At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Unstoppable.

This thought came to Lin Beichen's mind.

The power of the kendo grandmaster is extraordinary, and it is definitely not something that his third-level martial artist realm can resist now.

It doesn't work either.

The body has reacted before the mind does.

As soon as his body moved, he leaned back tactically for the first time.

Shout!

The sword almost grazed his sideburns.

Laugh at!

A touch of coldness jumped over his sideburns.

A few strands of broken hair flew in the air.

"Old Yu!"

Yu Wanlou's eyes burst out with ecstatic light.

At the moment of life and death, he grasped the opportunity of that moment, and regardless of anything else, a lazy donkey rolled, instantly widened the distance between him and Lin Beichen, and jumped towards the broken wall hole that the sword was poured into before.

Lin Beichen frowned and did not chase.

He felt it, and a touch of cold sword intent swam along the subtle wound between his sideburns.

He dodged very quickly just now, but he was still injured by the sword qi.

He raised his hand and touched the wound.

Fingertips red.

Bleeding.

But it's not the flesh wounds that are in trouble.

It's that cold sword aura.

This sword qi had already followed the wound and began to invade the skull.

How terrifying is the sword aura of a strong person at the level of a great master of the sword?

It stands to reason that after being bruised by this sword qi, a martial artist in the third-level martial artist realm has no way to resist at all, and he will immediately shatter his skull, and his brain will burst and die.

But Lin Beichen only felt slightly cold.

He subconsciously activated his Xuan Qi, and as soon as he circled his skull, an orange-red glimmer flashed, and this cold chill disappeared in an instant.

The slight wound on the sideburns still has beads of blood coming out.

Before the water attribute Xuan Qi, it was healing.

Today's fire attribute Xuan Qi seems to be refining, dismantling, and quenching the body?

Not sure yet.

However, the magic of its power is definitely not weaker than the water attribute Xuanqi.

Lin Beichen thought in his heart, and he sensed it carefully again, and was relieved to make sure that the cold sword qi was really completely removed.

Rumble!

The wooden wall of the box was blasted open by Weili.

A tall old man with gray hair flew in with Yu Wanlou.

This old man is two meters tall, burly, gray hair, and an ordinary face, but there is a shocking sword mark, which is split from between the eyebrows to the right, almost splitting his entire face into two pieces, and now the wound is healed, it is still terrifying, you can imagine how heavy the injury was at the beginning.

It's so heavy and murderous.

Lin Beichen was secretly frightened.

The burly old man's eyes opened and closed, and the essence in his eyes was like sword light, and when he looked at him, it was as if countless sharp swords were piercing, which made Lin Beichen feel a tingling palpitation.

"That's him...... Old Yu, slaughter him for me. ”

Yu Wanlou stood beside the burly old man and roared like a wounded beast.

The burly old man is his guardian Yu Lao.

Old Yu's gaze moved away from Lin Beichen's body, swept in the messy private room, saw Zhu Zhiwen's body on the ground that was cut into two pieces, and then looked at several other noble young men who were killed, his pupils shrank slightly.

"You killed all these people?"

He looked at Lin Beichen again.

"So what?"

Lin Beichen sneered and looked at him.

"At a young age, you are so ruthless and murderous, let you grow up alive, wouldn't you want to be bloody all over the world and become a generation of demon stars? ”

Old Yu was condescending, and said lightly: "But, little guy, if you are a god, you can kill yourself, and the old man will leave you a whole corpse." ”

Lin Beichen smiled.

He raised his middle finger—

"Silly dick. ”

Can you say such shameless words?

Kendo Grandmaster, nothing more than that.

Anger appeared on Old Yu's face.

The change in his expression caused the change in his muscles to affect the red sword marks, and the more he was angry, he said: "I don't know how to lift, although you are a god, but you have created such a killing, even the temple can't protect you, I wanted to give the temple a little dignity, but now...... Die!"

Syllable.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Very familiar action.

Lin Beichen looked at Yu Wanlou on the side.

The reason was found.

This low-level pretending method turns out to be in the same vein.

Yu Wanlou laughed angrily and said, "Haha, surnamed Lin, you just hit Yu Lao's sword, and your strength is like a skull, as long as Yu Lao triggers, you must be ......."

At this, he suddenly stopped with a shocked expression.

Because Lin Beichen stood in place dignifiedly, not only did he not have a cranial explosion, but he didn't even have a trace of pain.

He immediately remembered that when he used [True Dragon Ziyan] to snap his fingers to kill Lin Beichen, he was also like this, and there was no reaction.

The air was suddenly quiet again.

Old Yu was stunned, a hint of surprise appeared on his face, and said, "You can actually suppress my cold ice sword qi?"

Suppress your sister.

Lin Beichen was speechless.

The master and the guards were indeed sent to reincarnate on the back of a ghost.

"Come on, since you are so unrepentant, the old man will personally take action to fulfill you. ”

Yu Lao's face was cold.

The chill flows.

The six-edged ice crystals visible to the naked eye suddenly condensed, like snowflake spirit crystals, whirlpooling and flying around him.

Ice and Mystery Qi.

The arrogant woman next to her couldn't help but widen her eyes when she saw this scene.

Kendo Grandmaster-level Ice Mysterious Qi, whose comprehension and mastery of power far surpass her, and she can learn to imitate it.

In addition, it is also a very happy thing to see Lin Beichen die in front of him.

In Yu Lao's eyes, the killing machine flashed, and he was about to make a move.

At this time—

"Wait. ”

Lin Beichen suddenly spoke.

