The personal master of the beautiful president

Every wall of blood is built by Badrate's spiritual power, and it is indestructible. Even if the bullets of the sniper rifle hit it, it will leave only a white spot at most.

However, in front of Wu Xiaojian, these blood walls didn't even have the function of blocking them at all, and they were easily pierced through like white paper.

In the end, under the horrified eyes of countless people, Badrate was split in half with a single sword!

With a sound of "噗嗤", Badrate's body was directly chopped open by the Wuxiao Sword, turned into mud, and fell down.

There was a long silence.

Until a certain moment, someone murmured, "Badlat... is dead?"

"The Northern Emperor won? The Northern Emperor won!"

After a brief silence, loud cheers erupted from the sky and the ground, and the scene was like a thousand troops crossing the river.Everyone was elated, with the joy of the rest of their lives on their faces, even giants like Nazor and Camilla breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

"No, you are too happy."

Until a certain moment, Master Wuji spoke in a deep voice, pulling everyone back from the joyful atmosphere.

Everyone was stunned, then raised their heads and looked at Lin Bei who was stepping on the void. Sure enough, he saw his long hair fluttering, holding a sword in one hand, and his face showed no excitement of winning the battle.On the contrary, there is also a dignified color.

"Could it be..." Someone thought of something, but before he finished the complete sentence, a moan full of anger resounded in everyone's ears like a shock.

"Damn Northern Emperor, how dare you do this!"

After an angry groan, countless blood gathered from all directions. Under the dumbfounded gaze of the crowd, first condensed human feet, thighs, chest, arms, and finally, Badrate's disgusting face The face appeared again under the eyes of everyone.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

It felt like a basin of cold water fell from the sky, extinguishing all their passion and excitement.

This is a devil!

It's a demon!
His body had been split in half, yet he was able to put it back together again, without much damage, and he could move freely!

This is the horror of alien races!
It's no wonder that in the age of martial arts, the great powers of the human race joined forces and showed unprecedented unity, but they could only be on par with other races.

"Magic Sword!"

Staring at Lin Bei closely, Badrate raised his hand and saw a blood-colored vortex appeared under his feet. From the blood-colored vortex, a blood-colored sword rose slowly, and then It was grabbed by Badratt.

The moment Badrate's right hand held the hilt of the sword, there was a rhythmic muffled sound of "dong dong dong", and everyone could hear the beating sound of the heart from the magic sword!

"what is this……"

Everyone turned pale with horror, looking at the great sword held by Badrate in horror, feeling a sense of nausea and shudder.

"This is a symbol of a top-level spiritual weapon," Nazor explained: "When a spiritual weapon reaches a top level, it can evolve into life, which is called animate. And this magic sword is obviously already equipped with life. It has reached the level of a top spiritual weapon..."

"Badlat is the great power of the blood race, the top master of the Dao realm, and it is not surprising that he has such a level of spiritual weapon." Master Wuji shook his head.

"Northern Emperor, you have a top-level spiritual weapon, and so do I, die for me!"

Badrate roared, he held the magic sword, and walked with the sword, a sword split a scattered black sword flower, stirring up the surrounding air with the sound of sparks bursting.

On the opposite side, Lin Bei stood proudly in the void, showing no signs of fear. On the contrary, there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.

"Do you think that I am a top spiritual weapon, are you blind!"

As soon as the words fell, Lin Bei pinched the sword formula again.

A clear and crisp sword cry sounded in everyone's ears.

The Wuxiao Sword turned into a golden rainbow, and slashed towards the magic sword in Badrate's hand at a speed beyond the naked eyes of ordinary warriors.

"Clang clang clang", the two long swords collided, and there was a crisp echo of metal pairs colliding together.

Although Lin Bei used sword tactics to control Wuxiao Sword from a long distance, it was more powerful than the magic sword held by Badrate.Under Lin Bei's storm-like attack, Badrate could only fight and retreat. Every time he collided, the magic sword in his hand would let out a painful squabble, as if he was overwhelmed.

And Badrate himself also felt that he couldn't bear it. When he collided several times, the magic sword shook so much that his right hand hurt, and he almost couldn't grasp the hilt.

"how can that be?"

Badrate was terrified. Like Lin Bei's Wuxiao Sword, the Demon Sword had always been regarded as his trump card and was rarely used.But now, even if he uses it, he is not Lin Bei's opponent, and he can't even achieve a tie, so he can only be beaten passively.

"Could it be that the sword in his hand is not a top-level spiritual weapon, but a divine weapon that surpasses the level of a spiritual weapon?"

When this thought flashed by, even Badrate himself was taken aback.

Divine soldier!
That is a weapon that can only be manipulated by gods!

With Lin Bei's strength, how could he be able to control it?

However, if this golden sword is not a magic weapon, then what is it? Lin Bei's strength is not as good as his own, so how could he possibly be able to force himself so that he has no power to fight back?

Just when Badrat was thinking hard.

Over there, Lin Bei had already stepped out, he raised his hand, and the Wuxiao Sword returned to his hand.

I saw Lin Bei's black hair flying, his clothes swaying, and the Wuxiao Sword flashed in his hand, and the next moment he spewed out a long golden light.

"I am a mighty human race, you little alien race dares to make me submit, do you think you are worthy!?"

With a sound of "铛", the Wuxiao Sword slammed heavily on the Demon Sword, causing the Demon Sword to buzz and the entire body of the sword trembled.

Badrate took dozens of steps back before he could stabilize his figure, his eyes were full of horror.

"I am the leader of the Heaven Ranking in China, and you are just a blood clan surviving in the world. If I kill your descendants, what can you do!?"

With a sound of "铛", it was another sword, this sword was heavier than the previous one.When the sword struck, Badrate's hands hurt from the magic sword bounce, and he almost couldn't grasp the hilt.

But even so, he didn't dare to let go, he could only support it hard.

Taking the third step, Lin Bei held the sword in both hands, like an ancient British royal knight, ready to strike the final blow.

"You have repeatedly been aggressive, asking me to sacrifice the Wuxiao Sword, and asking me to forcefully exercise my kung fu. Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant!?"

After the last word, Lin Bei waved his sword with both hands, and everyone saw that a huge golden sword light rushed down like a waterfall, and hit Badrate's magic sword heavily.

"Crack" sound.

Under Wu Xiaojian's powerful sword, the magic sword was finally overwhelmed, and finally broke!
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