Immortal Devil Transformation

Lin Xi also sensed that the Lonely Swordsman had met the masked pianist and responded that one of the two practitioners was here to help him.

However, his footsteps did not pause at all, because he knew that the only purpose of all of these appearances to help his practitioners was to enable him to break out of this already open net.

His figure quickly disappeared between the bamboo groves.

The long shirt on the bamboo forest is the moon white, and the sword sheath in the hand is also the moon white lonely swordsman and the lady pianist embroidered with peony on the red shirt are thirty steps apart.

The swordsman's two long eyebrows, like a sword, flied slightly inclined and provoked, quietly looking at the approaching woman in red shirt, said: “You Green College broke the rules. ”

The lady in red shook her head and sounded like a silver bell: "No... because I'm not from Greenbell College. ”

Swordsman Swordsmen frown slightly, as if they didn't want to believe the women in red shirts.

“Available.” The woman in red smiled softly: “If you want to stop the leaves that can break the sword, no one can hide their true cultivation into peace skills, nor can the people of Qingyuan College, so you yourself are a clear proof… The next investigation, you and those who investigate, will confirm that I am not one of the strong ones of Qingyuan College. ”

The lonely swordsman looked at the woman and said, "Not from Qingyuan College, then who are you? ”

The woman in red shook her head: "I can't tell you. ”

The lonely swordsman also shook his head, but did not speak. His right hand touched the moon-white sword in his left hand.

Swordwind masterpiece.

The moon-white sheath broke away from the body of the sword and flew in the air with an unimaginably powerful force, shattering all the bamboo between the swordsman and the woman in red.

The fragmented piece of bamboo, also driven by the sword wind, turned into countless small green bamboo swords, and the sky lasered toward the woman in the red shirt holding the box.

Each of these little bamboo swords has the power to easily cut into the flesh, especially the white sheath of the moon in the middle, enough to pierce the heavy armor.

However, the woman in red shirt took a calm step forward. Just five feet from her chest, the white sheath of the moon, which led to the myriad flying green bamboo swords, cracked open the tongue box in her hand, cracked into powder, swelled and turned into a snow falling in front of her.

Snow and the blue sword dancing in the sky collided, and the green sword cracked open, turning into a strip of bamboo wire, flying in the air.

The box revealed an ancient red violin with no strings on it, but several string-like symbols, deep inside the stone-like body.

The woman in red had her slim fingers hanging over the ancient qin, but the ancient qin was suspended in front of her and stood up.

Moon white sheath suddenly paused in the air, paused in front of this ancient qin, like a creature of life, desperately moving forward, but finally unable to advance by an inch, finally flashed, completely overwhelmed by the forces diffused on this ancient qin, collapsed backwards and out.

But it's just a sheath.

The true sword body is white, white crystal clear jade, no clutter, only an embossed symbol wrapped around the sword, forming a lifelike dragon pattern.

The dragon beauty jade is the sword body, the fine ivory is the handle of the sword, the bright gold is the ear of the sword, this sword is in the hands of the lonely swordsman, who has passed through the spreading bamboo silk and snow dust, a sword stabbed the throat of the woman in red shirt.

In the bamboo forest, there is sudden tremendous sorrow, such as the noise of children at night.

A barbed blue-winged steel arrow fired from somewhere into the back of the lonely swordsman's brain.

The look on the face of the lonely swordsman is still lonely, without half a change, and his sword strength has not stopped at all.

His long sleeve rolled slightly on his left hand, wrapped around the moon white sheath that flew backwards and pulled back.

The sheath whimpered, accurately hitting the blue-winged arrow like a crying child, both of them falling toward the ground, and through this pull, his figure forward was even more ill.

An astonishing sword gushed from the sword in his hand, and the air in front was cut apart, forming two visible waves of air that rolled over to both sides.

The women's hands began to play on the red stone piano.

A pounding smell came out of the stone with a stringy cabernet silk, and the whole bamboo grove sounded like a beautiful violin.

The lonely swordsman frowned slightly and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, but everything in front of him was still cut open by his sword.

All the mighty energy, the glow and the wonderful sound of the violin were cut in half by his sword.

The long sword fell on the red stone piano.

The red and red stone violin standing in front of the woman in the red shirt instantly climbed full of spider web-like cracks and began to crack.

The black scarf on the face of the woman in red shirt was attacked by the sword, and it also cracked open, revealing a beautiful face with a small black mole on the left face, like a slight drop of tear beads.

The sword of a lonely swordsman came to a standstill.

