Immortal Devil Transformation

“I came from the south and wanted to see the mountains... ”

“You have a nice ring. ”

“You're not gonna die. ”

“No one here can chop your head off. ”

……

Nangong Miao has a golden ancient ring on his hand.

This ancient ring was originally from Nanshan Twilight.

As soon as this dark red arrow descended on her back, the power of her soul penetrated at a terrible rate into the symbols of this ancient golden ring.

If Lin Yi saw it herself, she would definitely feel unusually stunning again.

An Asahi-like gold light burst out on the ancient ring, forming a large, golden, transparent clock, covering the South Palace Miao.

Dark red arrows rotate in the golden light, but are strangely incapable of inching, with a brief impasse.

The flying sword is still struggling in the green beard, like a carp in a net about to lose its strength.

The right eye was pierced by a flying sword hole. Sirius Wei, who had been stabbed by a sharp sword, sat down on his knees. The metal mask was covered with blood. At this moment, another Sirius Wei left beside the Ghost Master and jumped up. The two knives in his hand, with a great wind, cut off his head towards the South Palace.

The air outside Nangong's central body suddenly swelled dramatically, and several bloodstreams gushed out of her five officials, a yellow luminosity burst between her extended fingers into the heavens and earth.

The flying sword, wrapped in the raven by the ghost master, suddenly sounded a terrible shock.

“Drink!”

The eyes in Sirius' metal mask were instantly filled with cold light, knowing the urgency of the matter, and all of his soul power and injuries rolled into the armor on his body and the inscriptions of his double-knife. A crack quickly appeared on the masonry on the ground.

“Boo-hoo!” With a crack, his face was freezing to the extreme, and a ghost warrior with his head dancing like a snake sounded a grunt. The flying sword tore the tight blue beam in his hand and stabbed it out. An icy crack on the flying sword shined brightly. The flying sword trembled, and the surrounding air actually formed a piece of snowflake.

“Whoo!”

There was another dark red arrow light in the sky, making a more powerful wind and falling on the back of the South Palace.

Sirius' knife also landed on Nangong's uncentric shoulder.

The body of Nanshan Twilight is also empty, but at this moment his hand is no longer helping to change anything.

……

The Ghost Master's left hand was stretched out of his sleeve again. At this moment, his left hand did not stop the dagger that the South Palace did not center the flying sword. Some green luminosity gathered in his hand and condensed at a speed exceeding the very short reaction of man, which seemed to form a bunch of half-man trees... however, the time of this moment was too short.

“Huh!”

The handless flying sword plunged, lightning cut the hem of his clothes, cut the chain armor inside his clothes, instantly cut off the aorta inside his right leg, cut a terrible wound, and flew out.

Hot blood fountains generally erupt.

Even though the Ghost Master's appearance is cold, his blood is hot and sticky.

His hands immediately died, pressing the wound and doing everything in his power to stop the loss of blood in his body.

Both dark-red arrows stopped behind Nangong's uncentric body and were isolated by a layer of soul-inspired force. The first dark-red arrow was still spinning like a gyroscope and did not fall.

Sirius' knife has been embedded in Nangong's uncentric shoulders, and two pieces of blood flow down the knife.

At the moment when the flying sword cut off the ghost division's thigh artery, the Sirius Wolf Guard once again shouted a loud roar of pain and concealed intertwining, and the two knives in his hand again carried far more than normal full strength, pressing down hard.

There was blood in his metal mask.

Excessive bursts of soul power have caused unimaginable damage to his body, but at this moment he is well aware that life and death are at this moment.

Either he killed Nangong Mi Central, or Nangong Mi Central killed them all.

Two blue knives were embedded deeper, and the power of death pressed the two embroidered shoes at the center of the South Palace deep into the rubble and dirt, but she stood still, apart from a paler face.

“Huh!”

A sword shadow swept from the back of Sirius' head and deeply penetrated Sirius' right eye orbit.

“Whoo!”

Another dark red arrow crossed the alley into the courtyard.

However, the strength of Nangong Miao and the situation at this time caused the archer to hesitate to shoot Nangong Miao or Nanshan Twilight. Although the dark red arrow eventually continued to fall on the back of Nangong Miao, it came a lot slower than the previous two arrows were invisible.

A sword with an icy cold breath left the Sirius guard's face, accurately flying, picking, as if it were a flexible arm, accurately picked the third dark red arrow off the direction, heavily fell into the mud by the wall in the courtyard, falling into the entire arrow body, only one hole remaining.

