Immortal Devil Transformation

The result of waiting is more blood, more people die.

The white coat on the woman in white was also dyed red and lightened by rain falling from the sky. The ground around her was muddy and red, yet fewer and fewer people were standing.

It is not glorious to know that this method is used to quench each other's soul strength. The middle-aged man with a sad face dripped his head and looked at his cotton robe dripping water.

Ultimately, no one else stood beside the women in white.

When the last 30 or so masked knives found themselves alone around them, their insane blood was finally overwhelmed by unstoppable fears, but without them turning around and fleeing, the arrow showers in the bamboo forest nailed them all into hedgehogs.

None of the dozens of stone carved archers in this bamboo forest are good at wearing Yang in 100 steps.

Faced with the ensuing rain of arrows, the woman in white, already dyed dark red, simply returned to the carriage, several black arrows that she had not had time to chop off shot at her, only the flesh-eyed yellow light, unable to pierce her skin at all, fell into mud full of blood.

The meaning of this white woman is also simple, anyway, she is not in a hurry, as long as she survives, whether she can do it or not, these people present will not be able to live, since the compartment of this carriage can not be perforated by these arrows, then she is waiting in the carriage, if you want to kill her, only go forward.

In the bamboo grove, the grieving middle-aged man smiled bitterly. The nobleman was indeed as difficult as the legend said. After gently sweeping away the leaves that fell on his head, he nodded at the heavily armored giant who had already leaped to try beside him: "Let's go. ”

All the archers threw away the bow and arrow in their hand, pulling a long black sword from the waist.

“Ho!”

The heavy armored giant like the Iron Man prototype made a joyful roar. His body seemed to instantly become a high-speed running motor. He appeared to have all yellow light in the texture of a thick but poor bronze heavy armor, and instantly he actually looked beautiful. He began to run with a snow-war axe as huge as his body, his heavy body beating the ground, shocked the surrounding air buzzing, and everything that stood in his way was smashed to pieces by him, whether it was rainwater falling from the sky or tough bamboo.

The grieving middle-aged man did not slowly follow the swordsman in black wearing a casket, while Li Ring on the muddy official road also stepped out of Master Green Shirt's oil paper umbrella and approached the car step by step.

A pair of magistrate pens appeared in his hand, as well as a nice yellow light on the black pen.

The heavily armored giant ran out of the bamboo forest, and the faster he ran, the more he finally bounced off the ground. Each step was a distance of two or three lengths.

The doors of the cars covered with arrows creaked open again, and the women in white, already dyed red, walked out of the cars again.

Looking at a heavy armored giant at least four times her size, she frowned slightly, her toes slightly on the front of the car, the whole compartment violently shocked, and her whole person flew up as if she had lost weight, flying in front of the heavy armored giant.

The heavy armored giant drank delightfully, and a huge snowy axe bigger than the body of a white woman swept from left to right, like a white rainbow in the air, the air was split, making a crackling sound, and countless brilliant raindrops were directly shocked into a thin mist of water, an unimaginable force.

The woman in white was still empty-handed, but when she was about to be chopped directly by this huge axe, her right hand swept out toward it again.

A pounding smell erupted from between her palms as white as a jade. The countless raindrops around her shattered, yet strangely gathered towards her hands. It was in front of her palms, forming a mermaid tail with a faint yellow light!

“Bang!”

The rainwater and the powerful forces emanating from her body instantly cut the mermaid into pieces, but the heavy armored giant's body and the giant axe in her hand stopped sharply in the air.

The next moment, the white woman landed lightly, while the heavy armored giant fell heavily on the ground and sat back down, making an incredibly dull hum.

“It is indeed the great master who cultivated... it is the Mirror Mermaid who melts the soul...” Seeing that the heavily armored giant who could not have lived for a lifetime before obviously suffered a huge loss between one face, the sad middle-aged man who had just stepped into the muddy official tunnel, instead muttered to himself like a relieved man, seems to finally confirm his assertion.

Originally less than twenty steps away from women in white, such as Dongling Governor Li Riding Rong, but pale in color, one of the judges in his hand trembled a little towards the woman in white, screaming like a madman: “You… you are a great master of cultivation! ”

Sounds shocked by the mojo of a woman in white, but Li Riding Rong's real shock at this moment is only clear to him. The White Woman's cultivation, though astonishing, was not too much more than expected, and really shocked him because the other three people didn't care about him at all.

Although he had left the local army for many years, his body had been blessed, but he had not let go of meditation practice for a day. His repair had reached the peak of the Great Sorcerer. Half his foot had entered the threshold of the statesman. Even though he was far from the realm of this white woman, he was not powerless to fight... However, the heavy armored giant who fell between the mud and the corpse, the middle-aged man in the face in the grey cotton cloth robe, and the "master", who had previously supported the oil and paper umbrella to protect him from the rain, did not care about him at all.

