Immortal Devil Transformation

The carriage is still motionless, and the young girl at the end of the carriage has no nervous character, while the noble man in the carriage sends a calm and ridiculous voice: “Li Ringrong, as a mausoleum governor, you naturally know that I am guilty of assassination of the Nine Nation. You want your family to die with you? ”

Li Qirongwen smiled. "Your Highness is bothered, and the inferior family has been settled. ”

“The great reckless dynasty of the south? The man who asked you to do this seemed to give you a promise, maybe a better place to go south?” The sound in the carriage is even more ironic: “Indeed, if you can get it, there is still a possibility that you can escape from here to the south, but if something like this occurs in this Yunqin Empire, what kind of anger do you think you will bear? Without saying that my army of the Yunqin Empire is under control, the so-called Great Reckless Dynasty may no longer exist overnight... Don't forget, to kill, it is not necessarily in the Yunqin Empire, you are just a defective mausoleum, how many elite experts will the Great Reckless Dynasty send to follow you and your family all day? Can you stop the powerful assassins of the Empire of Yunqin? Are you naturally stupid, or are you simply not willing to think about the joints? ”

Li Riding Rong's round face twitched for a moment. “From now on, Li Riding Rong is dead. Whether it is ultimately judged that he conspired to assassinate you, was killed by you fighting back, or was killed by an assassin for escorting you. From now on, he has died on such an official road as outside Dongling. No one knows that he is still alive. No more powerful assassin can assassinate a dead man. ”

There was a moment of silence in the carriage, and the voice came out again: “You are too low in the end… you are too low in repair, too low in rank, too low in contact with people, so you simply can't understand the power of the people who use you as chess pieces. ”

The sound was very calm, but the calm words were everywhere to make Li riding humble, which made Li Riding Oil suddenly feel that it was a proud peacock talking to a chicken, but also a chicken standing in the mud, slightly convex stomach, wet half his body talking.

If it were normal, he might not have half a grievance in his heart, but today, his round face is involuntarily twitching again, and the obese interphalangeal lattice rings. He stared at the carriage and smiled in a mutated tone: "Born in Imperial City, with dragon blood, so what? I'm too low, so what? You're gonna die on my hands today! My name is Li Jinlong, but today I'm going to change my name to Li Jinlong, and I'm going to ride on you! ”

No longer responding in the carriage, it rained more heavily. A flower of water blossomed from the carriage. A rain bead struck Li Riding's face. He was slightly shaken by his wet right hand, "Kill her!” Whoops, he made a loud howl!

As Dongling Town guarded this loud drink, hundreds of masked knives wearing iron coats rushed silently from all sides in the rain curtain towards this carriage in the center of the official road.

However, the first to arrive in the carriage was not the blackened Mori Cold knife, but the black feather arrows fired from one side of the bamboo forest.

With the buzzing sound of a bowstring, the dense black arrows of numbness strangled countless bamboo leaves and pierced the rain curtain with an awesome breaking sound, instantly descending around the carriage.

Two short foot horses and carriages instantly turned into hedges, a strip of blood stretched across the rain and mud, and there was no trace of a girl in green clothes on the head. Before the feather arrows fell, she had swiftly opened the compartment door and drilled into it.

The power of this black feather arrow is not under the power of the feather arrow fired by Lin Xie, but these feather holes penetrated the horse body, and were stuck tightly in the carriage, but none of them was able to penetrate the cabin hole.

The door of the carriage, which was slightly tilted by the fallen horse, opened in such a way that a woman in white with a cloud walked out the door of the carriage.

The woman in white looked a little tired and had some wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, not too thin, but her breasts weren't rich enough, and she looked good, but she didn't look stunning, but at the moment she showed up, all the masked knives who were used to blood and the dozens of cold rock archers hidden between the bamboo woods were all slightly stagnant.

Not because of the look of the white woman, not because she is a practitioner, but because of her identity!

As we know, Li Riding Rong who organized the assassination of this woman here, Yunqin Empire has internal and external worries, strong enemy encroachment outside, poor soldiers are fighting, the wind of pride prevails. However, the internal and external worries, the powerful Yunqin Empire is also the most powerful empire in the world, because in other words, the Yunqin Empire is the West anti-Tang and Tibetan ancient kingdom, the South rejects the great reckless dynasty, the East stands in the way of the cave barbaric, and with the help of one country, these enemies are made to move hard. And this woman, the Empire of Yunqin today, is the sister of the most powerful man in the world!

