Immortal Devil Transformation

The two windows of the attic pushed away, and the fine pink rain wire sprinkled on Lin Xie's face.

Slightly cold.

At this moment, Lin Xi unconsciously remembered the drifting crystalline ice grains in the Ten Fingers Ridge, and saw these shadows coming out of the river.

The dozen shadows were all dressed in black water that covered their faces, with their hands clutching short fishfork blades.

The river of the Son River slipped from them as if it were a ghost in the water.

At the same time, these shadows diving out of the water also saw Lin Xie on the attic deck.

They saw the teenager in a green shirt standing quietly in a fine rain silk, carrying two wooden boxes on his back and a wooden box in his hand.

At the forefront, he had jumped to the front of the small building in front of a shadow of the river platform. The cold light flashed, reaching out, a ray of light flew out of his hand, making a low whistle in the silent air, and hitting the rooftop flying eaves. At the same time, the assassin, dressed in tight black water, had run wildly towards the front at an alarming rate.

This luminous claw is a pair of hooks attached to the rope.

The assassin's figure grew faster and faster, and his footsteps were getting worse by running up against the wall, running into the rainy night sky, going straight up to the attic and stabbing Lin Xie.

……

Master Zhu supported a black oil cloth umbrella and walked out three miles of alley.

Sanli Lane is not far from this old cold river building, just walk out of the alley, along the river's stone slab road for dozens of interest time, he has clearly seen the small building where Lin Xie is located.

He walked slowly because he thought about some of the language after the meeting.

But suddenly, he was shocked, suddenly stopped, and even the black oil cloth umbrella in his hand was dropped directly by him.

The night was already dark, but he had been sailing in the river since childhood, his vision in the night was much better than the average person did not know, and in the night, there was also the intense killing that he had not felt for a long time.

He leaned his head slightly stiff and looked intuitively in front of the small building, and the rain instantly wetted his face.

At this point, the assassin who ran to the front was about to fly away, and the first step was to step onto the walls of this little building.

It was also at this time that Lin Xie, who stood on a small platform outside the attic window, opened the crate in her hand.

In his crate, there was a pale blue sword.

And what solidifies the gaze of many shadows, especially the first assassin, is that he jumped out of the attic and flew into the night.

The faint blue light swung in the rain silk, “When”, the hook claw thrown by the previous assassin was chopped to fly backwards.

Lin Xi's foot stepped directly into the chest of the fledgling assassin.

The assassin's hands were raised and both forks in his hands were badly stabbed out, but Lin Xi's foot was a quick step, and he stepped between the forks and stepped on the assassin's chest.

At this moment, in the eyes of all those who saw Lin Xi, the gentle and calm young man with two wooden boxes suddenly became murderous, letting Buddha become another person. The rain silk outside him seemed to feel something, sprinkled away, not a drop of blue shirt dared to touch him.

“Boom!”

The assassin, dressed in black water, flied out and flew over the heads of the rest of the assassins ashore in the rear, falling heavily into the river, shouting and splashing a huge splash of splash.

......

Master Zhu had not seen Lin Xie standing at the top of the attic before.

He just saw the shadow coming ashore from the middle of the river, climbed onto the platform, saw that Wang Mu still knew nothing, and still earnestly made an umbrella in the porch outside the small building.

The young expatriate also saw Master Zhu.

He didn't know that the middle-aged man in the coarse cloth was the famous Master Zhu, just a little strange... at the moment the rain wire was getting denser, but the middle-aged man put his umbrella aside and stood still.

Lin Xi had some careful arrangement, Wang Guan did not know, so he didn't care about the previous sounds. He thought it was just the sound made by Lin Xi, but Lin Xi's long sword cut on the claw of the hook shocked, but he also finally noticed something wrong. He put down what was in his hand and ran towards the entrance of the small building.

Then he and Master Zhu saw that the assassin seemed to have been hit by a giant tree, flying off the platform and falling heavily into the river water outside the platform.

Wang was stiff and the first reaction was to turn around and shout, but at this point he saw that the pale blue sword in Lin's hands, which had just landed, had gone out.

Light rain in the night sky seems to be instantly becoming extremely slow.

Because Lin Xi's sword is too fast.

All the rain wires in front of the sword were shocked into powder.

A pale blue light, like morning light.

A screaming metal friction, a sudden scream!

The second rushing assassin had his hands blocked in front of him, but still couldn't resist Lin Xie's sword slaughter. The short fork was heavily pressed against his chest along with his arms and rolled out directly backwards, rolling like a rock on the wet ground.

Wang did not open his mouth and did not make a sound for a moment.

He hasn't had time to think, but his instincts are that Lin Xie, in front of these ghostly assassins, is like a tiger, running in the sheep.

……

The rest of the black water rushing towards Lin Xin suddenly stagnated by assassins, and they suddenly thought about something. Their bodies were quickly occupied by fear, and their hands with sharp forks became unusually cold.

Lin Xie took another step and the long sword in his hand swung out again, chopping another black water from the assassin and rolling it backwards. At the same time, his left hand was patted on the chest of a nearby black water by the assassin.

Before Lin Xie's neck, the assassin had reached a short fork with cold hands, less than a foot away from the aorta in his eyes, but the prick could no longer be stabbed.

A clear crackle came out of his chest.

