Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 76 Who else!
The icy sword's edge rested on the neck of the man in the wild boar mask, and the sharpness pierced people's hearts.

He retreated hastily, trying to dodge.

But Lin Bei's footsteps staggered on the ground, dragging across footprints and scratches, but the sword in his hand was still firmly placed on the opponent's neck, as if forcing the opponent to retreat.

Only the man in the wild boar mask knew that he was actually avoiding all the time, but he was allowed to back up again and again, but the cold edge of the sword stuck to his neck like a maggot attached to the bone.

"I fought with you!"

Knowing that he couldn't dodge, the man in the wild boar mask gritted his teeth fiercely, a fierce light burst out in his eyes, and rushed towards Lin Bei with the broken knife in his hand.

Since his neck was still supported by the long sword, and his broken knife was not as long as the eight-faced Han sword, he swung his neck toward the blade as if committing suicide.

In fact, he really wanted to die with Lin Bei!
However, how could Lin Bei do what he wanted? He clenched his hands and fingers, twisted his waist, stepped slightly, and the sword that was attached to the man's neck in the wild boar mask suddenly yanked back!
blah-

The sound of flesh and blood flying, tendons breaking and fractures sounded.

A large head flew up and spun rapidly in the air, with blood shooting out like a spinning top being twitched by a whip.

Wild boar mask man, die!
After killing the opponent, the fierce light in Lin Bei's eyes was still there. He jumped over the corpse and ran forward. His legs were startled with electric cries, and afterimages burst out.

"Fight the arrows!"

Not far ahead, the seven crossbowmen paled in shock, shouted and aimed their crossbows at the charging figure, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

It turned out that Lin Bei dragged the man in the wild boar mask with his sword, in order to block the sight of the crossbowmen with his body, forcing them not to shoot arrows in order not to accidentally hurt their own people.

Then, he was able to hide behind the man in the wild boar mask and approach these crossbowmen at an extremely fast speed.

Shoutout!Shoutout!Shoutout!

Arrows flew by, the sound of piercing through the air exploded, and the continuous rain of arrows enveloped Lin Bei.

Behind Lin Bei, the ape-masked man who was chasing after him wielding a pair of gold and silver sticks had no choice but to temporarily evade the incoming arrows, and chose to retreat temporarily.

Only Lin Bei let out a long laugh, and his figure had already rushed forward, waving the long sword in his hand, cutting off arrows that shot at the head one after another, while ignoring other parts.

Ding Ding Ding!
Continuous arrows shot at Lin Bei's body, blocked by his fish scale armor, and there was only a sound of gold and iron colliding, but they couldn't hurt him at all.

The not-too-distant distance was quickly shortened, and Lin Bei came in armor, swinging a sword, the cold light on the iron clothes, majestic, as if the god of death descended!
"escape!"

The invincible figure was reflected in the eyes of all the crossbowmen. They were terrified and abandoned their crossbows one after another, fleeing in embarrassment.

However, these people are just ordinary people found by the two men with ape masks. Picking up a bow and crossbow can encircle and kill warriors at the seventh level of energy and blood, but putting down the bow and crossbow is not as difficult to kill as a pig!

Murderers, people will always kill them!
Lin Bei doesn't care whether they have cultivation base or not, and doesn't care whether they are persecuted or not.

Since they cooperated with the two of them to surround and kill him, then he would have no burden to fight back!
Lin Bei's figure was like the wind, and his heavy armor didn't slow him down much, but instead added a bit of fighting spirit on the battlefield, which was overwhelming.

With a swing of the sword, the head rolled down!

Lin Bei is like a butcher digging through the crowd, every time he swings his sword, he will bring up a pool of blood and reap a life!
With the sound of flying flesh and blood, accompanied by screams, Lin Bei killed all the seven crossbowmen who were fleeing in just a moment!

With low or even no cultivation base, they have no strength to resist Lin Bei, a warrior in heavy armor and holding a sharp sword.

Swish!
Lin Bei's eight-faced Han sword pierced the last man from behind, and blood dripped down the tip of the sword.

