Immortal Devil Transformation

A black-clothed swordsman who abandoned his bow to take his sword broke his skin in the rain and fell to the ground in a dull flesh.

Even if the heart is like a rock, these black-clothed swordsmen are completely red-eyed, making a roar that doesn't sound like a man.

However, the white woman still stood well, except for the rain drops and other people's blood spilling over her.

The grieving middle-aged man and the master of the blue shirt with the oil paper umbrella came together, but still just looked side-by-side, watching the last black-clad swordsman fly backwards out in a terrible scream, landing on the ground, silent.

In the muddy official ceremony, only the women in white, the middle-aged man with the face of grief and the blue shirt “Master” with the oil and paper umbrella, Li Qianqiao, with the judge pen, stood.

The heavens and the earth were silent for a moment, except for the sound of leaching rain, which no one had first taken.

The woman in white had already drowned and was still dripping a bloody snowy axe. Her eyes first fell on the peculiar hairstyle of a grieving middle-aged man, and she asked softly and calmly: "Are you from the south? ”

“The late Autumn Sand, Master from Dragon Ridge, comes exactly from the south, as you call it, Princess.” The sad middle-aged man had a slight first ritual, although he was slightly older than the white woman, but he knew perfectly well in his heart that the other side, whether from identity or cultivation, was good enough to describe his predecessors, so his eyebrows were very natural and more reassuring than before.

“That's the student of Thousand Devils.” The white woman nodded slightly: “From the thousand demons to Rudongling, it will take at least two months to get there. You've had a hard time. ”

The grieving middle-aged man and the blue shirt "master" whose face has been hidden under the oil paper umbrella are all slightly flashed. They have thought in their minds about how to face this woman in white with the most noble blood of the Yunqin Empire countless times. However, when they really faced each other, they did not expect to say that.

“Not hard.” The time for silence counted, the slightly stiff middle-aged man shook his head: "Later generations have been in Qianxia Mountain, so it's not particularly far to get here. ”

“I, the Empire of Yunqin, have always been heavier and more courageous... when you die, I will have your bones returned to Qianxia Mountain to return you to your homeland.” The woman in white looked at the grieving middle-aged man and said softly.

If she changed her words, anyone might feel insolent and arrogant, but from her mouth, the grieving middle-aged man leaned forward slightly and did a sobering job: “Thank you for your kindness. ”

The woman in white nodded slightly and turned to the blue shirt under the oil paper umbrella “Master”: “What about you? ”

The green shirt “Master" is silent and silent. The woman in white has a slightly colder mouth and says no more: "Which one of you comes first? ”

The grieving middle-aged man smiled: "Then come first. ”

Rain continued, the heavens and the earth suddenly sounded an overwhelming clear sound, the right hand cotton robe facing the grieving middle-aged man with all his sleeves split apart, a purple thin sword dragged out a shadow in the air at extremely fast speed, slaughtered towards the white woman!

The white woman stepped forward and the snow-white axe in her hand swept out, accurately chopping the purple thin sword in the middle-aged man's hand, making a shocking crisp sound.

The grieving middle-aged man was slightly trembling, and the whole man was shaken out by mighty force, falling into the mud after a few lengths. His face was much paler. However, the purple sword, thin and clear as ice, was not broken at all, and only a tiny bit of purple light swayed over the sword.

“Purple Jade… is truly a disciple of Thousand Demons.” Women in white did not attack, just nodded slightly in praise, as they knew what was in everyone's mind before them.

The grieving middle-aged man laughed again, the shock in the rain curtain sounded clearer and clearer, his man and sword broke open the water fog again and reached the woman in white. However, the action of the woman in white was still very simple. A faster battle axe than that of the middle-aged man caused the middle-aged man to retract his sword and lay it down in front of him, and then fly out again miserably.

“When... when..."

The purple sword shadow kept circling next to the woman in white. The sad middle-aged man flew around the woman in white like a big bird, but as a result of a single blade strike, his face became paler, his right hand with the sword became more trembling, and a drop of blood began to drip out of his mouth… Then, a drop of blood beads dropped from his nostrils.

The white woman's face was not half impatient, just waving the battle axe, forcing the middle-aged man to retreat once and for all.

Suddenly, she took another step forward, she did not have a particularly huge breath, but this step was taken, but the middle-aged man could no longer support it. The yellow light was extinguished like a candle fire, and the purple sword in his hand was shocked off his hand as he blocked the giant axe, and the weight of the sword was knocked against his own body.

