Bei Ling slowly took off his black robe completely, completely revealing Luo Chen's familiar face, but that face was crawling like a sword with blood wolf totems, and a one-eyed blood wolf roared fiercely on his left side of his face. The totem of the barbarians is made of iron and lead, dyed with purple indigo, and chiseled out of the skin, and this pain and beauty belong only to the ruthless. Bei Ling's eyes were full of murderous aura, he hated Luo Chen, he hated him very much, he wanted to break him into thousands of pieces, eat flesh and bed! But if you want to relieve hatred, violent killing, it is boring.

Bei Ling smiled hideously, he slowly walked to Luo Chen's side, stretched out his fingers to pick his hair, and said faintly: "Luo Chen, you, what about you, you can run freely in the Great Wilderness, taste the delicious prey of the Great Wilderness every day, you can practice swordsmanship, go to the end of the world with that little madman, hunt for treasures everywhere, and even have a beautiful girl to accompany you in the future, all this is really wonderful!"

"Beiling..."Luo Chen let him brush his hair and didn't move.

Luo Chen could feel the murderous aura and resentment on Bei Ling's body, he had always thought that his father Bei Lin's death was because he refused to save him, Bei Ling had always held a grudge, and today he was afraid that he would be killed. There is a great misunderstanding in the middle, Bei Lin is not only Bei Ling's father, but also Luo Chen's master, how can he bear not to save him? But there are some things that are powerless.

Bei Ling brushed Luo Chen's hair little by little, and continued to take care of himself: "But you are so free, have you ever thought about what it is like to be a dead person? was poisoned and rotted his five internal organs, his throat was sealed, and his cold body was burned by a fire, and there was no proof that he was once alive, you said that if there is such a thing as a soul, then will he also take revenge like Zhang Xinqi?"

"I really couldn't do anything about it. Luo Chen was told by him, and there were tears in his eyes.

Bei Ling laughed, he pulled out a long sword, cut off a strand of Luo Chen's hair, and cut off a strand of his own, threw the two strands of hair into the sky together, and said coldly: "You and I used to be brothers, and today we cut off our hair and righteousness, and life and death have nothing to do with it." ”

"Do you really want to do this?" Luo Chen's voice trembled and asked, "Can't you really believe me?"

"I'm asking you a question, Luo Chen. Bei Ling moved three steps behind him, and said, "If you are killed by the person you trust the most, as an apprentice like a relative, will your soul return to the tribe like Zhang Xinqi to take revenge?"

"I ..... have a clear conscience. Luo Chen raised his head and slowly closed his eyes to the sun, a crystal tear running down his cheek.

"Then you go to death with a clear conscience!"

Bei Ling's face suddenly turned hideous, he raised the long sword in his hand, and the surging power of qi and blood rose all over his body, the long sword in his hand turned into the sickle of death, with a large amount of red divine power attached to it, he remembered that Luo Chen did not cultivate, but his strength was two thousand catties, and he was a mortal who was so strong that he was perverted, so his sword exerted sixty percent of his strength, he wanted to cut off Luo Chen's left arm, then another arm, then a leg, and another leg, he couldn't allow Luo Chen to die easily, and he didn't allow him to suffer only physical pain!

"Dang!"

The Qingfeng sword turned into a streamer and crossed in front of Luo Chen's arm, blocking Beiling's fierce sword. Bei Ling was shocked back three steps, only to see a blue light slowly flowing from the Qingfeng Sword, as if flowing water like divine power wrapped it, and Luo Chen's Shenyang Acupoint was also faintly glowing. Luo Chen slowly opened his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"You have the right to avenge the dead, and I also need to live for the living, I can't die, therefore, I can only fight with you!"

"You guy actually has cultivation!"

Bei Ling looked at his sword, leaving a deep gap, which was left by the Qingfeng sword like scrap iron, and at this time, this broken sword was floating out of thin air, blooming with divine light. And Luo Chen, who had always been considered a mortal, also had a pure qi rising from his body, which was as sharp as a knife, not to mention the power of the third order.

"There are a lot of things we can't predict, like, I can't imagine that you will be mixed with these weird monsters, and it seems that you can control them, and there are other people behind you, but these things must not have been made by the Wild Mountain. ”

"Clever. ”

Bei Ling's eyes burned with red bloodshots, he had long been eager to fight Luo Chen. At a time when everyone had not attained cultivation, he was the first of the mortal bodies, no matter how old he was, no mortal body was his opponent, at that time he was a sun, a person who worked hard, and in front of Luo Chen, he was just a shadow. And when after the Blood Rite, after Luo Chen was confirmed as a mortal, Bei Ling was not so happy, because he wanted to defeat him in an open and honest way. However, when he became a monk with a layer of blood condensation, Luo Chen came back alive from the Great Wilderness, and with the body of a mortal, he had no power to fight back against Lei Zhen, and he also took the three swords of Jingnan and let him take him as an apprentice. And what about him Beiling, can he do it? No, in terms of skill, he can only have a draw with Lei Zhen, and in the face of Luo Chen, even if he is a barbarian, he has no chance to resist.....