At this moment, his sword could not be cut off, and his whole body began to tremble constantly.

The red stone piano in front of him broke apart like his memory, like countless tiny meteorites, and struck him.

The moon-white robe on his body was instantly full of sores and blood bled out of his mouth and flew back out.

The wind, sword, bamboo branch burst, and heavenly violin all stopped.

The lonely swordsman landed and coughed gently, spitting a small bite of red blood every time he coughed.

“You are certainly not from Qingyu College… because Qingyu College people are more proud than you and do not use such shameful means.” The lonely swordsman lowered his head and looked at the red dot at his feet.

“It is not our shame, but your own inability to break through.” The woman in the red shirt looked at him quietly and said softly: “As you can see at this moment, I do not dare, just because I can easily become the same face as her… Ye Xianxiang, you should have had hope to break through the cultivation of the Holy Master three years ago, even if it was maintained three years ago, no matter how we use it today, even if I can disturb your mind, it will never be able to resist your sword, let alone severely traumatize you. However, in the past three years, you can't go backwards, so just one more year, I'm afraid, when I saw the high moon you were going to go around, I could beat you. ”

“What's the use of forgetting? Real love, don't you forget? If it were you, and she was here, would you want to watch her live a lonely, painful life? If everyone has a death, if this life and death cannot be stopped, why would it be so painful to think sweetly?” The lady in red looked at the swordsman with her head down, at the strong man who had once cut off the river with a sword, making all practitioners in Donglin province dare not fight him at all, but whispered softly because his wife was ill and dismayed.

After saying this, she had a sincere smile on her face. She looked at Ye forgetting with compassion and waved, "Goodbye. ”

Ye forgot to look up and saw her smile, slowly retreating back, disappearing into the bamboo forest, disappearing into his sight.

The real ambush is not the hidden, powerful arrow, but hidden under a black towel, exactly the same face as his beloved wife.

Yet it is this deep in his mind, how can it be impossible to destroy, make it difficult for him to even enter the look of meditation practice, and the words of the woman when she left, but let him be defeated by such means, but there is little hatred in his heart but tears.

“Knocked”, his long sword suddenly broke.

He was surrounded by dozens of steps of bamboo and other huge earthquakes, but at the same time broke, and countless bamboo leaves drifted down.

He didn't leave, sat down, closed his eyes.

Bamboo leaves sprinkled on him, covering him up as if.

He remembered many happy things, the blockage in his heart loosened, and he saw her smiling face… she seemed to be beside him, never leaving, but all these years he hadn't noticed.

……

……

Ye forgot that after Founding General Ye condensed, he could not enter the temple, but was also blessed by the Emperor, so that he could eat and hide among the East Forest mountain waters.

So today, he must also take action to stop Lin Xie from leaving.

Only a few people, such as Gao Gongyue, knew of his arrival, so the swordsmanship between the bamboo forest was unknown.

Yet the high moon swept to a height he had never flown to, a white leaf blooming over the mansion and countless silver serpents rising in the sky fell into the eyes of many, deterring many people from their hearts and minds.

The cold iron face of Xiao Tie, standing in front of a tall pavilion window, is colder.

His judgment about Lin Xi was enduring, but he didn't think that his judgment was wrong.

……

Lin Xie passed through the bamboo forest, and he faced a dark village.

This village appears to be inhabited by poor people and is home to some earth-walled bungalows.

He was ready to rush into the village, but at that point he heard thunderous horseshoes.

The tranquillity of the quiet villages was also broken, and some houses were lit with oil lamps.

A line of black cavalry appeared in Lin Xie's sight on a path coming from the direction of the provincial capital in the distance.

Lin Xi sighed.

Even the garrison troops are on a massive scale, and it appears that all returns from this mansion to the provincial capital will be completely blocked by the army.

This momentum, I'm afraid, will be followed by a carpeted search.

This game becomes completely catchable or unable to catch Lin Xie.

Lin Xi glanced at it and his eyes stopped on several mountain ranges to the east.

This area of Donglin Province is surrounded by plains, with only a few mountains in the southeast corner outside the city, known as Sanmao Peak.

There is a fatalistic gossip in the mountain, and the incense fire is quite a bustling view of the Taoist, called the White Cloud View.

Lin Xi slightly bowed down, plundered into a wilderness, and rushed towards that mountain.

“Huh!”

In the night sky, several rockets were suddenly fired, pointing out his position at a distance.

The horseshoe sounded like a ray, and a light cavalry immediately chased him in his direction.