Especially when he paused at this moment, the blue shirt “Master” held the umbrella from his side to the left, but didn't even look at him.

He was supposed to be the chief of the assassination here, only with his approval and cooperation, these three strong men, so many assassins could appear here in the eyes of the Empire, but the attitude of these three people at this moment... the matter seems to have nothing to do with him.

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Nobody cared for Li Riding Rong, who stood in the mud of the official road for a while. The grieving middle-aged man, with three haired faces on his head, still walked slowly after dozens of black-clad swordsmen with bracelets on their heads. Hanging on to the oil paper umbrella, he covered his face with a blue shirt, "Master”, walked by Li Qiong's side and walked with great patience.

In the eyes of a heavy armored giant falling in the mud, only a woman in white, in the moment of heavy falling, spilling countless mud and blood water, he did not know to what extent the yellow glow on the bronze heavy armor was brighter, a stripe like a golden yellow flower was blooming, a huge steel body pressed to the ground, bouncing up.

But without waiting for the snow-white axe in his hand to swing again, the woman in white, still calm, had pressed her palm against his left abdomen.

The unusually pounding smell hit the heavy armor again, and the broken water fog instantly formed a clear shock wave on the palms of the women in white and on the cold metal surface of the forest. Heavy armored giants once again roared unwillingly, and their huge bodies fell to the right like mountains.

The white woman stepped on the chest of the heavily armored giant and looked at the heavily armored giant who could not struggle for a moment. She said slightly: "In addition to the statesmanship, you must be a natural power. If you stop now and follow me, I will surely make you an amazing glory in history. ”

Since the woman in white walked out of the high wall of the Imperial City of Zhongzhou, no one has doubted any of her words. Since she made such a promise, as long as the giant in heavy armor nodded, waiting for him would surely be a brilliant future.

However, hearing the woman in white, in the cold metal gap in front of the nose of the heavily armored giant population, in addition to spraying some slight blood, a louder roar was made. Although the woman in white was far stronger than he had imagined, she was a true soldier, and in addition to her desire for battle, there was an absolutely unshakable and powerful will.

In the roar, his entire body flipped over and pressed the white woman under him, while the huge battle axe in his hand swung again.

A slightly unfortunate glimmer of divinity just flashed through the eyes of a woman in white, and the only thing in her eyes was a cold and thin slaughter.

Gently on the chest armor of the giant heavy armor, her man flew over the top of the giant heavy armor, while a watery mermaid and mountain-like smell burst from the bottom of her foot, pressing heavily on the first spinal region of the rear brain of the giant heavy armor.

“Ka!”

There was a slight misalignment of the connected armor, and a slight force penetrated the armor, “Pfft," and a piece of blood sprayed out of the metal gap in front of the heavy armor giant.

Between the shakes of the heavy armor giant, the white woman twisted herself in the air and slapped her again where the armor slightly misplaced.

More blood was sprayed from the metal gap in front of the nose of the heavily armored giant population. The giant axe in the hands of the heavily armored giant drooped low and swayed like a drunk, but the grieving middle-aged man and the blue shirt “master" holding the oil paper umbrella still meant no action and walked extremely slowly.

The white woman naturally knows very well that the other woman is going to consume her soul strength as much as possible, but she doesn't know if it's because of her absolute confidence in her strength or because of her natural high and cold arrogance, she doesn't care about the other two at all, but instead focuses on one hand and then slaps it on the first spine of the rear brain of the Heavy Armor Giant.

A black-clothed swordsman wearing a fitted fitting had reached behind her, her body curled, and the black sword in her hand, in an incredibly insidious posture, stabbed from the bottom to the top, straightening the shadow of the woman in white.

Whether an ordinary soldier or a low-ranking practitioner… or for a swordsman who is not a practitioner, a practitioner of the rank of women in white, whose sword is stabbed to the shadow at this moment, is the only weakness and attackable spot.

Faced with the assassination of a black swordsman who was not a practitioner, but was clearly a powerful warrior, the white woman still slapped the back of the Heavy Armor Giant.

As carefully calculated, this shot down, the rear brain of the heavily armored giant made the sound of a broken bone, and the huge body could no longer stand, falling forwards powerless, while the white woman simply drew a huge battle axe from his powerless hand, only holding it in one hand, shot downwards.

The swordsman in black who stabbed her underneath was struck like a running carriage, and the black sword in her hand was instantly cut in three pieces, and the whole man was photographed flying out, knocking down several swordsmen in the rear, like a soft noodle, and landing unbeatably miserable.