Instead of being struck by a thin sword, he was struck by a giant hammer and the chest of a grieving middle-aged man instantly receded, his hands dropped powerlessly and flew backwards, falling heavily into the mud.

The blood in his mouth and nose spilled like a fine trickle, making him unable to breathe at all, but his divine colour was very calm.

“Brother Ouyang, it's up to you.” I don't know what kind of perseverance and will drives him. After suffering the already fatal trauma, the man who is clearly stronger than Lee Kai Luong to understand what this means is not dying immediately, but powerless to look at the grey and black rain curtain above, mixed with a breath of blood and rainwater, said such a sentence.

“Master", a blue shirt with an oil umbrella, quietly bent over deeply to the strong man in the mud.

Just between his deep bends, the rain wire around him was suddenly bound by a twisted vibration in the air, and everything seemed to slow down.

“Knock...” The oil umbrella in his hand, under a strange and powerful tremor, completely broke into debris, collapsed in the rain, revealing a pale and young face.

This blue shirt, previously hidden under the cold shed, was then hidden under the oil paper umbrella. His hair and eyebrows were actually snow-white.

Knock, knock! Boom!

The face was filled with a sad and resolute man with white hair and his heart suddenly sounded like a drum of war. With that sound, all the blood vessels beneath his skin protruded, became coarse and thick, and began to turn scary black, like a black line appearing on his body.

“Purgatory Mountain!” Lee Riding Rong, who stood in the mud, looked at the mutation that happened to the "master” in the green shirt. His body began to tremble uncontrollably and violently, not knowing whether it was the cold or the fear.

Suddenly, he lost his soul completely, and a pair of magistrate pens in his hand all fell into the mud, crying like a woman who had been * cried: “No way! How can you be a Purgatory Mountain man! ”

As the middle-aged uncle left Lin Xi in his exhortation, there are too many unknown places in the world, too many powerful people, the Yunqin Empire National Academy of Qingxian, and the Wang reckless dynasty in the south, there are also purgatory mountains such as this.

Powerful, not terrible, but powerful people coming out of places like Purgatory Mountain will appear beside themselves.

Now that the mighty men of Purgatory Mountain are here, what will they do for themselves?

“Was I not easily climbed to such a high position as the mausoleum after a hundred wars, and had not come into contact with the so-called magic of power? … is just a piece of chess that was freely played by those people? ”

He thought he had entered the ranks of true power, but only at this moment did he conceivably realize how shallow and crude he was before.

The face trapped on the muddy ground, the whole body of the sad middle-aged man violently twitched, some strange wind in the collapsed chest, black bloodstained blue shirt “master” knew that the sad middle-aged man had reached the last point, and he was also well aware that the sad middle-aged man was so hard to hold, just to see the end result, and this hard to hold, must also be incredibly painful, so he had to put an end to this very quickly, so he took a deep breath with the utmost strength and let his soul in the Dantian run all between his veins.

The rain mist outside him suddenly turned white, but just as he was about to step out toward the white woman, his face suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt a slight vibration in the surrounding air.

And this extraordinary vibration came from beneath his feet, from the mud underground.

Suddenly, the powerful man from the sacred land of the Imperial Reckless Dynasty thought of some possibility, suddenly lifting his feet, like a foot to crack this whole muddy official passage. Yet it was too late, a very faint blade of light ejected from the thin mud and bloody water, bypassing his foot, then suddenly accelerating, making an astonishing whistle in the air, “Pfft," which cut off all the protruding black veins on his right neck, flying above his head.

The blue shirt “Master" covered his neck, but the black blood still shot out of his fingertips like an arrow.

He glanced at the girl in green who had previously sat at the front of the car and, sometime, had walked out of the compartment full of black feathers and looked seriously at the flying sword above his head.

That flying sword is a handless broken sword, slightly silver, with a chilly twinkle, and in addition to some delicate inscriptions, there is an obvious ice-shaped crack.

“How is that possible! ”

The blue shirt “Master" slowly knelt in the pit he stepped out of, the rain accumulated in the pit flooded his core, he looked at the two horn braids, a naive but completely ignoring the blood on the ground and the broken corpse of the girl in blue, eyes full of confusion and incomprehension: “How is it possible... you are only this age, how is it possible to make the flying sword more than 50 steps, how is it possible for you to reach the cultivation of the saint! ”

Perhaps because he knew it was futile, he let go of his hand, which was covered in his neck, and black blood sprayed out of his neck more unscrupulously. Looking at the black blood that kept pouring out, the girl in the green shirt frowned slightly, but replied seriously: “I was born young... and I was a genius. ”