Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Lin Beichen went over and patted the shoulder of the'old man', comforted him in the softest tone, and said, "You cry a few."

　　 Ling Junxuan gave him a glance.

Lin Beichen said again: "Man, my wife chased after running away. What's the point of crying? Brother told you, there used to be a guy named Dong Yong who was on the broken bridge in Hangzhou. I arrived at a fairy named Zhinv..."

　　 He recounted the traditional Chinese story about picking up girls.

After listening, Ling Junxuan blinked, wiped his saliva, and said indignantly: "This Dong Yong is too rascal. He even peeped at the princess to take a bath, and even the Tibetan girl's clothes forced her to marry. This kind of behavior is not taken by gentlemen It’s not a pity for this kind of person to die. Don’t be met by me. If I meet him that day, I must ask him for advice and experience in picking up girls."

　　 Lin Beichen: (￣ェ￣;).

　　The sudden show, snapped Lao Tzu's waist.

　　 "Okay, Lao Ling, don't blame others here, take a good bath, sleep, and slap yourself, when I come back from Chaohui City, when the time comes..."

　　 "Tell me a more beautiful one then?"

　　 "Fuck... Then we will go to the outside world together to chase my wife back, you chase your wife, I chase your daughter, when the time comes, our brothers will hug the beautiful woman together, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

　　 "It makes sense... just this generation?"

　　 "Don't pay too much attention to such unimportant details."

　　 Lin Beichen's consolation, Ling Junxuan also released himself very cooperatively, and finally escaped from the general atmosphere of life and death.

　　 "Wait for my brother to come back and take you to heaven."

　　 After Lin Beichen finished speaking, he rose up into the sky, drove the bronze carriage, and hurried to Chaohui City.

　　...

　　...

　　 Shouting to kill the sky.

　　 Bleeding wild.

　　 The water of Xinjiang has been completely dyed red.

　　 The corpse floating on the surface of the river rolled in the red waves, undulating like logs floating in the turbid waves in a mountain torrent.

　　嘭.

　　 Gao Shenghan put a palm on his chest, his figure like a paper kite with a broken thread, falling from the sky and slamming heavily into the bright red river water.

　　 "Dead."

　　The chaser is a half-step **** from the Dagan Empire.

　　 A palm was pressed from the void, and the turbulent cloud instantly transformed into a giant palm of more than 20 meters, and blasted heavily into the water.

　　 A clear six-finger palm print was pressed on the surface of the water.

　　The sea clan soldiers lurking in the water didn't know how many died in an instant, and there were many fishes without savvy, instantly turning up their white belly and floating among the tired floating corpses.

　　 Gao Shenghan spit out a mouthful of blood, and survived death with a trace of supernatural power in his body. He stretched his distance for the first time and raised his hand to push toward the sky.

　　 repair and rest.

　　 Jian Qi whistling.

　　 Under the action of the innate profound energy of the water system, countless water blade sword energy burst from the river surface, densely packed like a tornado, sweeping towards the enemy in the sky.

　　 He has been fighting for a day.

　　 The **** king army Celestial Rank powerhouse who died in his hands has passed a hundred.

　　 There were also three half-step heavenly beings killed by him.

　　 Such a record can be said to be remarkable.

　　 Although his realm barely reached the level of a fifth-level deity after his recent breakthrough, because he had cultivated the techniques taught by the chief priest Qin and mastered the silver divine power, in terms of combat power, he could rival the half-step Tianzun.

　　 is just such an endless consumption, he is almost unable to hold it.

　　 He vaguely felt that his time limit had come.

　　Today's battle is his fallen battle.

　　 Before death actually came, Gao Shenghan knew that he had to continue fighting.

　　 Not far away, on a tilted battleship that had been submerged in the red sea in the second half, the fight was continuing.

　　 Ling Wu stood at the forefront of the team.

There are eight silver long swords floating around him, constantly swallowing sword light, and in his hand he also holds a huge sword with a blade width of half a meter and a flashing sword light flowing around him. He can reach the bone, a handsome face, there are several blood holes, as if he was injured by Liu Shi...

