Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Pen Interest Pavilion www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Sword Immortal here latest chapter!    He suddenly understood why Master Shen Xiaoyan did not want to casually cast swords for people.

Because this sword casting, a bit of arm ah.

Even if it is a thousand-armed Goddess of Mercy, this will have to become a one-armed Luohan.

The fragrance of garlic and mutton blood, floating in the air, makes people suddenly have an appetite.

The blood stained the entire three-legged, two-eared, three-amazing Yin Seal Casting Furnace red, and then strangely seeped into the furnace, as if it was a sponge absorbing the blood.

Eh?

This is not some evil method of sword casting, right?

The sword will not need to drink human blood to nourish it every day, right?

Lin Beichen began to spread his brain.

"Master ......"

The disciples all rushed over and held Shen Xiaoyan who lost an arm and was pale.

Shen Xiaoyan shook his head to indicate that he was fine, breathed sharply for a few breaths, and his state gradually stabilized.

He smiled, looked at Lin Beichen, said: "This is my last sword refining, from now on, I no longer practice sword, this 'black iron arm' also do not need, in order to refine weapons, I will arm refining this virtue, accumulated a lifetime of refining intention, but also all injected into this sword furnace, until the furnace crack When the furnace is cracked, it is the opportunity to complete the sword, arm broken furnace crack, also considered to have a beginning and an end."

Yes.

The arm is broken.

Sword furnace will also be cracked and destroyed.

A smith, lost the arm of smithing, but also lost the furnace of the sword, is also completely ruined.

From now on, no one will look for him to make swords.

"So, you didn't forge swords for these thirty years, just for this sword today?"

Lin Beichen asked.

Shen Xiaoyan nodded, his expression a little excited and exuberant.

His gaze, staring intently at the faintly vibrating sword furnace, said, "Once this sword comes out, I will have no more regrets in my life of sword forging."

The words fell.

Click, click, click.

A white crack appeared on the three-legged, two-eared, three-Amazing Yin Seal Casting Furnace.

Like a mad vine, it spread rapidly.

It was also like a broken eggshell, as if something was about to break out of its shell.

Countless gazes, focused on the sword path.

Shen Xiaoyan said, "Go on, your sword, inside."

Step by step, Lin Beichen walked toward the sword path.

He reached out and gently tapped on the outer wall of the broken sword furnace.

Duang~~~

The sword furnace made a crunching sound.

Then with a clatter, the outer wall directly shattered and fell open.

A flash of silver light appeared.

In the inner space of the sword furnace, the bright silver light flashes.

You can vaguely see, a sword-shaped weapon, is sinking up and down in the light mass.

My sword.

Lin Beichen's heart moved and raised his hand towards the sword hilt to grab it.

Just at that moment -

Swoosh swoosh!

Several streams of light flashed.

In the hall, several people who had been prepared for this suddenly rose up and attacked, as fast as ghosts, some towards Lin Beichen to attack and kill, and some towards the silver sword that was about to come out, dividing the work.

The sword.

The long-planned sword snatching.

"Be careful ......"

Hu Meier loudly reminded, out to stop when it was too late.

And at this time, two Qianqiang floating flow.

Qian Qian and Qian Qian struck.

The two vase characters in the eyes of the crowd, in this instant, showed a powerful power far beyond imagination.

Qian Qian's shadow flashed.

The two arrived after them and intercepted in front of the person who had struck to seize the sword.

"Stinky girl, get lost."

The blocked person was furious, his sword came out like a poisonous snake, curling the half-step celestial level wind-based Xuan Qi fluctuations, the sword light was so fast that it stabbed without mercy.

Boom!

Qian Qian blasted out with a fist.

This fist, smashed on the spine of the sword.

The sword shattered.

Then it landed on the arm of the person holding the sword.

The arm burst.

Finally, it blasted at the chest of this half-step celestial being.

The terrifying fist power directly exploded him in the air.

Blood mist flew out.

Second to kill, second to slag.

On the other hand, Qian Qian's palm grabbed in the void and summoned her sword.

It was a gorgeous silver sword like a noblewoman dressing up her ornamental toys.

Qian Qian wrist a flick.

The two half-step celestials who rushed in, a first-class celestial, instantly flew out backwards, and between their chests and bellies were already full of holes, covered with dense sword holes ......

