Chapter 918: Seize the sword and anti-kill

He suddenly understood why Master Shen Xiaoyan didn't want to cast swords for people casually.
　　Because of this kind of sword casting, it is a bit of a waste of arms.
　　 Even if it is Avalokitesvara Avalokitesvara, if this goes on, he will have to become a one-armed Luohan.
　　 The scent of garlic mud lamb's blood floats in the air, making people suddenly have an appetite.
　　 The blood drenched the entire three-legged ears and three-flanked seal caster furnace with redness, and then weirdly infiltrated into the furnace, like a sponge absorbing blood.
Eh?
　　 Isn't this an evil way to forge a sword?
　　[笔趣阁www.boquge.xyz] does not need to drink human blood every day to nourish the sword, right?
　　 Lin Beichen began to diverge.
　　 "Master..."
　　 The disciples all rushed over and held onto Shen Xiaoyan, who had lost a pale face.
　　 Shen Xiaoyan shook his head to signal that he was okay, took a few quick breaths, and his state gradually stabilized.
He smiled, looked at Lin Beichen, and said: "This is the last sword I practiced. From then on, I no longer practice swords. I don’t need this'black iron arm.' Refining this virtue, accumulating the meaning of a lifetime refining tool, and all injecting it into this sword furnace, when the furnace cracks, it is the opportunity for the sword to become successful, and the arm is broken and the furnace is cracked. "
Yes.
　　 My arm is broken.
　　 The sword furnace will also be destroyed.
　　 A refiner who lost the arm of the refiner and the furnace for the sword was also completely abolished.
　　 From now on, no one will look for him to cast a sword.
　　 "So, you haven't made a sword for 30 years, just for the sword today?"
　　 Lin Beichen asked.
　　 Shen Xiaoyan nodded, her expression a bit excited and a little excited.
　　His gaze stared at the slightly vibrating sword furnace, and said: "As soon as this sword is out, I have no regrets for making swords in my life."
　　 The voice fell.
　　 Click, click, click.
　　 White cracks appeared on the three-legged, two-ear, three-yan Yin seal cast furnace.
　　 spreads rapidly like a vine that is soaring.
　　 is like a broken egg shell, as if something is about to break out of the shell.
　　 Countless eyes focused on the sword road.
　　 Shen Xiaoyan said: "Go, your sword, inside."
　　 Lin Beichen walked towards Jianlu step by step.
　　 He stretched out his hand and gently tapped on the outer wall of the broken sword furnace.
　　Duang~~~
　　 The sword furnace made a crisp sound.
　　 Then there was a crash, and the outer wall broke and fell apart.
　　 A touch of silver flashes.
　　 In the internal space of the sword furnace, bright silver lights flickered.
　　 It can be vaguely seen that a sword-shaped weapon is floating up and down in the light group.
　　My sword.
　　 Lin Beichen moved in his heart and raised his hand to grab the hilt.
at this time--
　　咻咻咻!
　　 Several streamers flickered.
　　 In the hall, several people who had been prepared for a long time suddenly broke out into trouble, as fast as ghosts, some were attacking and killing Lin Beichen, and some were rushing towards the silver sword that was about to be released, division of labor and cooperation.
　　 Seize the sword.　The long-planned capture of the sword.
"Be careful……"
　　 Hu Mei'er reminded loudly that it was too late to stop her.
　　 And at this time, two shadows float around.
　　 Qianqian and Qianqian shot.
　　 The two vase characters in the eyes of everyone, at this moment, showed a powerful force far beyond imagination.
　　 The shadows flicker.
　　 The two came first, intercepting the person who shot the sword.
　　 "Smelly girl, get out."
　　The person who was blocked was furious, and the sword appeared like a poisonous snake, scrolling half a step of the heavenly-level profound energy fluctuations, the sword light was approaching the extreme, and he assassinated mercilessly.
　　 Boom!
　　 Qianqian blasted out with a punch.
　　 This punch hit the spine of the sword.
　　 The sword is broken.
　　 then fell on the arm of the man holding the sword.
　　 his arm burst.
　　 finally blasted on the chest of this half-step heavenly man.
　　 The terrifying punch directly volleyed and exploded it.
　　The blood mist flies away.
　　 A second kill, a second becomes a slag.
　　 On the other side, Qianqian grabbed his palm in the void and summoned a portable sword.
　　 It was a gorgeous silver rapier that looked like a jewellery toy for ladies.
　　 Qianqian's wrist flicked.
