Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Lin Beichen could see clearly.

　　 This head is exactly Liang Yuandao.

　　 However, he was thinner than Liang Yuandao before—just a few, still fat and big ears.

　　 "Really transformed...Ada."

　　 Lin Beichen would not wait until the BOSS was completely completed, and he would straighten out one sword, two swords, three swords, and three purple-gold sword auras.

　　 嗤嗤嗤!

　　 The light of sword energy cut across Liang Yuandao's head without deviation.

　　 Three smooth sword marks appeared.

　　 The complete head was neatly cut into thirds and split apart.

　　 But in the next moment, it was like a liquid robot in the Terminator. Between the three fragments of the head, a line of meat stretched out, like dense tentacles, directly mending the gap...

　　 The head is finished again.

　　 Liang Yuandao even smiled at Lin Beichen, winking his eyes.

　　 "I'm gonna!"

　　 Lin Beichen sucked a bowl of Liangpi.

　　 Very terrifying recovery speed.

　　 This is no longer the ability possessed by the martial arts master realm, right?

　　 In the next instant, he realized that he thought of a nonsense.

　　 In this world, there is absolutely no martial arts master who can regenerate and come alive after being chopped into pure meat dumpling fillings.

　　 "Bold evildoer, I can tell at a glance that you are not human..."

　　 Lin Beichen shouted.

　　 At this time, Liang Yuandao's entire body floated out of the gushing blood pool, all over his body, dripping blood flowing down the folds of the fat pile.

　　 He lost weight.

　　 is probably from seven hundred and eighty catties to three hundred and sixty catties.

　　 Although he is still a disgusting fat man, he is definitely thinner.

　　 "I didn't expect it."

　　 Liang Yuan said, his voice became clearer, looked at Lin Beichen, and said: "I'm back again."

　　 Lin Beichen did not speak.

　　 His sword wing shook behind him, and then he moved quickly.

kill.

　　 I will not be with you.

　　 Mang is over.

　　 The sword light flickered.

　　 The figures are staggered.

　　 Lin Beichen clearly felt that Liang Yuandao's speed and strength had increased after the transformation.

　　 There is a strange power in this fat pig's body.

　　 That kind of power is not directly reflected in Liang Yuandao's combat effectiveness, but just a slight overflow will cause Lin Beichen's mind to produce an uncontrollable throb.

　　 噗嗤噗噗.

　　 The faint sound of the blade cutting meat sounded.

　　 The air is full of blood.

　　 Lin Beichen's figure is frozen in the air.

The purple-gold divine sword held in his hand, in the grooves of the ridge of the sword, there is a trace of blood like a bright red pearl, rolling down, dripping with the tip of the sword to the ground, and when the dust finally smashed into a pit, Splashes of subtle smoke invisible to the naked eye.

　　 A hundred meters away in the air, a line of blood appeared on Liang Yuandao's waist.

　　 Soon he broke off from his waist, and his upper body fell down like a loss of support. There was only a trace of flesh and blood on the back waist. The whole person was like a sliced ​​ham, folded and placed together.

　　 Such an injury that is almost cut in the waist is also extremely fatal to the martial arts master.

　　 But Liang Yuandao was obviously not dead.

　　 He supported the ground with his hands, his upper and lower body were level, his eyes were filled with **** light, and he said faintly: "It turns out to be like this, I understand, hehehe..."

　　 A line of granulation and fleshy silk, from the broken waist wound, spread out like tentacles, and soon the upper and lower parts of the body are quickly stitched.

　　 Liang Yuandao recovered almost within one or two breaths.

　　 There was not even a scar left between his waist and abdomen.

　　 "Hehe, come again."

　　 Liang Yuandao waved at the blood pool below.

　　 A white bone flew out from the inside, fell into his hand, and was held by him like a sword.

　　咻!

　　 Body shape flickers.

　　 Liang Yuandao took the initiative to launch an attack.

　　 The sword technique adopted was actually somewhat similar to Lin Beichen's sword one sword and two sword three.

　　 "Some people imitate my face, and others imitate my face... sword?"

