Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Such a girl who is so cute, beats it with a sword, without pity.

But the female trainees of Mrs. Jagger, pleased to see this scene, and they all cheered: "Cold, ruthless, handsome, almost like the sword fairy ..."

The male students next to him were suddenly speechless.

These superficial powders.

Why not learn more about us, and become more obsessed with Lin Beichen's swordsmanship. Isn't it good to be a technical fan?

Let's go forward in this cycle.

I ended up with four people left.

Is Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang.

四 The four strongest students in the second grade of the third college.

The final decisive battle is finally coming.

This time the lottery ceremony suddenly attracted the attention of the entire grade.

On the No. 1 platform, the lottery box was placed on the black market case.

Zhe Lin Beichen and four others came to the stage to draw lots.

完毕 After the lottery, each person held their nameplate.

Lin Lin Beichen looked down, and in his hands was the No. 4 nameplate.

The other three have already taken their nameplates in their hands.

The invigilator came to check, glanced at it, and gave the final result of the Final Four: "Wu Xiaofang on the 1st, Lin Beichen on the 4th, and Mu Xinyue on the 2nd against Yue Hongxiang on the 3rd."

Cheers boiled around the ring.

结果 This result is a bit like the feeling of king to king and queen to queen.

The eighth class of Yue Hongxiang, although not as popular as Mu Xinyue, is also the goddess in the minds of many students. It is gentle and atmospheric, exuding a classic beauty all over the body. It is very low-key on weekdays, but it has a lot of iron powder. This time into the top four of the year, it is definitely deserved.

The showdown between the two goddesses definitely caught the eye.

However, between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang, because of the constant rivalry, the fascinating story of Lin Beichen's prodigal son turned back and the attraction of the confrontation is even more attractive than the battle of the two goddesses. look.

"For the first time, Wu Xiaofang played against Lin Beichen, and the two sides at the war, please board."

As a proctor, Ding Sanshi speaks loudly and authentically.

The atmosphere was instantly lit.

"Brother Wu, come on, beat your family."

"Lin Jianxian, continuation of your myth, I now support you."

"Brother Xiaofang, you must not lose to that infamous crane tail."

Wu Xiaofang stepped on the ring step by step, and when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but yell. What kind of **** has a pit in his head and can't speak? What is it? Don't you lose?

Chen Lin Beichen also boarded the ring.

The two were ten meters apart and stood face to face.

"At this moment, finally came."

Wu Xiaofang sneered and stared at Lin Beichen, saying: "Although it hurts your classmates, it feels good, but how can you compare with so many classmates and beat you down and shamefully? Lin Beichen, you Garbage waste, are you ready for captivity? "

Chen Lin Beichen slowly pulled out the long sword around his waist.

"I want to ask you this sentence, are you ready to face the nightmare?"

He held his sword and slowly moved forward.

Xuan Xuan Qi, stirred in the body. Long black hair, dancing in the sun, each hair is like an intoxicating light.

"Ah, ah, so handsome."

Under the ring, dozens of female students screamed.

I have to admit that in the entire third college, simply speaking about the value of Yan, in the presence of Lin Beichen, there is really no one who can fight. In the face of Lin Beichen, a handsome little white handsome boy like Wu Xiaofang is left. .

以前 Before this competition, unknowingly, there were already people who began to support Lin Beichen.

I looked at the ring, Lin Beichen's momentum was full, and there was a cheering cheer from below.

笑 Wu Xiaofang's eyes flashed a severe haze.

He also poked a long sword at his waist.

The sword blade is as bright as autumn water, reflecting the dazzling brightness in the sun.

This sword is called [Tracing Light].

He is a sword.

A sharp weapon like iron.

He specially prepared for this big match.

In the previous battles, he never pulled his sword out of his sheath, just for this moment.

He will use the sword to defeat Lin Beichen on the platform, under the watchful eye of all the students and teachers, and completely kill the protagonist's so-called rising myth.