Why is he so strong as a foreigner? He is valued by everyone, and even his biological father has to pass on his alchemy skills.

Beilin, you old fellow, you are a great barbarian doctor and alchemist, who has been wise all his life, and he died at the hands of his most trusted disciple....

Bei Ling's anger fell from the sky, his body was like steam, a large amount of red smoke was raised, as if the dim momentum of the demon burst out from his body, he waved the long sword in his hand viciously, like a storm rushed towards Luo Chen, in the blink of an eye, his sword swung dozens of times, the light and shadow of the sword, reflecting the remnant sun on the wasteland.

Luo Chen held the sword in one hand, and confronted Beiling at the same speed, their battle was extremely fast, the power collided on the blade, Luo Chen felt a burst of pain in his hand holding the sword, Beiling's strength was too strong, he parried a little reluctantly, and couldn't help but roar: "You guy, where did you get such strong strength!"

Three months ago, when he didn't leave the Manshan Division, Beiling at that time only had the cultivation of the first order of blood condensation, and the strength of his body was within two thousand catties, but today, he shot like lightning, swung his sword like the wind, and swung a sword with a power of at least three thousand catties. The cultivation on his body was only three months before the third and fourth orders, how could he become so powerful!?

"If a man wants revenge, he can gain incredible power!"

"You're lying. ”

Bei Ling's eyes flashed a thick red color, his attack was as crazy as those giant beasts, his sword was not as strong as Luo Chen's Qingfeng sword, but he was just slashing sword by sword, letting the long sword in his hand slowly shatter without pity. Luo Chen felt that this guy was a little pitiful, and his mind was overwhelmed by hatred. Luo Chen's tiger's mouth was shocked with black blood, and he no longer cared about the pain, this was a battle of life and death!

"Edgeworth!"

Luo Chen roared, exerted the spiritual power of his whole body, turned into a strong wind of qi training, and forced back Bei Ling, who was like a madman. His hands formed the magic seal of the imperial sword, and a thick blue divine light covered the Qingfeng sword, giving it the broken sword body infinite divine power, and the green blade let out a long roar, turning into countless phantoms, and slashed towards Beiling with supreme power.

"Bloody Dust Slash!"

Bei Ling sneered and roared, the qi and blood in his body condensed on his hands, that was the most condensed power, and it was also the most powerful brute method that Bei Ling could now cast, it condensed all the power of Bei Ling's qi and blood in his hands, and was transmitted by Bei Ling on the sword body, turning into an invisible sword qi, cutting out like a gale, destroying everything.

Luo Chen's Qingfeng Sword turned into blue light, Bei Ling's blood and dust slash turned into red light, and the power of these two third-order cultivators collided fiercely, setting off a huge wave, and the wind blew, uprooting the flowers and plants on the ground. These two forces cancel each other out and dissipate in the wind.

However, Bei Ling's sword shattered, turned into countless long sword fragments, and flew towards Luo Chen. Luo Chen stretched out his hands and gathered a blue divine light barrier, blocking most of the fragments of the long sword, but there were still a few fragments, which grazed past Luo Chen's body, bringing up a large area of black blood.

"I'm really curious as to why your blood is black. ”

Bei Ling stared at Luo Chen, who was knocked to the ground, with a sense of victory in his eyes. Although his sword was shattered, Luo Chen was finally defeated by him. For the first time, yes, Luo Chen was knocked down from the front by him for the first time!

"Do you really want to know?"

Luo Chen got up from the ground, his body was rubbed by those long sword fragments out of more than a dozen wounds, although the injuries were not deep, but the blood flowed everywhere, shocking. Luo Chen looked at Bei Ling indifferently, and said softly: "These dozen wounds, the blood in one place, I didn't give my master filial piety to the end, and I should have flowed!"

Luo Chen had never exerted all his strength, but he summoned the immortal cultivator who had a vision to descend to the mortal world and exonerate him, among the third-order cultivators, who could be his opponent? Even if Bei Ling was inextricably linked with those weird demon beasts, even if his strength was unpredictable, even if he far surpassed the ordinary third-order cultivators, but in front of Luo Chen, he was always just a third-order monk!

"Edgeworth, slash!"

The Qingfeng Sword Changming flew and turned into a sharp phantom. Bei Ling's eyes widened, trying to escape, but his body didn't have time to react. In the long shadow pulled by the setting sun, a long sword slashed across Beiling's neck.

There was no blood, no heads on the ground, everything was quiet.

Only a strand of hair slowly fell to the ground.

"You saved my life, and now I give it back to you. You, let's go. ”