Here Comes The Immortal Swordsman Chapter 38

Chapter 38 Fighting Mu Xinyue (2)

Mu Xinyue slightly smiled and said, “Then please shower me with guidance.”

Lin Beichen nodded and said, “OK.”

He raised his hand to strike with the sword.

His figure was as fast as lightning.

He still performed the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes.

The sword was very fast.

The man was very arrogant.

Nevertheless, Mu Xinyue still slowly struck. Her every move seemed to pierce into the air. However, at the next moment, her sword crashed against Lin Beichen's long one miraculously.

Clang, clang, clang!

Again, three sparks spurted.

His move was blocked again.

Mu Xinyue softly said, “Well, Lin Beichen, give up. It's no use. No matter how many times you try, you'll still end up the same. Triple Sword Strikes are a kind of basic swordsmans.h.i.+p. There's a tackling method from long ago…”

Lin Beichen sneered. “Is it?”

Swish, swish, swis.h.!.+

Once Triple Sword Strikes were finished, the long sword in his hand suddenly spurted three sword shadows.

Shadows like fast lightning charged out.

The killer move Big Dipper Falling appeared in public at that moment.

Ding Sans.h.i.+ was one of the invigilator teachers, and his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

One sword brought three shadows?

It was a scene you could only see when one had reached a higher level of Big Dipper Falling, which was in the third stage.

Overnight, the little brat actually achieved what he could do today with the move?

Practicing swordsmans.h.i.+p in dreams was miraculously effective.

It was all of a sudden.

Clang!

A light sound of metal cras.h.i.+ng rang.

Mu Xinyue felt numb in the wrist and the long sword in her hand flew away from the blow.

Pfft, pfft!

There were two light sounds.

Splendid red blood spurted out of Mu Xinyue's two shoulders.

Lin Beichen's blade tip had already stuck against Mu Xinyue's throat.

If he pushed it forward for about 3 centimeters more, the Civilian Princess who had a lot of fans would perish.

A round of uncontrollable shouts rang below the ring.

Everyone was startled.

Did…

Did it end just like that?

Mu Xinyue directly froze.

She couldn't figure out what had happened yet.

“Tackling method?”

Lin Beichen sneered, “Why don't you tackle this?”

Mu Xinyue slowly collected herself.

Her face instantly paled.

She asked, “You didn't perform the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes. What's the last swordsmans.h.i.+p you performed?”

Lin Beichen said, “It's the fourth strike.”

“Is there a fourth strike in the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes?”

Mu Xinyue subconsciously looked down at Guan Feidu below the ring.

At this time, the expression of shock started to slowly expand on Guan Feidu's face.

Why was there a fourth close strike in the basic swordsmans.h.i.+p?

Weren't there supposed to be triple strikes?

What was going on?

Wu Xiaofang also felt shocked.

Never in the wildest dreams did he expect the well-prepared and promising Mu Xinyue to lose even without making her real killer move.

Furthermore, she lost so completely and so fast.

“Pfft!”

Wu Xiaofang felt angry and s.h.i.+vered from it. He spat out a mouthful of blood and could no longer see things clearly. He almost pa.s.sed out.

Why was that?

He didn't want to accept it.

Once Lin Beichen won the first place of the compet.i.tion, according to the contract, he wouldn't need to pay back or become a slave.

It meant no more chances for Wu Xiaofang to seek revenge.

“The battle is over, and Lin Beichen w…”

The invigilator teacher was going to announce the compet.i.tion result out loud.

“Hang on.”

Unexpectedly, Lin Beichen suddenly spoke to interrupt.

He looked at Mu Xinyue and sneered. “High-grade b.i.t.c.h Mu, I know you're very unwilling to admit defeat. You think I surprised you and performed new moves so you're caught off guard and lost.”

Mu Xinyue didn't speak.

However, the chilly and stubborn looks in her eyes explained everything.

Lin Beichen drew out his sword and stepped back, saying, “Well, come on. Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Heal yourself, and pick up your sword. We'll have this one more time. I'll teach you what real despair feels like.”

Mu Xinyue felt stunned.

The invigilator teacher also became stunned. He turned around to look at Chu Hen, the grade dean.

Chu Hen hesitated for a moment and slightly nodded.

The invigilator teacher didn't speak.

There was a burning flame in Mu Xinyue's eyes. “Alright. You'll regret it.”

Lin Beichen didn't say anything.

Mu Xinyue stopped the bleeding on her two shoulders and walked over to retrieve her sword that had been sent back flying.

Lin Beichen's two blows directly sc.r.a.ped past her shoulders. It was a slight cut, not a penetrating one.

After a simple treatment, it wouldn't affect her performance.

“This time, I won't perform the fourth move. I'll still release the Basic Close Triple Sword Strikes. You can try if your so-called tackling method can break down my move or not.”

When he was saying that, the sword of morals in Lin Beichen's hand was s.h.i.+ning like the brightest star before dawn.

He was performing exactly the Triple Sword Strikes.

Flames were burning in Mu Xinyue's eyes. “You said that.”

She acted the same.

She struck out the long sword in her hand in a weird way.

It was the move to tackle the Triple Sword Strikes.

However, this time—

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal clas.h.i.+ng rang.

Sword lights in Lin Beichen's hand suddenly accelerated again like flowing lights. It was extremely fast like mercury splas.h.i.+ng onto the ground. When the long swords crashed against each other. He directly broke through the block. He had stuck into the gap of her block by a hair's breadth.

She didn't block him?

How was that possible!

Mu Xinyue became shocked.

Bang!

The sword ridge whipped her waist.

She felt numb in the stomach.

Mu Xinyue flew out and crashed somewhere more than 10 meters away as if she had been riding on air. She half knelt on the ground.

Red blood slowly oozed out of the white-jade-like corner of her mouth.

“How's that? Can you tackle it?”

Lin Beichen withdrew the sword and stood.

Mu Xinyue's hair ribbon snapped and black hair fell down along the temples like a fall. It half-covered her face.

She raised her head and said in a nearly growling voice. “How did you do that?”

Lin Beichen faintly said, “You can't figure it out, right? Well, the so-called tackling method you rely on is just something made up by some overconfident mediocre people to trick others. It can only stop students who don't master the Triple Sword Strikes. How can those idiots understand the real Triple Sword Strikes are like running water, everchanging at will? How can those rigid and stagnant moves stop the Triple Sword Strikes?”

It was below the ring.

One could see shock and anger clearly on Guan Feidu's face.

He understood that Lin Beichen was talking to him.

It was directly a slap in his face.

The sc.u.mbag…

He's bold.

In his heart, Guan Feidu decided to hold a grudge against Lin Beichen forever.

It was on the ring.

“I know, you're still unwilling.”

Lin Beichen said, “People like you know too well how to find excuses for yourselves. You think you haven't performed the Star-picking Strikes you practiced hard to impress people. You think once you have a chance, you'll definitely defeat me. Am I right?”

Mu Xinyue sneered and said, “Right. Do you dare to let me perform Star-picking Strikes and fairly fight?”

“Well, fairly fight? Funny. Wasn't the fight just now fair enough?”

Lin Beichen looked sarcastic and scornful all over his face. He said, “But, come on. I'll give you one more chance to completely convince yourself.”

While saying, he waved his hand.

“Argh…”

Mu Xinyue growled and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth. She charged over like an arrow leaving the bow.

The long sword in her hand hummed and vibrated, bringing a series of blurry sword lights.

They were s.h.i.+ning like stars in the sky.

It was real star-picking swordsmans.h.i.+p.