Then his body shrunk backwards, sat down hard on the ground, and was hit in the chest by this powerful push to continue to slide backwards and forth on the ground, heavily hitting the large stone cylinder behind him, his body could no longer lift.

Seeing this scene, an assassin began to tremble slightly beyond his control, making an unusually harsh cry: "Flying claws hook him up! ”

However, the sound also revealed his identity as the leader of the assassins, Lin Xi's feet slammed on the ground, the fog rose from under his feet, and his whole man flew away.

Several handles of forks and flying claws flew out of hand, trying to snipe him in the air.

However, in front of the overwhelming power, these things were as weak as moths. Lin Xi's long sword had been cut off and all the forks had been struck out. Even if two hook claws were wrapped around the sword, the two assassins who threw the hook claws were taken to an unstable position and fell forward.

“Drink!”

In the face of Lin Xie, the assassin chief issued the harshest drunk of his life. At the moment when Lin Xie's right sword was pulled by the hook claw, he did not retreat, nor did he rush out. He cheated into Lin Xie's midline. Both forks were stabbed at Lin Xie's chest at the same time.

This is definitely a desperate battle against both defeats of one's own injury.

The assassin leader was also well aware that their lives were no longer their own when faced with practitioners.

In the face of the assassin chief's complete disregard for his body, Lin Xi slightly frowned.

“Are you a soldier? ”

He looked at the chief of the assassin and made a sound, while shooting his left hand straight ahead.

The assassin leader's eyes sparkled, his eyes seemed delightful, and his hands slammed with forks into Lin Xie's hands.

But his eyes instantly solidified again.

“When”, the fork stabbed Lin Yi's arm, made a golden iron sound, couldn't get in at all, but Lin Yi's palm was already printed on his chest, and his whole person also suddenly bent back, falling on wet talc ground.

“Back off!”

A vague voice came out of his mouth with a bite of blood.

All the remaining black water rested on the assassin without half a stop, turning all around and rushing silently toward the surface of the river as it came.

Lin Xi did not chase these assassins, but simply plundered the leader of the assassin who had fallen to the ground.

A famous black water leaned into the river like a big fish and splashed with water.

These black waters were agile and silent when the assassins arrived, but they went with tremendous haste.

……

Master Zhu's clothes had been wet by the light rain. He saw Lin Xian's safety and saw the fluttering water flower. However, his hands and feet were colder and his face began to pale.

Lin Xi is really a practitioner, just like Master Zhang's judgment.

But while he was here at the moment, the assassins appeared to assassinate Lin Xie, and the young umbrella maker had already seen him clearly.

In this way, Lin Xie, from any angle, may think that he sent these assassins and that he was the one who ordered the assassination.

Holding an umbrella and watching your opponent get stabbed in the river is, of course, one of the biggest happenings of your life.

But these assassins, they had nothing to do with him... and how could this be such a coincidence?

After licking the blood on this river knife's head for so long, the first thing he thought was that someone was going to take the opportunity to blame him!

Who is it?

Who dared assassinate Ti to blame him!

At one point, he was furious and cold, but he also made a very difficult decision, bit his teeth, closed his umbrella directly, headed toward the small building, and walked quickly towards the young man in blue who was standing in the rain.

……

“Fourth Brother, you're at least right now. ”

A sickly middle-aged man dressed in a coat, waxy yellow, stood in another rainway along the river, looking at Master Zhu and the small building in the distance, shaking his head with emotion.

He is very ill, Master Zhang.

Because he always felt a little uncomfortable, because he wanted to see the young practitioner for himself, even though he was seriously ill, he quietly left three miles of alley and followed him.

This evening was definitely uneven.

He saw the assassination, which was not particularly harsh, but profound.

After shaking his head with emotion, he turned his head slightly.

He looked at the riverside reed bush with a small boat.

An old fisherman came back a little late to fish with a damp body and landed behind a bamboo basket. Out of sensitivity to the sound of water, the old fisherman was also looking in the direction of the small building, but because of the dark night, his eyes were not as good as those of Master Zhang's, so he could not see clearly.

The ill Master Zhang moved and between his toes gently, his body flew up, passing directly from the old fisherman's head, steadily landing in the boat.

“Sorry, Zhang Long borrowed the boat for a while. ”

Apologizing to the old fisherman, he gently held the boat like an arrow off the string, at an unimaginable steady and velocity on the river, breaking a wave on the river, heading toward the small building.

Behind him, the old fisherman on the bank of the river almost sat on the ground with his ass, shocked and unbelievable, and there seemed to be an unspeakable worship of the gods, “is the Dragon King of the river? He...”

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(For a little while I talked to everyone about my insistence and thoughts, and I actually saw so many good book reviews... it was like I was really intent on making a soup noodle shop for years, people came and went, silently ate the noodles, and I didn't usually talk much, but one day I said, this soup noodles tasted okay... and a lot of people came up and patted me on the shoulder, Dao, I've been eating your soup noodles for a few years now, it's really good, please keep up the good work... This is a very unique atmosphere. And a lot of my friends write very good reviews... so much so that I've been reading them for so long, it takes a lot of code time... laughing.... thank you all for throwing up, and some vulgar, but sincere, thanks to every red ticket, dedicated bookmate, for a letter from Kapoka. Kapoka is also an old bookmate I used to see a lot, like a lot of book critics who are now showing up, I thought I didn't read much anymore, but today I see a lot of familiar old IDs... but they're all sneaking around like dragons... like this dragon king.)