"The last one left!"

Pulling out the long sword, the corpse fell heavily to the ground.

Lin Bei held the Eight-Faced Han Sword, pointing obliquely at the ground, blood dripping down.

He turned around abruptly, looking at the last enemy.

Holding a pair of gold and silver sticks, the man in the ape mask charged forward, but stopped short!
At this moment, holding the short stick in both hands, he looked at Lin Bei, who was covered in blood, and met those sharp knife-like eyes. He felt the coldness seep into his soul, making him shy involuntarily.

"If you run away, you will definitely die, and now you have to give it a go!"

The ape-masked man took a deep breath to dispel the timidity in his heart. Although he knew he was not his opponent, he had no choice but to confront him.

Lin Bei's speed is obvious to all, and it is definitely not something he can escape.

At this moment, with a desperate fight, there is still a glimmer of life!
"kill!"

In order to suppress the fear in his heart, the ape-masked man let out a loud roar, and the power of Qi and blood surged wildly in his body. He waved the gold and silver sticks and charged towards Lin Bei!

Both the gold and silver sticks were made of iron ore, they were extremely thick, and they waved in the air, making a dull sound of breaking through the air, and smashed hard at Lin Bei's head!
Lin Bei's face was expressionless, his eyes were sharp, and he swung the long sword in his hand. The sword's edge was like a horse, and it collided with the short sticks!
clang--

The dull sound of gold and iron colliding exploded, making people's eardrums hurt.

"It's so heavy..."

The expression of the ape mask changed slightly, and the hands holding the short stick went numb for a while, and the intuition felt that the internal organs had been hit to a certain extent!
"His sword is not an ordinary sword, its weight is probably no less than my double stick!"

As soon as he made contact, the man in the ape mask had a guess.

Normally, no matter how sharp and hard the sword is, if you go head-to-head with an iron rod, you will still suffer some dark losses.

However, when Lin Bei collided with the eight-faced Han sword and the monkey-masked man's double sticks, the latter felt as if both sides were fighting with iron bars.

Obviously, Lin Bei's Eight-Faced Han Sword was not cast from ordinary iron ore.Its thickness is far more than ordinary swords, and its weight is not much heavier than his iron rod!
"open!"

The energy and blood in Lin Bei's body surged, and his arms shook, forcing his opponent back.

Then his legs were tense, and he ran wildly, and then jumped up, using his waist as the axis, and stomped down on the opponent with the tips of his knees and elbows!

The man in the ape mask was shaken away by a huge force, and two deep scratches slid out of his feet. Before he could stand still, he leaped up from above his opponent, using his knees as weapons, and stomped hard towards him.

Before he had time to think about it, the ape-masked man held a pair of short sticks in front of him in order to resist the opponent's attack.

however.

With a crashing sound of "铛", Lin Bei's knees were protected by armor, as if two mountains had smashed into the iron rod of the ape-masked man.

A ferocious force stared at the man in the ape mask, and slid fiercely towards the rear, plowing out two deep ravines on the ground.

Bang!
The man in the ape mask slid a distance of more than ten meters, his hands were cracked, and he couldn't hold it anymore. He was trampled on his chest by the top of his knee, and blood gushed to his throat.

"die!"

Pressing his opponent firmly on the ground, Lin Bei grabbed the head of the man in the monkey mask with one hand, and put the sword on his neck with the other, and slashed hard!
puff-

Flesh and blood flew.

Lin Bei stood up slowly, holding his head in one hand, and the Eight-faced Han Sword in the other. He was covered in blood, and his eyes were as ferocious as a beast!

He turned around slowly, looked at the secret place in the darkness, and swung the hand holding the head violently.

The head crossed a high parabola, rolled down to the ground dozens of meters away, rolled twice, and the mask fell off, revealing a face with wide eyes.

"Who else--"

Lin Bei's eyes were cold, and he suddenly let out a long whistle. Coupled with the blood-soaked fish-scale armor, the cold light was cold, and the fierce aura soared to the sky, which made people daunting.

(End of this chapter)