"Ah ......"

They roared harshly, not even knowing when they were hit by the sword.

Blood uncontainably spurted out of the sword holes like three human-sized sprays.

Landing on the ground and barely standing still, but simply unable to control the spray of blood, they eventually stumbled and collapsed in despair.

Dead, fallen.

Compared to Qian Qian's wild dominance, Qian Qian's light and illusionary extermination was no less deadly.

Boom boom!

Qian Qian threw three more punches in a row.

The power of the fist was like a dragon.

Transparent fist prints soared out from her slender jade hands, swelling and growing in mid-air, blasting at the bodies of the three first-level celestial beings, and at once three deadly and beautiful death blood flowers were blossoming in mid-air.

Everyone else was stunned.

No one expected that such a thing would happen.

The two little maids beside Lin Beichen, beautiful like fairies, combined with the various rumors about Lin Beichen's lustfulness before, originally thought that these two dainty maids were afraid that they were not even as good as the sword maids behind Shen Xiaoyan, and were two very beautiful vases that only served the purpose of decoration ......

Now it seems?

Vase?

No.

Death roses.

The petals point, is the descent of death.

In the blink of an eye, the number of celestial-level powerhouses who had died at the hands of the two young maids because they had struck for the sword had reached a full eight.

All of them were famous and established powerhouses.

Among them was a second-level celestial being.

In the hall on the first floor of the Seven Stars Sword Gathering Building, the fragrant sweet smell of blood permeated the floor and the table, and drops of tiny blood beads on the floor and the table were faintly percolating under the sunlight, refracting in a way that was almost indiscernible to the ordinary human eye.

The colored light, under the effect of gravity these blood beads converge together, the scene then looks a little frightening.

The people in the hall have all retreated to the outside of the building.

Including the 'Wen Xiang Sword House' master and disciple three.

"They are actually so powerful in ......?"

There was star fire flickering in Hu Mei'er's eyes.

Her sense of superiority as a disciple of a top martial power was ruthlessly struck in this instant.

It was because she was not a match for either of those two maids.

"Who's still coming?"

Qian Qian was arrogantly waving her fist.

Those who originally still had the intention to seize the sword also extinguished all their flukes at this moment and buried their heads down.

At this time -

"I'll do it."

A grim cold laugh sounded a hundred meters away.

In the next instant, a sword light swept through the void.

"Go back."

The thin silver sword in Qian Qian's hand waved a sky full of starlight.

Ding!

A subtle metallic clinking sound rang out.

The silver thin sword broke.

Qian Qian's figure flew out backwards.

A flash of sword light followed like a shadow and continued to attack and kill.

"Sister, be careful ......"

Qian Qian cried out in alarm and blasted out with her full power, attacking the person who made the strike.

Ding ding ding!

Boom!

Qianqian's arms were drenched in blood, and she also flew backwards.

"Die."

A gloomy cold laugh wrapped with endless killing intent, splitting two sword lights, attacking Qian Qian and Qian Qian respectively.

This was to drive to the end.

The exchange between lightning and fire, someone already recognized that the person who struck was tall, more than two meters, covered with white hair, face like a wild ape, it was a white-haired armor-clad tribe's sword dao powerhouse.

A strong man whose body radiates a terrifyingly sharp sword intent.

It is stronger than the one who died at the hands of 'Chess Elder' before.

Seeing the two young maids in crisis, Yan Ruyu's heart moved, the palm of the sword Qi burst out.

But the moment she was about to make a move to save her, Lin Beichen made a move.

Lin Beichen, who had been standing on the counter, holding the radiant silver sword, seemed to have taken a little time to tame and master the new sword, so much so that his reaction was slightly slower by a tad.

Phew!

In the void, a silver light flashed.

Ding!

The first sword, chopped the sword light that attacked the two young maids.

Silver light flashes again.

The second sword tore through the layers of sword curtains and protective sword qi in front of the white-haired armor-clad clan's sword dao powerhouse.

Three flashes of silver light.

The third sword, the head of the white-haired leather-armored clan sword powerhouse rises to the sky ......

These three swords, fast to the extreme, were completed almost at the same time.

From the beginning to the end, there was no sound of weapons clashing, nor the sound of the sword blade breaking through the body.

It was as if the lake was silenced.

The battle is over.

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