Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Turns out this is not a gun.

　　 is an arrow.

　　 A huge silver arrow.

　　 was used by the Pope of the Temple of Feather as a spear to play.

　　 So, what about the bow?

　　 Lin Beichen curiously wants to touch the dead body of Pope Yu to catch a fish...

"enough."

　　 An angry shout came from the white flying boat.

But it was [Aurora No. 1 Marksman] Su Dingfang couldn't help it anymore, and shouted: "Pope Lin, the ring is fought for life and death, but you have already won, so why bother to use this method to insult the temple of my feathers? What about the body of the pope? This is not what your generation of pope should do."

　　 Lin Beichen looked at Su Dingfang.

　　 then slowly said: "Fool."

　　 finished speaking, then went to catch Yu's body.

　　 This silver giant arrow is so cool, the material is good, and it doesn't seem to be a mortal thing. Then there must be a matching divine bow, right?

　　 "Lin Beichen, you deceived so much."

　　Rao is Prince Yu with deep thoughts, and can't help but drink loudly at this time.

　　 Looking at the corpse of the Pope on his side, being manipulated in this way, the other Aurora Empire powerhouses only felt blood rushing into their heads.

"kill him."

"Go together."

　　 "Look at how much power he has left..."

On the white flying boat, dozens of strong military men in armor were dazzled by anger, and shot directly, and rushed out of the white flying boat desperately. The bowstring trembled endlessly in mid-air, and countless arrows flew like arrows. The gust of wind and rain generally shoot towards Lin Beichen...

　　 "Don't..."

　　 Prince Yu exclaimed.

　　 But it was too late.

"go back."

　　 Falling on the Star Cliff, Lin Beichen did not even look up.

　　 The arrow that contained the anger of the Aurora Shooting Path expert, immediately flew back obediently.

　　噗噗噗~!

　　 In midair, patches of blood mist rose up.

　　The strong man who shot was instantly shot into powder by his own arrows, and his blood filled the void.

Instant kill.

with no doubt.

　　 "Do you deceive people too much?"

Lin Beichen, who did not find a match with the bow on Yu Zhuyu, looked up a little disappointedly, looked at the frightened and angry gazes of Prince Yu and others, and asked each and every word: "At the beginning, you swept your army south and trampled me on the North Sea. When you captured my Beihai city, killed my soldiers in the North Sea, and insulted my people in the North Sea, have you ever thought about what it means to deceive people too much?"

　　 Facing Lin Beichen's questioning, Prince Yu suddenly panicked inexplicably.

　　 He argued forcibly, saying: "But... that's war, that's different..."

"Ah……"

Lin Beichen sneered and interrupted, and said: "War? According to what you mean, as long as it is war, killing and insults are justified, right? Then why are you Aurora people still not conscious of the battle of Falling Star Cliff today, Is it also a war?"

　　 "This...it's not right, this is a martial arts contest, it's a battle between heaven and man..."

　　Prince Yu subconsciously wanted to argue forcibly.

　　 "What? The killing you initiated was a war; the killing I initiated was not a war?" 　　 Lin Beichen carrying a mace, looking at the people on the white flying boat as if looking at a brain injury.

　　 "Don't you think you are too hypocritical?"

　　 "My friend Han lives up to it, he is also a soldier, his father is a soldier, and his grandfather is also a soldier. They all died in this **** war in your mouth..."

"When they died, their corpses were trampled on mud. Their ears might be cut off and hung on the quiver of the Aurora people as trophies. Their heads were cut off and piled up and became Jingguan to show off your strength. ..."

"You who claim to be from the bitter cold land, you have been proud to be proud of being able to ride with bows and arrows since you were young. When you are ruthless and **** killings, you have thought of giving to those in the North Sea who are protecting their relatives at home. Warriors, a little respect?"

　　 "Now, your people are hurt, dead, and lost in the war, do you feel pain?"

　　 "At this time, do you want the dignity of the dead and the dignity of the strong?"

　　 "Do you deserve it?"

　　 Lin Beichen was holding his **** big stick, his eyes were cold as if they were carved out bit by bit with Wanzai Xuanbing.

　　 During this time, he was in a bad mood.

　　 The capital was broken, and many people I knew died, such as Yuan Wenjun, the classmates of the Federation...