　　 Lin Beichen was taken aback.

　　 This is a flagrant piracy.

shameless.

　　 He didn't dare to neglect.

　　 The two played against hundreds of moves in a row.

　　 Lin Beichen gradually discovered that his strongest sword move was no longer able to threaten Liang Yuandao.

　　 And Liang Yuandao's swordsmanship is getting more and more terrifying.

In the void, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, the sword light rises and disappears, and the two figures flicker and disappear, almost beyond the scope of the low-level martial arts master's gaze capture. Even the big gangsters are almost blinded. He opened his eyes desperately, wanting to see some of the mysteries of martial arts...

　　 "Ah, wonderful, really wonderful."

The head of Wan Jianliu is a middle-aged man who looks like he is in his early thirties, with a simple face, but his eyes are full of different lights at this time, and he keeps cheering loudly, saying: "I really didn't expect it, Lin Beichen's Swordsmanship cultivation level, it is shocking to reach this state... Hiss, this trick is so wonderful, it can only be expected to be unspeakable."

　　 Everyone around could not help being surprised.

The head of the Ten Thousand Jianliu, the legend is that the cultivation base of the seventh-level martial arts master level, in the category of great masters, is considered to be medium and low, today did not receive the order of the provincial governor, but ran to make up the number by himself, and the result can be seen. Know the profound meaning of the fight between the two powerhouses at this time?

　　 Did you hide your strength before?

　　 Everyone couldn't help but raise the appraisal of this honest and honest head of Wan Jianliu.

　　 "Brother, you can see their fight clearly?"

Next to 　　, Wan Jianliu's head teacher and sister asked with an admiring voice.

　　 The honest and honest head of Wan Jianliu did not change his expression. While applauding, he whispered in secret, "I didn't see clearly."

"then you……"

"Oh, brother, I pretended that I was finally able to participate in this kind of event. Naturally, I had to work hard to blend into this atmosphere. If I didn't say a word or looked at a loss, wouldn't it appear that I was frustrated? Lose us Wan Jianliu's face."

　　 Junior Sister Wan Jianliu heard the words, and the black line on her forehead was suddenly covered.

　　 She was finally 100% sure: She, the head-in-chief brother who sometimes had head cramps, should be Lin Beichen's fellow traveler with the little white face and brain.

In the sky.

　　The battle continues.

　　 Lin Beichen succeeded in swordsmanship several times.

　　 But Liang Yuandao’s healing ability is amazing.

　　 Even if it is a split body injury, it can be recovered in a blink of an eye.

　　 Fighting like this is endless.

　　 Even a true man like Lin Beichen, who has been bullying others with his horrible and persistent output power like Baidu, is almost overwhelming.

　　 At the beginning, Master Lin, who had mastered the water system [Water Ring Technique], was living and consuming countless opponents, never expected that one day, he would be ‘returned by others’.

　　 Retribution.

　　 He was cruel, and ate half a bottle of An Muxi [Dali Wan] desperately, and then directly turned on [Reverse Blood and Qi Madness Tactics].

　　 Boom!

　　 The invisible strength and coercion burst out instantly centered on Lin Beichen.

"kill."

　　He re-emerged the Zijin Excalibur.

　　咻咻咻!

　　 "Sword Eight."

　　 Lin Beichen displayed the strongest sword skill he has mastered.

　　 Group combat skills.

　　 Sword Qi broke through the air.

　　 A purple-gold sword line, spreading a net in the sky.

　　 staggered stature.

　　 The collision of sword and bone.

　　 The next moment, the battle ended.

　　The long white bones were split smoothly and staggered and fell to the ground.

Liang Yuandao stiffened in the void. In the next instant, criss-crossed blood lines appeared on his body, and his whole person was like a broken building block, transformed into geometric pieces of uniform size but different shapes. , Fell from the sky, and fell into the blood pool below.

　　 Lin Beichen breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 He covered his right chest with one hand.

　　 There is a short bone pierced into the chest cavity.

　　 The blood spilled little by little.

　　 was injured after all.