　　 Surrounded by Ling Wu are the elite fighters that Long Xiang did not accept at night.

　　 is also his immediate family member.

　　 But now the number of soldiers is less than half.

On the other hand, the group of sand warriors from the Quicksand Country, with thick shields and heavy swords, was attacking frantically like a tide. It was very difficult to deal with. It forced Ling Wu, an elite empire-level scout, to play with a big sword. Cut straight to the ground.

　　 "General, medicine."

　　 A guard captain rushed to the front and delivered the last [Beichen Pill] to Ling Wu's hands, saying loudly: "You are too badly injured. Retreat to adjust your breath and recuperate. I will stop here."

　　 "You block a fart."

　　 Ling Wu swallowed the pill in one gulp, before refining it, he directly urged his profound energy, and the eight swords floating around him burst out of the air.

　　 噗噗噗噗噗.

　　The eight masters of the Quicksand Country who rushed to the forefront were instantly nailed to the deck.

　　 These eight warriors of the Quicksand Country are extremely fierce. Even if their bodies are pierced and nailed to the deck and unable to get up, they still grasp the flying sword with both hands, making Ling Wu unable to recall them.

"kill."

　　 In the roar like a violent wind and rolling sand, 　　, the long-awaited leader of the quicksand, Sha Lifei, finally caught the opportunity, and shot violently in an instant.

　　 The heavy yellow sand knife, like a faint yellow moon, splits the air, carrying the flames of the yellow sand profound energy, and slashes mercilessly towards Lingwu.

　　 Ling Wu roared like a beast.

He gave up recalling the flying sword for the first time, and the giant sword in his hand was also chopped like electricity. Under the force, the muscles all over his body were tense, blood burst out from the wound, scars on his face were cracked, his face was full of blood, and he roared actively to greet him. Go up.

　　锵锵锵.

　　 The heavy sword and the heavy sword crashed frantically.

　　 The clusters of sparks splashed in the air at dusk are as bright and beautiful as fireworks.

　　 Anti-inflammatory is permeated on the battlefield.

　　 The **** breath filled the air.

　　 Ling Wu's arms were numb, and his body was in severe pain, but he was like a nail, standing still and not taking a step back.

　　Because of their location, they are the most important defensive point for Zhaohui Dacheng Port.

This is also the “grave” on the water of the only remaining Titanium-class warships in the North Sea Empire-23 Titanium-class warships were sunk here, stacked by the sea warlocks with the help of the water, forming a guarding the great city of Chaohui Xinjiang Port Line of defense.

　　 Once this surface line of defense is lost, the fleet of the King's Army can instantly pour in and insert it into the central area of ​​the Alliance Army like a machete, bloom more points, and disperse the Alliance Army's position!

　　 Ling Wu was originally not the main guard here.

　　 But the main general Guan Feidu has been killed in battle.

The commanders of the second, third, fourth, fifth and seventh picks under Guan Feidu also all died in succession. Now it is the turn of the eighth pick, Ling Wu has become the defensive line of defense. Supreme Commander.

　　 Like the seven who died before, Ling Wu took the lead.

　　 In such battles, strategic warfare has lost its meaning.

　　Everyone is fighting frantically.

　　 Ling Wu didn't know how long he could survive.

　　 It's already dusk.

　　According to the original combat plan, when the night comes, the Alliance Army will retreat, and Chaohui City will become the last line of defense against the King of God Army.

　　 Farther.

　　 Lingchi stood on the high ground again on the airship, overlooking the entire battlefield.

　　The incalculable number of deaths makes the Xinjiang battlefield look like a huge life grinding disc. Countless creatures and powerful people die in this area in large numbers, making the space between heaven and earth faintly filled with a disturbing atmosphere...

　　 "Order, withdraw..."

　　 Ling spoke slowly.

　　 But the voice did not fall, unexpected changes in the battlefield suddenly appeared on the spot without warning.