remedy it, spare me, give me a chance, forgive me, forgive me..."
　　 Not long ago, the fourth-level pinnacle celestial person who had said to teach Lin Beichen a lesson, his face distorted by fear, and his begging face, seemed to be a different person.
　　 It turns out that the fourth-level celestial beings are also afraid.
　　The white-clothed swordsmen of the Sword Fairy Academy had a hint of contempt in their eyes.
　　 Tianren, it doesn’t seem to be that scary.
　　 The heart of their swordsman has been sublimated and baptized.
　　 Lin Beichen dragged the silver big stick 18cm off the ground.
　　 approached Song Qiuyu step by step.
　　 "Forgive you? That is what the Baiyun City Gate talents who have been persecuted by you are qualified to do."
　　 Without the slightest pity on his face, he said indifferently: "My task is to send you to see them."
　　 "You...I did it with you."
　　 Song Qiuyu knew that it was inevitable, and instantly urged all the innate profound energy in his body, agitated to the extreme, and his complexion was threw out lightning, wanting to die with Lin Beichen...
　　嘭!
　　 answered him with a silver stick.
　　 Song Qiuyu's brain burst, and his innate profound energy instantly diffused.
　　 His figure fell limply, completely losing all his vitality.
　　 Lin Beichen put away the silver big stick, and summoned a silver long sword, which pierced his heart.
　　 Close job.
　　 "Well, this big stick is easy to use, but it's too brutal and violent. It doesn't fit my image of a gentle, elegant and easy-going beautiful man. I still have to go to Master Shen Xiaoyan and cast a silver sword for me."
　　 He thought silently in his heart.
　　 "Light sauce, it's washing the floor."
　　 Lin Beichen turned around and said.
　　 "Squeak."
　　 Guangjiang started immediately.
　　 A set of assembly line program starts instantly.
　　 Shi Zhongsheng’s husband and wife, their daughters, and more than thirty white swordsmen in the Jianxian Academy, staring at Lin Beichen together, there was a stormy sea in their hearts, expressions of excitement, ecstasy in shock, and disbelief in ecstasy.
　　 seems to have seen the light of salvation.
　　 Ding Sanshi was also shocked.
　　 But the expression is very calm, an old man has long known it would be this expression.
　　 After all, the sea clan's son-in-law is very tolerant and especially able to dress.
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Ah, after writing a chapter, I feel refreshed.
Have a nice weekend, good morning, voter.