This is the true face of heaven. If she hadn't left the Imperial City, don't say that Li Zhirong was just a mausoleum governor. Even if she were a provincial governor, she wouldn't have had the chance to see this woman several times in her life.

So even if the woman didn't look stunning, even the thin lips gave people a cold and slightly thin feeling, but because of the woman's identity, because of the harsh words just said that changed the name of Li Cailong, Li Cailong had not asked for much of the woman many years ago, even if he just looked at those two thin lips, he felt that there was an unnamed evil fire rising from his little belly.

He stared at the woman in white nervously, fearfully and fiercely. All he could think about was tearing her shirt to pieces, crushing her under her, and stabbing her in the white torso with a knife!

The black scarf masked knife was very brave, and there must have been an indescribable evil fire burning in her body. Although the white woman must have been a practitioner, the black scarf masked knife had rushed around the carriage in a fanatical manner after a slight clot.

When a black scarf knife rushed to the head of a fallen horse, jumped high, and the black side-soldier knife in her hand was chopped against the white woman, the white woman stood on the front of the car with nothing in her hand.

But the black towel knife's pupil suddenly contracted, and the white woman's right hand reached out and fell on his wrist before his knife fell in a strange posture and velocity.

Then he heard the broken bone under his iron armor clearly, and then the black knife in his hand was already in the hands of the woman in white, and the black knife clipped to the slight cleavage of the iron armor between her neck and cut off his head… Meanwhile, the woman's left hand in white was also gently patted on his chest iron armor.

“Pong!”

A gentle slap was made, but a loud and dull noise, like a blow to the leather.

The black towel knife's head took off, but his body was shot directly into a broken kite, flying backwards, with a clear, thin palm print on his chest.

Blood gushing from the neck filled the eyes of several black towel knives, but not a drop fell on the woman in white.

It was freezing around, and everyone's gaze traveled in the rain curtain with that headless corpse.

However, only at this moment, the woman in white had crossed the carriage and two heads had risen under one of her swords. One of the headless bodies was still photographed with one hand and two black towel knives had been hit in the back and flied out.

The surrounding black towel knife surged, but the women in white walked slowly, incredibly relaxed, each sword swung, either with a head flying out or with a broken bone.

Nobody could stop it at all. The three knives cut off at the same time, but the three knives cut off by her counterhand were all hard pressed on her body, causing all three of them to crash out in an incredibly tragic way.

She's like a giant elephant walking in sheep, and even the simplest moves, judging her next move, can't resist.

Li Qirong, standing under the oil paper umbrella, could not help but tremble slightly. He knew that the woman in white was a practitioner, but did not expect that she would be so strong!

In the bamboo grove, dozens of arrows with bracelets on their heads stood as cold as a rock, and the strong black stone bow in their hands was always facing the white woman's position.

In the bamboo forest behind these dozens of archers, two people slowly came.

A giant of extraordinary stature, wearing a bronze coat of heavy armor, with his entire face covered in it, had a chilling double-edged axe in his hand. He was taller and taller than the tallest of the arrows, and he was carrying a double-edged axe nearly as long as he was.

Whether it's a heavy armor on him or a snow-white double-edged battle axe in his hand, there's a fine and orderly pattern. With a unique power, the rain does not drip.

The other, wearing a plain grey cotton robe without a mask, was a middle-aged man of ordinary stature with a sad face, without a blade in his hand, two slightly white hair with three black iron plates into three hairs, a very strange and memorable style.

Looking at the flesh-flying battlefield, the giant in heavy armor asked the middle-aged man beside him, "Can you handle it? ”

“It should be a major master cultivation… should be able to deal with it barely.” The grieving middle-aged man frowned and said softly.

“Then let's go.” The Heavy Armor Giant suddenly leaps to try, and the heavy armor on his body and the giant axe on his hand all reveal a yellow glow.

The cotton robes on his body were all wet, yet his face seemed careless, and the middle-aged man shook his head, “No rush, wait. ”