Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Sword Fairy is in this latest chapter!The Lord of the Sword has a very small voice, almost silently speaking to himself in his heart.

"what did you say?"

Lin Beichen came over, but didn't hear clearly just now.

The Lord of Sword sat up slowly.

Leaving Lin Beichen's embrace.

She slowly got off the bed and stood on the ground. She staggered and almost fell down, but she refused Lin Beichen's support, stubbornly step by step, and came to a box sealed with the god pattern formation.

The material of this box is unknown, but at first glance it is precious.

There is a god pattern formation engraved by the Lord of Sword himself. Without the art of dissolving the formation, even if the'Thousand Grass God' came here alive, he could not open the box.

When Lin Beichen saw this scene, his heart moved.

Is it the wealth that the Lord of Sword has collected for many years?

This is to thank me, so give me all the treasures?

His heart beat faster.

The Lord of Sword was in poor condition, and it took a full cup of tea before he slowly opened the box manually.

There is no jewellery radiating from it.

Instead, there was a moon-white priest's robe.

Ordinary and simple.

"Do you remember this sacrificial robe?"

The Sword Lord took out the sacrificial robe, turned around and asked.

Uh……

It's another proposition.

How do I know this?

There is clearly no memory.

"I have a little impression, I don't remember clearly."

He is vague and authentic.

The Lord of the Sword had an unstable breath due to his previous actions. After slowly exhaling a few breaths, he gave him a white look and said, "This is the sacrificial robe that Ye Weiyang wore when he saw you for the last time."

"Ah, no wonder."

Lin Beichen suddenly realized it, and said: "If you don't say it, I really can't remember it at all, I don't have the slightest impression at all."

"Ha ha……"

The Lord of the Sword sneered, and immediately shook the robe again, pasted it on his body, and said, "I will wear it for you now, OK?"

Uh?

Why do you wear Pinru clothes?

Lin Beichen was silent.

"Come here, I want you to help me put it on."

The lord of the sword is as authentic as a baby.

"I reject."

Lin Beichen is not the first brother anyhow, how could he make the mistake of kindergarten at this time, his position is very clear.

The Lord of Sword looked at him steadily, snorted for a long time, and threw the priest's robe to Lin Beichen, looking angry.

But Lin Beichen clearly noticed that there was a happy light in her eyes.

Oh, woman.

Your name is duplicity.

He seemed to casually throw his robe aside.

"Fortunately, you react quickly."

The Lord of Sword couldn't hide a smile in his eyes: "It didn't disappoint me...come over and help me put on this suit."

This time, she took out a set

The majestic and noble gods' tabard.

This is a substitute for herself after she descended into this world, in accordance with the style of the battle robe of the gods.

The style is the same.

Poor function is too far.

She is a goddess with a great sense of ritual. She once wanted to wear this shirt to regain her faith and everything that belonged to her.

Unfortunately now...

This time, Lin Beichen did not refuse.

He gently took off his robes and robes for the Lord of Sword, and ran his fingers across the mutton white jade-like skin. Every inch of this cool and silky skin has left his traces. It is the most perfect work of the Creator. .

But now, this body has scars and defects.

The injury was shocking.

It is difficult to recover for a while.

In Lin Beichen's heart, hatred anger breeds.

Weijia.

It is Wei Mingchen again.

If it weren't for this dog thing, the Sword Lord would not be injured so badly.

This person must not be let go.

I was delayed by chores all the time before, which caused me not to find the chores to settle the accounts. This time, when this matter is over, I must make a clear calculation.

Lin Beichen swears in his heart.

Soon, the battle robe of the gods was completely dressed.

The Lord of Sword was in front of the mirror, looking at himself inside, a trace of unnatural redness appeared on his face, and said: "You help me invite them to the main hall."

"it is good."

Lin Beichen took another bite before turning to leave the side hall.

Outside the hall.

Lin Beichen met the Pope Hua Qingyan, Archbishop Mochizuki and others.

When they returned to the main hall together, they saw that the lord of the sword was already sitting on the god seat of the main hall.

"Farewell to Mianxia."

The priests knelt to the ground.

The priests on the Temple Mountain are all the most loyal believers of the Lord of Swords, and they all know that she is the real Lord of Swords. Even if the Lord of Swords asks them all to die at this time, no one will hesitate.

"Get up all."

The lord of the sword is slowly and authentic.

The sound is not loud, but very clear.

The priests all stood up.

Archbishop Hua Qingyan and Mochizuki looked up nervously.

"It has been a long time since I came to the mortal world. The Thousand Grass Demon who happened to be rebellious and conspiring has already punished, the crisis is lifted, and I should go home."

"After I go, the position of the Pope..."

"Lin Beichen is in charge."

The voice fell.

There was a sudden noise in the hall.

Let a man be the pope of the Temple of the Lord of Swords?

This is an unprecedented precedent.

Lin Beichen was also taken aback.

Me?

Which one is this?

In a blink of an eye, I became the Pope of the Temple?

However, with a cold snort from the Lord of Sword, the noise disappeared instantly.

Rules are determined by God.

And the figure that sits on the seat of God and overlooks all beings is God.

Is the true god.

The word of God is the will.

How can you question it?

The priests immediately saluted in unison, saying: "Follow the will of my god."

Then they saluted Lin Beichen together, saying: "See the Pope."

Lin Beichen enjoyed watching this group of Yingying and Yanyan salute themselves.

Among other things, with the exception of Archbishop Mochizuki and other young masters, who are already old-fashioned, most of the other priests are not youthful and beautiful, or still charming, not gorgeous, or mature, after all. The selection of priests in the Lord's Temple, in addition to requiring women, also has strict requirements on appearance.

At this moment, two words appeared in Lin Beichen's mind——

Virtual bamboo.

This little monk is definitely also a threat.

His first demigod was difficult and difficult, but he finally became the master of the Misty Peak Lingjiu Palace. The sword servants under his hands are all beautiful and stunning. They live in seclusion and have no restrictions on teachings. Doesn't it mean...

Tut tut...

Pooh!

Thinking of the beauty, Lin Beichen couldn't help cursing himself with a beast.

How can you think so?

Are you still a person?

How are you different from Cao Thief?

An accurate analogy should be Hong Changqing, the political commissar of the Red Detachment of Women, who took this group of Detachment of Women to fight the world and cause revolution.

However, it seems that Hong Changqing's political commissar died earlier?

EMMM...

How about considering Xuzhu?

"After I go, the goddess Ye Weiyang will be the saint of the temple. When her ability can be used, it is up to the pope to decide whether to pass on the saint."

The lord of the sword is not hurried and authentic.

Lin Beichen's heart was shaken.

What the hell?

Pass the bit to Ye Weiyang?

Are you Ye Weiyang yourself?

While in doubt, the Lord of Sword also looked at him.

What kind of look is that?

With a little tenderness, a little nostalgia, a little unwillingness, a little relief...

At this moment, the Qi of the Lord of Sword collapsed suddenly.

The look of her whole body quickly dissipated.

The breath of life disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The whole person seemed to have instantly turned into a lifeless jade sculpture.

Lin Beichen was terrified.

How is this going?

He originally thought that the Lord of Swords did so much to prepare for long-term retreat and recovery.

How could this vengeful god give up so easily?

but now?

Lin Beichen rushed over.

In the next moment, the completely lifeless figure on the god seat suddenly beat his heart, and immediately a strange light enveloped it.

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Do you want to leave a trace of return for the Lord of Sword?