Immortality Martial Arts: Starting from the Sword Drawing Technique

The cold sword edge was placed on the neck of the man in the wild boar mask, and the edge penetrated the soul.

He retreated hastily, trying to dodge.

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

Only the man in the wild boar mask knew that he had been avoiding, but no matter how hard he kept retreating, the bone-chilling sword edge stuck to his neck like a maggot attached to the bone.

"I will fight with you!"

The man in the wild boar mask knew that he could not avoid it, so he gritted his teeth, a fierce light burst out from his eyes, and he rushed towards Lin Bei with the broken knife in hand.

Since his neck was still held up by the long sword, and his broken sword was not as long as the Eight-sided Han Sword, his charge was as if he was committing suicide, wiping his neck towards the blade.

In fact, he really wanted to die with Lin Bei!

However, how could Lin Bei follow his will? He clenched his hands and fingers, twisted his waist, made a slight mistake in his steps, and suddenly drew back the sword that was close to the neck of the man in the wild boar mask!

Bah--

There was the sound of blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the sounds of broken muscles and bones.

A big head flew up, spinning rapidly in the air, blood spurting out, like a top being whipped by a whip.

Man in boar mask, die!

After killing his opponent, Lin Bei still had a fierce look in his eyes. He jumped over the corpse and ran forward, his legs trembling with electricity and afterimages.

"Fire the arrow quickly!"

Not far ahead, seven crossbowmen were horrified. They roared, pointed their crossbows at the oncoming figure, and suddenly pulled the trigger.

It turned out that Lin Bei was dragging 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 dare to fire arrows in order not to accidentally hurt one of their own.

Then, he could hide behind the man in the wild boar mask and approach these crossbowmen at extremely fast speeds.

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Arrows flew across the sky and exploded, and a continuous rain of arrows enveloped the north of the forest.

Behind Lin Bei, the man in the ape mask who was chasing after wielding gold and silver sticks had to temporarily avoid the sharp arrows and chose to retreat temporarily.

Only Lin Bei gave a long laugh and rushed forward. He waved the long sword in his hand and cut off the arrows that shot towards his head, leaving other parts of the body alone.

Ding ding ding!

Continuous arrows shot at Lin Bei, but were blocked by his fish scales. There was only a sound of gold and iron clashing, but they could not hurt him at all.

The not-so-distant distance was quickly shortened. Lin Bei was wearing armor and coming with a sword. The cold light shone on the iron clothes, majestic and majestic, like the god of death coming!

"escape!"

The sight of this invincible figure reflected in the eyes of all the crossbowmen. They were so horrified that they abandoned their crossbows and ran away in confusion.

However, these people are just ordinary people found by the two men in the ape mask. When they pick up the crossbow, they can surround and kill the seventh-level Qi and blood warriors. But when they put down the crossbow, they are no harder to kill than pigs!

Those who kill will always be killed!

Lin Bei didn't care whether they were cultivated or not, and he didn't care whether they were forced by others.

Since they cooperated with the two of them to surround and kill him, he would have no burden to fight back!

Lin Bei's figure was like the wind, and his thick armor did not slow him down much. Instead, it added a touch of battlefield killing aura, which was extremely evil.

The sword was swung out and the head rolled down!

Lin Bei was like a butcher among the crowd. Every time he swung his sword, he would bring up a cloud of blood and harvest a human life!

There was a sound of flesh and blood flying, accompanied by shrill screams. In just a moment, Lin Bei killed all seven of the fleeing crossbowmen!

With low cultivation or even no cultivation at all, they were unable to resist Lin Bei, a warrior wearing heavy armor and holding a sharp sword.

Uh-huh!

Lin Bei's Eight-sided Han Sword pierced the last person from behind, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

"The last one left!"

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

Lin Bei was holding the Eight-sided Han Sword, the tip of the sword pointed at the ground, and blood was dripping down.

He turned around suddenly and looked at the last enemy.

Holding a pair of gold and silver sticks, the man in the ape mask rushed towards him, but stopped dead in his tracks!

At this moment, he was holding a short stick in both hands and looked at Lin Bei, who was covered in blood. When he looked into those sharp knife-like eyes, he felt an icy chill seeping into his soul, making him involuntarily feel timid.

"Escape will lead to death, now the only option is to give it a try!"

The man in the ape mask took a deep breath to dispel the fear in his heart. Although he knew he was not his opponent, he had no choice but to face him head on.

Lin Bei's speed was obvious to everyone, and it was definitely not something he could escape from.

At this moment, if you fight to the death, there is still a glimmer of hope!

"kill!"

In order to suppress the fear in his heart, the man in the ape mask roared, and the power of blood surged wildly in his body. He waved his gold and silver sticks and charged towards Lin Bei!

The gold and silver sticks were both made of iron ore and were extremely thick. They were swung in the air, causing waves of dull sound to break through the air, and they hit Lin Bei's head hard!

Lin Bei's face was expressionless, his eyes were sharp, and he waved the long sword in his hand. The sword's edge was as sharp as a sword, and it collided with the pair of short sticks!

clang--

The dull sound of the collision of gold and iron made people's eardrums hurt.

"It's so strong..."

The ape mask's expression changed slightly, the hands holding the short stick went numb, and his guts felt a certain impact!

"His sword is not an ordinary sword, its weight is probably no less than my double sticks!"

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

Normally, no matter how sharp and hard the sword is, it will still suffer some hidden losses if it comes into head-to-head contact with an iron rod.

However, Lin Bei used the Eight-sided Han Sword to collide with the ape-masked man's double sticks. The latter felt as if both sides were holding iron rods and fighting each other.

Obviously, Lin Bei's Eight-sided Han Sword was not made from ordinary iron ore. Its thickness is far beyond that of ordinary swords, and its weight is not much heavier than his iron rod!

"open!"

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

Then the muscles in his legs tightened and he ran wildly. Then he jumped up, using his waist as an axis, and stepped down hard 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 appeared under his feet. Before he could stand still, his opponent jumped up into the air, using his knees as weapons, and stepped hard towards him.

Without any time to think, the man in the ape mask held a pair of short sticks in front of him, hoping to withstand the opponent's attack.

However.

With a "clang" sound, Lin Bei's knees were protected by armor, as if two mountains had hit the iron rod of the man in the ape mask.

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

Bang!

The man in the ape mask slid for more than ten meters, his hands were split open, and he could no longer hold on. He was heavily stomped on his chest by a knee, and blood rushed to his throat.

"die!"

Pressing his opponent to the ground, Lin Bei grabbed the ape mask man's head with one hand, put the sword on his neck with the other, and gave him a fierce stroke!

Pfft——

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Lin Bei stood up slowly, holding the head in one hand and the Eight-sided Han Sword in the other. His whole body was covered in blood, and his eyes were as ferocious as wild beasts!

He slowly turned around, looked into the secret place in the darkness, and shook the hand holding his head violently.

The head crossed a high parabola and rolled to the ground dozens of meters away. After rolling twice, 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 roar. Coupled with the blood-soaked fish scale armor, the cold light was sharp, and the ferocious aura soared into the sky, which was intimidating.