　　 The capital was taken back, and the woman who came to the world's most intimate and most intimate woman died--of course, she fell asleep, deepening his parting anxiety...

　　 The empire was recovered, but when he came to this world, his best friend of the same **** would never come back. He must continue to fight where he died.

　　Bad emotions can be accumulated.

　　 What other people saw was his heroic figure spreading his wings and flying high for nine days.

　　 But no one noticed the small grievances and bad emotions accumulated in his heart.

　　 Xuewu can't save everyone.

　　 Beihai Empire, I am in C!

　　 Now, I need to vent.

　　 So, don't **** talk to me about deceiving people too much.

　　 Lin Beichen's emotions became angry.

　　 This kind of anger, like a contagious plague, instantly made everyone on the white flying boat and the black Xuange feel it.

　　 At this moment, they all trembled.

It is as if a group of goats and pigs crawling on the ground are facing a tiger roaring in anger. They are trembling, their twins trembled, and their faces are pale. The forehead is like flying off.

　　 They were silent.

　　 They bow their heads.

　　 They dare not say anything.

　　 Aurora shoots 3 million, and I need to bow my head as much as I can.

　　 "Five games and three wins, you have already lost."

　　 Lin Beichen took a long breath, sneered, and looked at Prince Yu.

　　 The latter stepped back a few steps, with dry lips and a dry voice: "Yes, we lost, we..."

　　 They have already lost this battle of national fortune.

　　 It was a terrible loss.

　　 was a complete defeat.

　　 In the whole process, I didn't see the slightest possibility of turning defeat into victory.

　　 "But, the five rounds are not over yet..."

　　 Lin Beichen interrupted directly.

　　 His eyes are sharp, and his undisguised killing intent is just like the essence.

　　 The sky over the falling star cliff was swept by the violent wind, and the clouds were broken.

Lin Beichen suddenly laughed again, saying every word: "I am the one who says to kill your whole family, and you must kill your whole family. If you play five rounds, you must play five rounds, one less round. It's not even five games...There are two games left. Who will come?"

　　 Prince Yu was stunned.

　　 Everyone in the Aurora Empire was also stunned.

What does 　　 mean?

　　 Two more games?

　　In other words, is this demon still willing to kill two more powerful Aurora Empire?

　　 The shadow of death instantly enveloped everyone on the white flying boat.

　　 They never thought that one day, the mighty imperial army would be threatened by one person, one stick, and they did not have any way to fight back.

　　 silence.

　　 accept the humiliation in silence.

　　 In the humiliation, I can only continue to be silent.

　　 Lin Beichen carried a big stick and laughed up to the sky: "Haha, hahaha, hahahaha..."

　　 The laughter sounded like sharp arrows, shot into the heart of the Aurora who is known as the best shooter, and pierced blood.

"I come."

　　 A young Aurora Empire shooter flushed, gritted his teeth, and strode out.

　　 This is a very handsome guy.

　　 The silver light armor of the Aurora Empire [Shen Shooting Camp] is on his body, which is extremely colorful.

　　 A helmet with feather arrows painted on a silver wire stroke, setting off him like an absolute hero in a legend.

　　 He is young, brave, passionate, and responsible.

　　 seems to condense all the beauty of Aurora people.

　　 It's just a big deal.

　　 also let the people of Beihai know that the trembling sound of the longbow in the Aurora Land will never disappear because of fear.

　　 The young man forcibly dispelled the fear in his heart, summoned all the courage, and stared at Lin Beichen firmly.

but--

　　 "Are you worthy?"

　　 Lin Beichen also stared at him, asking word by word.

　　What identity, strength, and status do you deserve to step on the cliff of falling star and fight me?

　　The young archer's complexion instantly solidified.

　　His handsome face has blue veins bulging, and his nostrils spray out white gas. He is angry like a bull whose mate was suddenly taken away during mating...

　　 But in the end, the only remaining reason still told: unworthy.

　　 I don't deserve to fight the man on Falling Star Cliff.

　　 is like Firefly is not worthy to compete with Haori.

　　 This is no longer a question of immortality.

　　 is a matter of style.

　　 Although he was about to explode in anger, he could only step back slowly.

　　 may be qualified to fight this boy in the future.

　　 But that is after.

not today.

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It’s getting ahead of schedule. I don’t think it will take long before the four changes will be made. Good night everyone.

This chapter is 888, I wish you all the best.