……

The South Palace did not reach for a sweep, and the two dark red metal arrows behind it were still spinning.

Then she took a step and bypassed the Tianwo guard in front of her.

The two knives in Sirius' hands fell to the ground, his heavy body first kneeling, and then his whole body pounding heavily on the ground.

The handless flying sword fell in her hand, and her face and shoulders were filled with her own blood.

Nanshan Twilight looked at her, his body kept trembling slightly. Of course, he understood that there was an annual existence in the world, but he never thought that Nangong Miao would do such a thing for him.

“Who the hell is she! ”

Holding his thigh tight, the ghost teacher knew that he would not necessarily get the answer he wanted from the young girl, who could be described as a pervert, so he took a deep breath and looked at Nanshan Twilight and asked.

“I don't know. ”

Looking at the body of Lori, head of the Ground Interior Department, looking at the ghost master who had already lost most of his power and the broken Luo Shenhuan on the ground, Nanshan Twilight suddenly thought the world was really ridiculous, he couldn't help laughing, laughing and coughing, “Master, I'm afraid you won't believe it at all, I just met her when I was fishing, said a few words, and then she said I'm fine. ”

“Just once you met him, you fought for him, and you killed so many Yun Qin practitioners?” The ghost master's face suddenly appeared full of unspeakable deities, and he looked at Nangong Miao with the same eyes as a madman: “You've only met once… you have spared no effort to bring your soul power to this level in order to save him? Even if you are the master of the cultivation, you will be left with dark wounds that affect your training qualifications. It has a huge impact on your future fixes. Is it worth it? Why on earth?"

“I like it.” Nangong Miao looked at the ghost master this time and said.

Just because you like it?

The Ghost Master thought of so many practitioners who died in the deep alley, saw the ambush, experienced not knowing how many lives and hangings did not die, but the Sirius Guard who died in this attack saw his miserable situation, only because of the simple preference of a teenage girl, he also felt that the world was truly full of unspeakable sadness.

But at the same time, he understood why, at his age, Nangong Miao had made such a cultivation.

She is the natural martial artist of the legend who truly seeks prayer.

Nothing famous or common can cause her any kind of detentions. Even Yun Qin's army and the general of the sniffer are completely ignored. Such a person is not at all a figure in the world and cannot be judged by common sense.

However, the Ghost Master was unwilling to destroy everything to the simple taste of such a person. He still couldn't help but look at Nangong Weichuan and say, "Even if you can get out of this common city, you can't get out of the mausoleum. If you don't believe me, you can ask Nanshan Twilight. You must understand that you are not facing practitioners, but the army of Yun Qin. ”

Nanshan opened his mouth and was ready to nod and let the girl go.

It is precisely because the girl did so much for him that he could not let the girl die because of herself.

But he had not had time to say anything, and Miao Nangong had turned to look at him and said: “I can walk out. ”

As a result of her words, the courtyard was silenced again.

Without the sound of an arrow, the powerful archer had once again chosen to disappear, seeing that no matter how many more arrows he fired could pose a threat to the girl and South Mountain Twilight.

However, Nanshan Twilight knows that by now, the news here must have been out too.

“I can't go, I'm gone, there 'll be a lot of brothers dying because of it.” At this time, Nanshan Twilight did not know why he chose to believe the girl's words, but he shook his head and looked at Nangong and said.

“Take as much as you can, back behind the corridor. Smell that there is collusion between the Moon and Xiyiliukou. If you start a rebellion, you will really lead the rebellion and rob Xiyiliukou's land.” Nangong Miao frowned slightly and looked at Nanshan Twilight: “Otherwise, even if you stay here, what happens if you die, so many people die here, even the ghost master dies, he will let you go? ”

After a slight pause, Nangong did not look at Nanshan Twilight and said with seriousness: “You know the human moon, that's all you can do. ”

Nanshan Twilight is as sweaty as Lori was before.

Previously he thought Nangong Miao was just a very simple folk practitioner who happened to pass by here, but at this moment he found that Nangong Miao was probably more thorough about the situation and insider than his general!

She knows all about these members of the military… yet she still kills here.

Nanshan Twilight felt countless heavy things suddenly pressed on him. At this moment, he still knew nothing about Nangong's uncentric origins. It was definitely not easy to know, but he nodded and spewed a good word when he thought of the sniffing and harsh means of smelling people's moon. He knew that he could not choose. Therefore, he sweated a heavy shirt, though his face was extremely pale.

His ghost master, who had no idea how ambitious he was, trembled with true fear.