Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Sword Fairy is in this latest chapter!Hydrotherapy has an unparalleled therapeutic effect on the injuries caused by the strong heaven and human, and can heal wounds instantly.

But for injuries caused by gods, the effect is much worse.

Slow healing.

However, it can maintain the vitality of the injured, and will not die because of other negative effects since the injury.

The blood-stained Lord of the Sword was completely green by Lin Beichen on the spot.

She was extremely injured, but as if she hadn't noticed it at all, she cared more about the battle situation and asked in shock: "How did it happen?"

Lin Beichen smiled and said, "You know, I have a trick to lock up my opponents to make sense. The'Thousand Grass God' was dragged into a small area by me, moving with affection, knowing with reason, and doing something. After ideological and political education, he blew himself up in shame."

The Lord of Sword rolled his eyes.

If I believe you, I would be a fool.

However, getting used to Lin Beichen running the flying boat with his mouth full, one thing is certain: the'Thousand Grass God' is really dead and completely disappeared in this world.

it's finally over.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Unprecedented fatigue struck, the Lord of Sword's eyes went black, his consciousness collapsed, his body weakened, and he fell directly downward.

Before the consciousness completely dissipated, Lin Beichen's exclamation rang in his ear, and then he felt the familiar embrace, the familiar man's breath...

For the first time, like a little woman, she gently leaned her head against the chest of the beating heart, with a smile of relief at the corner of her mouth, and fell asleep.

...

Capital, Temple Mount.

The long night will end.

Dawn is coming.

The sky was still dark, and the stars flickered at the end of the blue sky.

The clouds have completely dissipated, which means that tomorrow will be a rare sunny and good weather.

Central Temple of Grace.

Lin Beichen sat on the edge of the bed, his thick black sword eyebrows furrowed.

On the bed, the Sword Lord's face was white, without the slightest blood, as if he were a lifeless jade beauty, the situation was very bad.

In the past four hours or so, the priests in the temple tried various methods, but they were unable to wake up the sleeping lord of the sword, and sensed the fire of her godhood, becoming weaker...

God fell.

This thought came out uncontrollably in everyone's hearts.

The archbishops such as the Pope Hua Qingyan of the temple are already panicked and unable to control themselves.

Archbishop Mochizuki was even more tearful.

The most loyal believers knelt in the hall, sang divine music, prayed for the Lord of Swords, and contributed their faith in anticipation of miracles.

Lin Beichen has also performed many times [Spa

Surgery].

But it doesn't make much sense.

The Lord of the Sword burned his divine power excessively, hurting the origin of the divine character, even if there was a divine fruit like [Chonglou], it was already powerless.

In Lin Beichen's heart, he felt uncontrollably uncomfortable for a thousand times.

time flies.

In the distance, a golden light floated on the horizon.

The morning sun traverses thousands of mountains and rivers, shining on the temple mountain, and through the side window of the temple, on the face of the Lord of Swords, a touch of pure gold is scattered.

It seems that because of the warmth of the sun, the Sword Lord's eyelashes moved slightly, and he opened his eyes slowly.

A trace of unnatural redness passed across the snow-white face.

Lin Beichen was overjoyed: "Are you...wake up? How do you feel?"

This word alarmed the priests who prayed sincerely in the temple.

Pope Hua Qingyan took three steps and made two steps, rushing to the front, and seeing the Lord of Sword regaining consciousness, he was overjoyed and trembled: "Mian, you..."

The Sword Lord turned his head slightly, saw Hua Qingyan, and said, "You...all go out."

Hua Qingyan was startled, and immediately looked at Lin Beichen, understood something, turned around and took the other priests and left the temple.

The Lord of Sword's eyes fell on Lin Beichen's face.

This face, I didn't think it looked so good before.

Many people say that Lin Beichen is the most beautiful man in the empire.

But the Lord of Sword didn't care about it for a long time.

I just don't know why, when I look at it at this time, I suddenly feel that this man is really good looking.

The Lord of Sword has a very absurd idea in her mind: This continent, and the distant God Realm, even the clearest lake, are not as good as his eyes; the most beautiful mountain is not as good as him. The bridge of his nose; the most elegant valleys are not as good as his brows; the most beautiful grasslands are not as good as his cheeks...

In these two worlds, the most beautiful scenery is concentrated, not as good as the face of the boy in front of him.

"Will you...will you...blame me?"

The lord of the sword is weak and authentic.

"what?"

Lin Beichen did not react, and said in surprise: "Do you blame you for being too charming?"

A smile appeared on the face of the Lord of Sword.

When he opened his mouth, he was the old scumbag.

But in this case, she suddenly loved to listen.

"When you came to the Temple Mountain, you came to find Ye Weiyang, right?"

Lord of Swords

Lin Beichen was startled, then nodded slightly.

This topic is a small taboo between the two, and it is rarely mentioned.

"So you blame me for taking Ye Weiyang's body?"

Sword Lord asked weakly.

Lin Beichen was silent for a moment, nodded, and said: "Weird."

When the Lord of Sword heard these two words, two lumps of red appeared on his face, the last trace of mustache in his heart disappeared, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Weird.

That is not to blame now.

"Then I will return her to you now, OK?"

Between the eyes of the sword lord, there was a gentle smile. At this moment, it seemed that the pure and clear Ye Weiyang had returned.

"What nonsense, it's all past tense."

Lin Beichen pressed his nostalgia for Ye Weiyang, supported by his strong desire to survive, said softly, "I only want you now."

"Pooh."

The spirit of the Sword Lord gradually improved, and said: "Lying."

Lin Beichen felt a little flustered.

I have performed so hard, and have you seen it through?

"Do you know that your shy and angry expression is not only more attractive, but also finally makes me feel that you are a living person with joy and anger, making me want to be closer."

He quickly changed the subject.

The Lord of Sword sat up slowly, his body fell limply in Lin Beichen's arms, and the squad leaned on his chest and asked faintly: "Then I was in your heart before, am I not alone?"

I'm .

Send propositions.

Lin Beichen: ||●?

Kneeled.

What kind of brain circuit are you?

"Uh... before, you were more like a high god, to be precise, a goddess who does not eat fireworks in the world, beautiful and noble, like the innocent blood lotus on an iceberg, people want to get close but dare , But it is difficult to control my desire to conquer."

He organizes the language without changing his expression.

"Ha ha……"

Sword Lord chuckled: "Although it is a lie, I love to listen."

She stretched out her hand to hold Lin Beichen's neck, her hair sticking to Lin Beichen's cheek and clothes because of static electricity.

She moved her head gently, her ears pressed against Lin Beichen's left chest, listening to the powerful beating of the heart, she felt so real, but gradually distant...

"I will return her to you..."

She muttered in a low voice.

The tone is weak but firm.

As if finally made a difficult choice.

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