Chapter 421 (1/2)

There was a dead silence around the challenge arena.

Lin Beichen's shot, in other people's eyes, is a strange one handed sword seal to Jiang Ziliu.

Then there was a thunder.

One arm of Jiang Ziliu turned into blood foam and disappeared.

What kind of Kendo is it?

It's horrible.

No one understood.

Including Zhu Bishi and Ding Sanshi, two great masters of kendo.

I can't understand what happened.

”Poof...”

Lin Beichen to his fingers, gently blow a breath.

Blowing the muzzle, of course.

But in other people's eyes, it is blowing the index finger.

”Sorry, I'm lying...”

I'm on the wrong set.

Lin Beichen was so immersed that he almost let slip.

He quickly changed the topic and said: ”I've been merciful for this blow. I didn't aim at your head... Xiaojiang, surrender. You can keep silent, but every word you say will be... Bah, I mean, you'd better not make mistakes.”

What's going on?

How to get the pistol, the soul of Zhonger burns uncontrollably.

Can't help but go to the wrong set?

opposite side.

The shock on Jiang Ziliu's face gradually dissipated.

He took a look at his missing left arm.

There was not much sadness.

On the contrary, he was quite curious about the blow just now.

”Did you hit my left arm because I held the sword in my right hand and didn't want to abolish me?”

He asked with a smile.

”Bah.”

Lin Beichen hummed coldly: ”don't be so sentimental. It's just because I used my magic for the first time that I missed.”

Jiang Ziliu said with a smile, ”what's the name of that sword just now?”

He looks at Lin Beichen, can smile unexpectedly.

All ears pricked up.

Because we all want to know the name of that move.

Lin Beichen thought about it and said, ”my move just now is called... Er, thunder.”

Although there was no collapse, the sound of the gun was loud, just like thunder.

No problem.

”Thunderbolt eight?”

Jiang Ziliu nodded: ”it's a strange name. It sounds like thunder. It's a shock. It's a real name. What's the meaning of eight?”

Lin Beichen:???

You're a fuckin 'brain wreck.

Can't you hear such an obvious modal particle?

”Don't try to be cute if you can't beat it.”

Lin Beichen is mad: ”I don't eat this one.”

Jiang Ziliu's body swayed slightly and his forehead was covered with sweat. He continued to smile and said, ”I want to know how many times you can use such a powerful Kendo skill?”

Lin Beichen's face changed.

He understood the meaning in a flash.

”Don't make trouble. If I do it again, you will be dead.”

Lin Beichen is very serious.

Jiang Ziliu laughed and said: ”before, I didn't kill you while your sword was broken. Just now you didn't hit me on the head. We're even. Next, don't keep your hand. I won't keep my hand any more. We live and die. Let's rely on our abilities.”

He held the ink sword in his right hand.

The wound on the left shoulder has stopped bleeding.

He was full of sword Qi.

Compared with the previous momentum, it did not drop at all.

”You are looking for death.”

Lin Beichen's look became cold.

Is there no bullet in my gun?

Then

His palm, once again clenched [snow Eagle], injected Xuanqi.

He was the only one who could see the snow silver body of the gun, the ancient complex veins shining silver again, and a new Xuanqi bullet was rapidly generated in the gun.

Whew!

Jiang Ziliu's body moves again.

It's very fast.

The Void

Among them, a remnant was left.

However——

”If you didn't get hurt, there might be a chance, but now...”

Lin Beichen directly started the ”ultimate moment” of the ”Eagle and swallow flying” body method, supplemented by the ”stealing fragrance and jade step”, and his mental power spread out like a radar, avoiding the first sword of Jiang Ziliu.

And then when Jiang Ziliu stabbed his second sword

Bang!

Lin Beichen pulls the trigger.

Snow Eagles spew silver fire snakes again.

scored twice.

A mist of blood filled the air.

The dark ink sword is surging in the air.

Jiang Ziliu's body shape, such as being heavily addicted, flies backwards.

His right arm, too, disappeared.

The broken white clothes are stained with blood.

Like a picture of wintersweet blooming in winter snow.

There was a trace of pain on his face, but he still stubbornly urged Xuanqi. In the process of flying backward, he drew an arc, opened his mouth and bit the handle of the falling ink sword

to ground.

stand firm.

Straight as a javelin.

Immobility is like a mountain.

Tick, tick.

It's blood dripping from the wound of the broken arm.

Eyes burning bright.

War is still on.

Lin Beichen's body shape, also under the recoil effect of [snow Eagle], flies backward four or five meters.

Fortunately, this time, he had experience.

So it's not as awkward as it was when you first fired a pistol.

The landing is stable.

Looking up, Lin Beichen's face changed.

Feeling the fighting spirit still burning on the opposite river, his expression suddenly became angry.