Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

But the next moment, everyone's smiles suddenly solidified.

The hidden weapons that fired like electricity all shot on Lin Beichen's face, but not even a single hair of his hair was shot.

The hidden weapon, which was enough to kill the emperor in an instant, stabbed Lin Beichen's facial skin at the sharpest point, but dented a little, and then was directly bounced off by the facial skin.

What?

(?Д?)ノ?

Very thick-skinned.

Is there such a "cheeky" person in the world?

The eyes of the two who fired the hidden weapons almost stared out.

They used their best hidden weapon. They didn't know how many people they killed or how many strong people they sent on the road. In the process, it was not that no one blocked their hidden weapon.

But there has never been a single person who used the method of standing still and simply relying on the face to bounce off their attacks.

At this moment, the giant man who had turned into a bald bear was already rushing forward like a wild lightning.

His two claws rubbed sparks in the air due to high-speed movement, tearing the void barrier into white cracks, like the sharpest weapon in the world, hitting Lin Beichen with a left and right blow on the temple.

Even a piece of imperial gold would have to be smashed into tatters in an instant.

Sure enough, there was a sound of cracking bones in the air.

But the next moment, it was the tragic howl of a bald bear.

Because his pair of bear claws shattered directly.

The two claws who didn't know **** the high-level star-ranked powerhouse smashed on Lin Beichen's temple, just like rotten wood smashed on gold and iron.

"Roar."

The bald bear's eyes were scarlet, he lowered his head, and slammed his huge head heavily towards Lin Beichen's forehead.

Why is his head bald?

Because of practice.

What kind of gong do you practice?

[One Broken Xingyue] Secret technique.

It is equivalent to the low martial arts iron head skill.

Because the density of the head is too high and the strength is too strong, even if he is transformed, hair will not grow on his head.

Once upon a time, the bald head of the bald bear was invincible, it smashed imperial weapons, smashed stars, and killed Xing Zun.

His head is stronger and stronger than his claws.

This is his lore.

He was confident that he could smash Li Shaofei's head into pieces in an instant—or at least make him dizzy and incapacitated.

But the ideal is full, and the reality is cruel.

Ten thousandths of a second later, the bald bear discovered something that made him desperate.

The opponent's head is harder than his.

Click.

It was as if the watermelon had hit the iron ball heavily.

The bald bear's head opened at once, and the skull was instantly torn apart, and the 'flesh' inside shot out directly.

And the terrifying power of concussion directly affected his body along the broken head, and then took pride in it. After the transformation, it was comparable to the huge body of the prehistoric relict, which directly shook like a porcelain, and appeared One after another crack, and then quickly collapsed.

In a moment of distraction, the bald bear sent out a soul torture that made him die—

"Li Shaofei's head is so hard, why isn't he bald?"

Then, his body completely collapsed.

The soul body flew out and fled backwards in panic.

But with the existence of the [Soul Lamp], how could it be possible to escape?

The green brilliance shone down.

The soul body of the bald bear involuntarily floated towards the blue lamp, shrinking continuously, and was finally imprisoned in the lampshade, struggling desperately.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe who painted with dragons and snakes finally ended his painting.

"In the painting, I am the master... the sky is on fire."

He waved the paintbrush in his hand.

On the picture scroll there is a pattern of raging fire, the figure in the burning words.

At the same time, in front of Lin Beichen, a terrifying sky fire appeared out of nowhere, almost burning through the space, surrounded him in the middle, and frantically burned.

"Um?"

Lin Beichen was surprised: "Interesting."

This kind of secret art of hurting people is really eye-catching.

But this level of flame can't pose any substantial threat to him at all, and even his hair can't be scorched and bent a little bit.

"Is there any other means?"

Lin Beichen looked at the middle-aged scribe excitedly.

The middle-aged scribe only felt his scalp tingle.

It was the first time he saw someone who suffered from his own forbidden technique attack, not only did not show an expression of pain and mourning, but a look of enjoyment on his face.

Li Shaofei's expression seemed to be saying, "Strength, please."

"The world in the painting, I am the master... The thunder strikes."

The middle-aged scribe waved his pen again.

One after another, world-destroying thunders appeared in the picture scroll, and they kept slashing towards the head of the person in the picture.

What followed was that in reality, above Lin Beichen's head, there were also purple thunderbolts, which contained the aura of calamity, and slashed mercilessly.

Crack boom.

Lei Ting kept slashing on top of Lin Beichen's head.

Its power is terrifying.

"What a powerful force."

Lin Beichen also sighed and said, "It actually messed up my hair."

He was surprised.

At the same time, the power of thunder and lightning kept hitting his head, making him feel really refreshed, as if he had been massaged by a blind man, feeling crisp and refreshed.

"what?"

The middle-aged scribe was shocked.

It was the first time he saw that his secret technique would be so ineffective.

"Stop him."

The middle-aged scribe drank, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the scroll, and the brush in his hand danced wildly.

The surrounding killer kings forcibly suppressed the fear in their hearts, joined forces again, each exerted their strongest means, and frantically attacked Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen threw his punches at will and kept throwing them.

Bang bang bang.

blood mist

One punch, one killer.

The two sides are not of the same order of magnitude at all.

This time, it is a new ancestral clone that has been transformed by the [Magic Camera]. It is not too easy to deal with these emperors and stars. The power of a casual punch can instantly kill them.

One after another, the soul bodies fled wildly, but they couldn't escape the azure light, so they were directly sucked by the [Soul-Inducing Lamp] and imprisoned.

"You're done."

The middle-aged scribe suddenly shouted.

He also didn't know what he did on the scroll, and then suddenly grabbed the scroll with both hands and tore it apart.

Kaka.

Stab.

In the strange sound, the surrounding space where Lin Beichen was located was torn to shreds like a piece of paper, the fire slurry poured into the sky, ghosts floated in the ground, and the torn void was flickering frantically like swords and swords...

All kinds of terrifying destructive energy completely annihilated the space within ten meters around him.

Oh?

Lin Beichen understood again.

The attack of the middle-aged scribe is very strange. By tearing apart the scroll, he can directly destroy the space where the enemy is in reality together with the enemy.

A very unsolvable mystery.

The only downside is that…

"Your strength is too weak to exert the true power of this secret technique... I'll bring you here."

Lin Beichen raised his hand.

Ling Kong directly took the paintbrush from the middle-aged scribe's hand.

He has already seen that the reason why the middle-aged scribe can perform this magical secret technique is because of this pen.

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There was a positive screening test in the community, so it was blocked... I spent the whole morning in nucleic acid, trying to find a way to buy vegetables and stock up.

In the last chapter, a brother was asking, please answer, this is the second child, and there are still more than ten days to the due date. As a result, it is now sealed and my head hurts.

Finally, I wish my eight million female readers a Happy Goddess Day.