The crowd was excited.

The anger of being oppressed and slaughtered, at this moment, was finally ignited and burning.

Even the ignorant children were infected by their parents and shouted 'fight'.

"You ...... Sin is unforgivable. ”

Bishop Rong's cruel and cold voice fell from the sky.

Boom!

The sea clan army below the mountain struck the armor with their weapons, making a metallic sound.

The sound was full of murderous energy, a prelude to death and killing.

Stampede, stomp!

The sound of neat footsteps is like the roar of the evil waves of the world.

A pair of Sea Clan armies, like moving steel and skeleton walls, slowly moved forward.

It's as if death is coming with a suffocating oppression.

"Lin Dashao, what should we do?"

Wu Fenggu's legs and stomach were weak, and his legs were constantly trembling.

The look of fear and horror also inevitably appeared on the faces of many Yunmeng people.

They are, after all, ordinary people.

Even if he is a martial arts powerhouse, when faced with the shadow of death, he will inevitably feel fear.

"Last Chance ......"

Bishop Rong was like a hunter who was molesting his caged prey, and his voice resounded: "Surrender or die." ”

There was silence on Konishi Mountain.

"Surrender to your uncle. ”

Lin Beichen smiled.

He looked at the faces around him who were full of trust and expectation for him, and said: "Come, men, women and children come with me, let us move in unison, compare life with you, and compare with old women......

Then he pointed at the sky and raised his middle finger fiercely.

This action is the universal body language of the plane.

The meaning is simple and crude.

I don't know who laughed.

Then more than 10,000 people brushed the sky and raised their middle fingers.

At this moment, Lin Beichen even wanted to fly into the sky to take a look.

It must have been spectacular.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

The fear that gripped the crowd seemed to be dispelled all at once.

Yes.

Laughter always brings courage and optimism.

"Stupid and lowly. ”

Bishop Rong, who was standing on the head of the giant Jiao, had a gloomy face like water.

In her long life, she has indeed never seen such a scene.

More than 10,000 people gave her the middle finger together.

She felt a huge insult.

"You will pay the most painful price for your stupid choices. Her arms were raised in the air, ready to be lowered slowly.

The cyan giant Jiao under its feet is also brewing a terrifying ice storm in its body.

An azure cold snap slowly erupted from its nostrils.

Its mouth, like a pool of blood, was slowly opening.

A bright blue light appeared in its throat.

As a frog with a lifespan of 500 years, it is inherently cruel and violent, allowing it to enjoy the frightened expressions of its opponents every time it breathes out of ice, as well as the beautiful picture of ice sculptures all over the ground after the killing.

It was a masterpiece of God's art.

And it feels like it's God.

Someday, it will make those who bind it, step on top of it, pay the price.

At the moment, it can only obediently and quietly wait for instructions.

However, Bishop Rong's arm did not finally fall.

On the Xiaoxi Mountain below, a milky white brilliance appeared on Lin Beichen's body.

He slowly floated into the air.

Immediately, a pair of huge white sword intents spread out behind him.

The brilliance of dazzling divine power flows.

A kind of coercion that frightened both her and the cyan giant Jiao under her feet slowly permeated.

"You can even use the divine power of the Sword Lord?"

Bishop Rong looked shocked: "This is impossible. ”

She had seen the battle video between Lin Beichen and Hei Lang Wuyan, and she also knew that Lin Beichen had inspired the divine power of the Sword Lord Monarch once, but the final judgment result was the divine power contained in the full moon clear light sword.

And now, the Great Bright Sword has been destroyed.

Where did Lin Beichen get his divine power?

"In your hands, there are oracle artifacts?"

Bishop Rong quickly reacted and made a judgment.

Lin Beichen crossed his hands on his hips and smiled triumphantly: "Haha, I didn't expect it." You withdraw now, let us get out of here, it's still too late, don't force me to make a big move. ”

Chu marks on the ground, Liu Qihai saw this scene, and couldn't help but draw a black line on his forehead.

Here it is again, and here it is.

Lin Dashao always can't avoid this style.

Even in such a time of life and death.

But the other nearly 10,000 Yunmeng people on Xiaoxi Mountain burned their fighting spirit and hope for survival at this moment.

They didn't know that the divine power that Lin Beichen was shining with at this time was not given by the Lord of the Sword, but actually came from the power of faith in their bodies.

The more they trust Lin Beichen, the more fanatical they are, and the more powerful Lin Beichen's power blooms throughout.

Especially Lin Beichen's casual and arrogant expression and language, which made Yunmeng people more and more excited and convinced, this young man must have a way to solve the dilemma in front of him.

As a result, the faith is strengthened.

Lin Beichen's divine power continued to climb and rise.

The look of surprise on Bishop Rong's face flickered, and he immediately sneered.

"This little bit of divine power is not enough to change anything, if you gather the Yunmeng people and declare the confidence of their departure, if this is the only thing, then I can only say that you are too naïve. ”

When Lin Beichen heard this, he rubbed his eyebrows with his middle finger.

"Do you believe it, I just need to make one action, and the next moment, you will kneel down to me in the sky and let me take what I want?"

He gestured frivolously.

"Even if the true body of the Sword Lord Monarch comes, it is impossible. ”

Bishop Rong looked at Lin Beichen, who was slowly floating with his sword wings stretched, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face, and said, "Everything you are rampaging in the Beihaitigou Terran world is like garbage on the side of the road to us Sea Clan, and it is not worth mentioning. ”

Lin Beichen laughed.

Laughing happily.

He smiled proudly.

The laugh is very poor.

"Really?"

He asked rhetorically, then slowly lifted an object in his hand.

A small yellow starfish.

There was a faint shimmer of light.

When the wind blows, it makes the sound of waves and tides.

"Does the garbage you talk about include this thing?"

Lin Beichen asked lightly.

At this moment, Bishop Rong's expression, which had always been cold and superior, completely froze.

Her eyes burst out with an unbelievably terrifying light.

Even the two tentacles on her forehead, as well as the two treacherous little pupils at the tips of the tentacles, stiffened suddenly.

"It can't ......"

She exclaimed.

Lin Beichen looked at him with a smile and said, "Kneel." ”

"How can you have ......"

Bishop Yung couldn't believe his eyes.

"I said ......"

Lin Beichen said word by word: "Kneel - ——!!! down"

The light of the small starfish in the hand increases.

A strange coercion pervaded.

There seems to be a turbulent tide rolling between heaven and earth.

Bishop Rong fell to his knees involuntarily.

Thousands of meters away.

High in the air.

Yu Ke'er, who was standing beside Prince Yu and a figure shrouded in a pale white mist, had a look of surprise on her face: "What is that?"

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The official account [Crazy Knife in Troubled Times] released the original picture of Mu Xinyue's character, and many book friends said that it was too good-looking, and they couldn't bear to be blackened, and they wanted a harem...... Haha, brothers, go pay attention to a wave and take a look. In the future, I will sort out the original painting of the Qin priest.