Lin Beichen saw it clearly.

This head is Liang Yuandao.

However, compared to Liang Yuandao before, he is a little thinner - just some, still fat and big-headed.

"It's really transformed...... Ada. ”

Lin Beichen would not be stupid enough to wait until the boss was completely completed, and directly slashed out with one sword, two swords, three purple-gold sword qi in a row, and three purple-gold sword qi.

Snort!

The light of the sword qi slashed over Liang Yuandao's head without any deviation.

Three smooth sword marks appeared.

The intact skull was neatly cut into three pieces and split open.

But in the next moment, as if it was a liquid robot in the Terminator, between the three skull fragments, strands of flesh stretched out, as if they were dense tentacles, sewing the rift directly......

The skull became finished again.

Liang Yuandao even smiled at Lin Beichen and squeezed his eyes.

"I'm Gan!"

Lin Beichen gasped for a bowl of cold skin.

What a terrifying recovery speed.

This is no longer the ability possessed by the Martial Dao Grandmaster Realm, right?

The next moment, he realized that he had thought of a nonsense.

In this world, there is absolutely no martial arts master who can regain his vitality and come back to life after his body has been cut into pure meat dumpling filling.

"Bold and wicked, I can see at a glance that you are not human......"

Lin Beichen shouted.

At this time, Liang Yuandao's entire body was suspended from the pool of blood, up and down his body, without an inch, dripping blood flowing down the folds of fat stacks.

He lost weight.

It's about 780 pounds to 360 pounds.

Although he is still a disgusting-looking fat man, he is definitely thin.

"I didn't expect that. ”

Liang Yuandao spoke, his voice became a little clearer, looked at Lin Beichen, and said, "I'm back again." ”

Lin Beichen did not speak.

The wings of his sword shook behind his back, and then he quickly struck.

Kill.

I don't force Lai Lai with you.

Recklessness is over.

The sword light flickered.

Figures are staggered.

Lin Beichen clearly felt that after the transformation, Liang Yuandao's speed and strength had increased.

In the body of this fat pig, there is a very strange power.

That kind of power was not directly reflected in Liang Yuandao's combat effectiveness, but just a trace of overflow would make Lin Beichen's mind throb uncontrollably.

Puff puff puff.

The faint sound of a blade cutting through meat rang out.

Blood was in the air.

Lin Beichen's figure,

Frozen in mid-air.

The purple gold divine sword in his hand, among the grooves of the sword ridge, there was a trace of blood like a bright red pearl, rolling down, rolling the tip of the sword and dripping to the ground, and at the same time that the dust finally smashed a pit, splashing a subtle smoke invisible to the naked eye.

A hundred meters away in the air, a blood line appeared on Liang Yuandao's waist.

Immediately, his whole body was disconnected from his waist, and his upper body fell down like losing support, and there was only a trace of flesh and blood at the back of his waist, and the whole person was folded and placed together like a cut ham sausage.

Such an injury, which was almost halved, was also extremely fatal for the Great Martial Arts Grandmaster.

But Liang Yuandao is obviously not dead.

He supported the ground with his hands, his upper and lower bodies were flush, his eyes were filled with blood-colored light, and he said lightly: "So that's the case, I understand, hehehe......"

Strands of granulation flesh spread out like tentacles from the wounds on the waist, and the upper and lower bodies were quickly stitched together.

Liang Yuandao recovered almost in a breath or two.

There wasn't even a scar left between his waist and abdomen.

"Hehe, come again. ”

Liang Yuandao waved at the pool of blood below.

A white bone flew out of it and landed in his hand, where he held it like a sword.

Shout!

The figure flickered.

Liang Yuandao took the initiative to attack.

And the swordsmanship adopted is somewhat similar to Lin Beichen's swords, one sword, two swords, and three swords.

"Some people imitate my face, and some people imitate my face...... Sword?"

Lin Beichen was taken aback.

This is blatant piracy.

Stinky and shameless.

He didn't dare to slack off.

The two fought hundreds of moves in a row.

Lin Beichen gradually discovered that his strongest sword move was no longer able to bring Liang Yuandao a threat.

And Liang Yuandao's swordsmanship is becoming more and more terrifying.

In the void, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the sword light was born and destroyed, and the two figures flickered and flickered, almost beyond the scope of the eyes of the low-level martial arts masters, even those gang bosses were almost blinded, and their eyes widened desperately, wanting to see some secrets of the masterful martial arts......

"Ah, wonderful, really wonderful. ”

The head of Wan Jianliu was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties, with a simple face, but at this time, his eyes were full of light, and he kept cheering loudly, and said: "I really didn't expect that Lin Beichen's swordsmanship cultivation would reach this realm, which is shocking...... Hey, this trick is so wonderful that it can only be understood. ”

The people around couldn't help but be surprised.

The head of this Ten Thousand Swords Stream, the legend is that he is a seventh-level martial arts master-level cultivator, in the category of the great grandmaster, it is considered to be below the average, and today he was not ordered by the provincial master, but ran to make up the number by himself, and the result was that he could clearly see the mystery of the battle between the two powerhouses at this time?

Could it be that the strength was hidden before?

Everyone couldn't help but be honest and honest with him

The head of Wan Jianliu raised the evaluation.

"Senior brother, can you actually see their fight clearly?"

Next to him, Wan Jianliu's senior sister asked with a look of admiration.

The expression of the honest and honest head of Wan Jianliu remained unchanged, and while cheering, he secretly whispered: "I didn't see it clearly." ”

"Then you ......"

"Oh, senior brother, I'm pretending, finally being able to participate in this kind of event, naturally I have to work hard to blend into this atmosphere, if I don't say a word or have a blank face, won't it seem that I am frustrated, and it will be a shame for our ten thousand sword streams. ”

When Senior Sister Wan Jianliu heard this, she suddenly had black lines on her forehead.

She was finally 100% sure that her senior brother, who had sometimes had head cramps, should be a fellow traveler of the little white-faced brain-dead Lin Beichen.

in the sky.

The battle continues.

Lin Beichen succeeded in swordsmanship several times.

But Liang Yuandao's healing ability is amazing.

Even a cracked wound can be healed in the blink of an eye.

If the battle goes on like this, it will never end.

Even an iron-blooded man like Lin Beichen, who has been bullying others with his terrifying and long-lasting output ability, is about to be a little unbearable.

Lin Dashao, who had mastered the water system [Water Ring Technique] and killed countless opponents alive, never imagined that one day, he would be 'used by others to give back to him'.

Retribution.

He was ruthless, and directly swallowed half a bottle of An Muxi [Powerful Pill], and then directly started the [Reverse Blood Qi Crazy Tactic].

Rumble!

The invisible energy coercion instantly erupted with Lin Beichen as the center.

"Kill. ”

He raised the Purple Gold Excalibur again.

Woohoo!

"Kenpachi. ”

Lin Beichen used the strongest sword technique he had mastered.

Swarm Combat Skill.

The sword qi broke through the air.

Purple-gold sword lines laid nets in the sky.

The staggering of figures.

The impact of the sword with the bone.

In the next instant, the battle ended.

Long white bones, the incisions staggered smoothly and fell to the ground.

Liang Yuandao's body stiffened in the void, and in the next moment, criss-crossing blood lines appeared on his body, and his whole person was like a broken building block, turning into geometric fragments of uniform size but different shapes, falling from the sky, and falling into the pool of blood below.

Lin Beichen breathed a sigh of relief.

He covered his right chest with one hand.

There was a short piece of white bone that pierced into the chest.

Little by little, the blood spilled out.

After all, it was still injured.