　　 The two half-step celestial beings, a first-class celestial being, flew out in an instant, the chest and abdomen were already riddled with holes, full of dense sword holes...
"what……"
　　 They roared sharply, they didn't know when they hit the sword.
　　 Blood spurted out of the sword hole uncontrollably, like three humanoid sprayers.
　　 was barely standing on the ground, but couldn't control the blood spray, and finally staggered and fell down in despair.
　　 Death, fall.
　　 Compared with Qianqian's wild and domineering, Qianqian's lightness and disillusioning lethality are not inferior.
　　 Boom!
　　 Qianqian made three more punches.
　　 Boxing is as strong as a dragon.
　　 Transparent fist prints burst out from the slender jade hand, swelled and enlarged in mid-air, bombarding the bodies of three first-degree celestial beings, and suddenly three deadly and beautiful death blood flowers bloomed in midair.
　　 The others were stunned.
　　 No one thought that such a thing would happen.
The two little maids around Lin Beichen are beautiful like fairies. Combined with the various rumors about Lin Beichen's lust, I thought that these two charming girls are not as good as the sword servant behind Shen Xiaoyan. They are two very beautiful. The vase only plays a decorative role...
Now it seems?
　　 Vase?
Do not.
　　 Death rose.
　　 The petals refer to the coming of death.
　　 In a blink of an eye, the number of Celestial-level powerhouses who died in the hands of two little maids because they took their swords has reached a full eight.
　　 are all well-known strong men with names and surnames.
　　 Including a second-level devas.
In the hall on the first floor of the Seven-Star Jujian Building, the fragrant and sweet smell of blood is permeated. Drops of fine and dense blood beads on the ground and tabletop move slightly under the sunlight, reflecting the color that is almost indistinguishable by ordinary human eyes. Light, these blood beads converge under the action of gravity, and the scene looks a little frightening.
　　 The people in the hall have all retreated outside the building.
　　 includes the three masters and apprentices of "Wenxiang Sword Mansion".
　　 "They are... so amazing?"
　　 There are sparks in Hu Meier's eyes.
　　 Her sense of superiority as a disciple of the top martial arts force was hit hard at this moment.
　　 Because she is not an opponent of either of the two maids.
　　 "Who is coming?"
　　 Qianqian waved her fist arrogantly.
　　 There were still people who wanted to grab the sword, but at this time they also put out all the flukes and buried their heads.
　　At this time
"I come."
　　 A cold sneer sounded a hundred meters away.
　　 In the next instant, a sword light swept across the void.
"go back."
　　 Qianqian's silver rapier swayed the sky full of stars.
Ding!
　　 A faint metal symphony sounded.
　　The silver rapier broke.
　　 Qianqian's figure flew upside down.
　　 A ray of sword light followed like a shadow, and continued to attack and kill.
　　 "Sister, be careful..."
　　 Qianqian exclaimed and blasted out with a full punch, attacking the person who shot.
　　 Ding Ding Ding!
　　 Boom!
　　 Qianqian's arms were dripping with blood, and she flew out.
　　 "Dead."
　　 The gloomy sneer with the endless killing intent, separated two sword lights, and attacked Qianqian and Qianqian respectively.
　　 This is to kill everything.
　　The fight between the electric light and the stone fire has been recognized. The person who shot is tall, more than two meters, covered with white hair, and has a face like a wild ape. He is a white-haired and armored swordsman.
　　 A strong man who exudes a terrifying and sharp sword intent.
　　 is stronger than the one who died in the hands of "Old Qi" before.
　　 Seeing that the two little maids were in crisis, Yan Ruyu's heart moved, and the sword was in his palm.
　　 But when she was about to save people, Lin Beichen made it.
　　, Lin Beichen, who had been standing on the game stage, holding the bright silver sword, seemed to spend a little time tame and master the new sword, so that his reaction was a little slow and lost.
　　咻!
　　 In the void, silver light flashed.
Ding!
　　 The first sword smashed the sword light that hit the two little maids.
　　 The silver light flashed again.
　　 The second sword tore through the layers of the sword curtain and body guard sword energy in front of the white-haired and armored swordsman.
　　 Silver light flashed three times.
　　 The third sword, the head of the white-haired, leather-clad swordsman is soaring into the sky...
　　 These three swords are almost at their extreme, and they are almost completed at the same time.
　　 From the beginning to the end, there was no sound of weapons hitting, and no sound of sword breaking.
　　 It is like the surface of the lake with silence.
　　The battle is over.
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The second is even more.