Old Yu's movements froze slightly, and he sneered: "What other words do you have?"

Yu Wanlou looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "The surname is Lin, are you afraid?" Now even if you kneel down and beg for mercy, even if you break your head and knock your brain out, I won't spare you...... Old Yu, don't kill him, I want to live!"

When he said this, the hatred and resentment in his tone made even the proud woman feel terrified.

It is conceivable that Lin Beichen would be miserable if he fell into the hands of Yu Wanlou alive.

Qianqian and Qianqian listened with a daze.

Lin Beichen laughed: "Whether I will knock my brain out, I don't know, but you ......"

With that, he raised his hand.

Syllable.

Also snapped his fingers.

"But you're dead. ”

The smile on Lin Beichen's face froze little by little, turning into an undisguised fierce and cold killing intent.

The atmosphere in the private room instantly tightened.

Yu Wanlou chuckled in his heart.

But when I felt it carefully, there was no abnormality.

Yu Lao sneered: "So make a fool, old man ......"

The voice did not fall.

Crash!

An orange-red flame emerged from Yu Wanlou's body.

This happened without warning.

So much so that Yu Wanlou himself reacted when he saw the flickering fire in front of him, and when he looked down, he saw that the flames had spread to his hands, arms, chest, abdomen, and legs......

to the whole body.

The flames were blazing.

At this time, a sharp pain that is indescribable in words came out.

"I ...... Nope!"

In Yu Wanlou's mind, he subconsciously thought of the scene of the previous aristocratic young men who were instantly turned into ashes after being hit by Lin Beichen's flame power, and the surging fear overwhelmed him like a flood.

He immediately let out a terrible and desperate scream.

He panicked and used the little [True Dragon Purple Flame] power left in his body to fight.

But this only slowed down the process of his burning to ashes.

But the painful process of burning himself in the fire was directly extended. It was as if the soul was scorched by the flames of hell, which made the little prince roar a few times, and his voice was completely hoarse, and his whole body curled up and fell.

"Old Yu...... Save...... Save me. ”

He stretched out his hand and grabbed at Old Yu.

But Yu Lao retreated like a snake and scorpion.

"Imperial Road Dragon Flame?"

The stout old man let out a terrified roar.

Being able to make a kendo master so frightened shows how terrifying this rumored head of the three great fires is.

Lin Beichen wasn't sure if his flame attribute was really [Imperial Road Dragon Flame].

But whether it is black fire or white fire, if it can burn the enemy, it is good fire.

"Ahh......h It hurts......"

Yu Wanlou wailed, rolling on the ground, struggling.

Suddenly, he jumped up suddenly, knelt directly at Lin Beichen, and roared: "I was wrong, don't kill me...... I...... I don't want to die yet...... I'm still young...... I'm the little prince. ”

He kowtowed with a bang.

In the flames, he almost knocked his brain out.

Lin Beichen's face was expressionless.

"I'll give it to you again. Even if you knock your brains out, I won't let you go...... Today, I will kill you. ”

He spoke word by word.

Yu Wanlou has been completely overwhelmed by the flames.

He turned his head to Old Yu again and said, "Save ...... Save...... Save ......"

Old Yu's face changed in shock, his heart moved, and he rushed directly towards Lin Beichen, extremely fast, like a streamer, and said: "Little bastard, stop quickly, otherwise the old man will kill you!"

He wanted to surround Wei and save Zhao.

Lin Beichen sighed in his heart, and he had to take action again.

But here it is—

Shout!

A sword light shot out from the night sky in the distance.

Just like when Yu Lao rescued Yu Wanlou before, this sword light seemed to be extremely far away, but it was instantaneous, containing a terrifying power of annihilation, piercing Yu Lao's heart.

It was Yu Lao, at this moment, his heart was also shocked.

He couldn't care about Lin Beichen anymore, but twisted his body stiffly, raised his hand and drew his sword in his hand, and slashed out with a sword.

Bite!

A sword thud sounded.

But Yu Lao's figure flew out as if it had been struck by lightning.

At the same time—

"Who dares to touch my disciples?"

A familiar voice rang out.

Everyone in the private room only felt that their eyes were glazed.

An old man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of Lin Beichen.

It was Ding Sanshi.

And it was also at this time that an infinite resentful and poignant roar lengthened and slowly came to an end.

The power of [True Dragon Purple Flame] is invincible to the orange-red flame after all.

The little prince Yu Wanlou escalated and fell to the ground, completely out of breath.

Then a gust of wind blew.

Soot drifted away.

The most beloved grandson of King Hai'an disappeared into the world.

Not even the ashes remained.

"Master, help me stop that old dog. ”

Lin Beichen shouted.

Ding Sanshi nodded, turned his head to look at Old Yu.

The latter suddenly felt that he was covered and locked by the terrifying killing intent, and his body did not dare to move.

But Lin Beichen burst into trouble, and directly punched the last few remaining aristocratic youths on one side, directly blasting them, turning them into flames and ashes on the spot.

"No, no, no, don't kill me......"

The haughty woman retreated in terror, pleading bitterly.

"The heart is like a snake and scorpion, and you are not a good thing, die. ”

Lin Beichen's eyes were cold, full of murderous intent, and his movements did not stop at all, and he punched out again.

Orange-red flames surged.

"Ah......h

The arrogant woman swung her sword to block, but was directly punched away, the famous sword in her hand was taken off, her arm was broken with a click, and the person was in mid-air, the fire flashed, turning into a cloud of flying ashes and scattering.

The corners of Ding Sanshi's mouth staggered.

This apprentice is so murderous.