"Did I pierce your legs first, or my arm first?"

笑 Wu Xiaofang stepped forward slowly, walking faster and faster.

Stung the whole person and ran suddenly.

The speed changes suddenly, like the arrow off the string.

Beilin Chen also accelerated instantly.

Basic Sword Skills

Concussion!

Slim body and sword.

The sword light flickered, and people and swords burst into a sudden.

"Give me defeat."

笑 Wu Xiaofang was drinking.

The sharp sword in my hand stabbed sharply.

Huh!

Seven blurry sword shadows burst out in an instant, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Suddenly the heavy epee shadow, cold and cold, is like a silver python that suddenly exploded, opening its huge mouth, to make Lin Beichen swallow up instantly.

This scene, let sword practice Ding Sanshi momentary tremor.

not good.

Is not a basic swordsmanship.

Is [Han Python Seven Magic Sword]!

Real one-star sword skills.

This Wu Xiaofang has already mastered the nine-level sword skills beyond the basic sword skills?

The martial arts martial arts skills, once entered into a star, are far more powerful than basic martial arts.

低 From low to high, they are one to nine stars.

结果 How does the result of star sword skills against the derivative skills of basic sword skills?

I will definitely lose.

The heart of Ping Ding San Shi could not help but hang.

On the podium.

The second grade director Chu Hen also jumped up.

Wu Xiaofang exhibited sword skills beyond basic sword skills. It was originally a matter of joy. After all, his students were prosperous, but at this moment, Chu Chen's heart was concerned about whether Lin Beichen could be under the sword. Retreat, will it hurt?

Ding!

Slight metal cross. A truncated sword flew into the air.

The figures are staggered.

分 Touch at a touch.

Swords of Han Han Python disappeared.

Chen Lin Beichen looked at his sword in surprise.

Only half left.

"Sink."

"This **** is the heirloom sword of Wang Zhong's dog thing?"

"Broken at the touch?"

"This sword is just like the dog thing. It's not reliable."

Lin Lin Beichen's heart was a linen of hemp.

Opposite.

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

"Oh, garbage, aren't you very arrogant? Now that your broken sword is broken, how can you fight me?"

Yun Shi was shocked in his heart.

The one in your own hand is the iron-scraped [Sword of Light].

I cast it just now, but one star sword skill [Han Python Seven Magic Sword].

一 As soon as he shot, he used the strongest method.

What I thought was to seriously hurt Lin Beichen in an instant, shock the audience, achieve the best visual effects, and get back his own glory.

But, just broke a broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand?

Moreover, the terrible counter-shock force just now made him almost fly out of his sword.

This little hybrid, is he so strong?

In Wu Xiaofang's heart, he became vigilant.

步 He casts his footwork and casts [Han Python Seven Magic Sword] again.

Han Guangsen.

Straight forward Lin Beichen.

Chen Lin Beichen did not flinch.

Because intuition told him that if he retreats, he loses.

The narrow road meets the brave and wins.

His hand interrupted the sword and pierced forward.

Concussion!

[Basic Sword Skills Three Closes] Perform again.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sound of crisp metal impact sounded.

Two or three clusters of Mars sputtered in the air.

Broken sword and fly again.

"Hahaha, now you have only a bare sword hilt in your hands, how can you fight me?"

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

The broken sword in Beilin's hand was cut into a stalk directly.

Hey ...

Aunt, this is to kneel.

Chen Lin Beichen was a little speechless.

I have all my skills on this sword.

Without a sword, it means keyboard man without a computer. How can this be played?

"Trash, today, you are destined to be stepped on my feet."

笑 Wu Xiaofang laughed: "Do you really want to take revenge on the wastes of Class 9? Haha, unfortunately, your end will be worse than them."

at this time--

"Boy, pick up the sword."

Ding Sanshi, the invigilator, took off his long sword without a expression and threw it towards Lin Beichen.

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