Immortal Devil Transformation

The blue umbrella slightly attracted Xue Wantao's gaze.

The severe pain coming from the broken palm distracted him.

But Lindsey didn't stop.

After grasping the pale blue sword straightened in the sky by a tough old cloth, he once again issued a sword, instead of taking the sword-sharing ceremony of Qing Zheng, Chen Feirong quickly ravaged into the sword ceremony.

The blue umbrella was blown by the wind brought by his shadow and flew over Xue Wantao's head.

His people instantly snatched into Xue Wantao's midline, the sword light sprinkled, Xue Wantao lost the opportunity, even when it was fully prosperous, faced with a sword that was like crashing into his arms had no time to evade and could only be hardwired.

In the light of the pale blue sword, Xue Chengtao's blood vessels in the white face appeared to be splendidly blue. He couldn't figure out why. Ming Zhengtao had previously been under siege. Ming Zheng was much weaker than himself. However, from the beginning until now, he was facing Lin Xi, but he was caught in the downwind. Especially at this time, he felt that death was approaching, but naturally he was unwilling to die like this.

So he took another half step back, bought himself some time, and then his short sword backhanded to Lin Xi's sword body. Wanting to fight Lin Xi hard, he wanted to use his skill to pick Lin Xi's long sword out.

The only thing he can rely on at this moment is the speed of response and experience of fighting.

However, Lin Xi seemed to have anticipated his thoughts. Just before the green sword in his hand intersects Lin Xi's long sword, Lin Xi's heavy sinking, his full strength and weight were suddenly pressed against his long sword.

In Xue Wantao's repair, even if Lin Xin pressed with all his strength and body weight, he could have shook Lin Xie back, but his chest ached just as the two swords crossed and the fire between his swords was great.

He and Lin Xi's impassed strength leaked.

“When!”

The sound between the two swords was wide open. Lin Yue's sword bent an arc and bounced straight away. His figure was nailed to the ground like a nail, but Xue Wantao was shocked out instead.

The umbrella above the head is still drifting.

Xue Wantao felt more wet in his chest.

At this moment Xue Wantao doesn't even know whether to look at the umbrella above his head or at his chest.

Lin Xi's body jumped forward again, slaughtered him with a sword. The upper and soles of his shoes under his feet were cracked open by the force of his ten toes. He felt his muscles were tight and seemed to tense in a minute, but he never felt his body so strong.

He's glad he killed the goddamn Shun Yun and avenged the hanging of more than a dozen white bones and Wang Smith on the island.

He escaped from the siege of so many people, discovered the Dragonlight Quarry and tasted the red hemp and sesame seeds used by Baiyun to stew chickens in the past. He was pleased.

He broke through from a middle-class soulmaster to a high-end soulmaster, and he was happy that his hair could be as windless and automatic as the masters in the world films he was familiar with.

He walked out of the mountain and watched the ordinary woman rejoice in the orchid she had sent, and he rejoiced.

At this moment, he can take revenge for being forced to jump off a cliff. He is also full of joy.

These joys, all the more so, make him happy, powerful, and his state has reached an unprecedented peak.

“When!”

Xue Wantao was not able to avoid Lin Yi's direct sword. He only held Lin Yi's long sword in his hand when Lin Yi's long sword was approaching his face.

“Pong!”

Both feet were hit almost simultaneously.

A momentum burst between the two, Lin Xie's body shook, but when he looked at the instability of standing, he was holding on with one hand, flipping out empty-handed with a nice side, steadily standing.

Xue Wantao did not take a step back, but he drowned his head.

On the bandage on his chest, a drop of yellow bean-sized blood seemed to spill out like dew.

The blue umbrella that had already landed on the top of his head and Lin's evening had risen again because of the air currents between them.

Lin Xi had no luck, his feet slammed on the ground, once again in a rather unreasonable posture, ravaged, sword took the knife, flying to the neck of Xue Wantao.

Xue Wantao slipped away. The sword slipped from his left shoulder. However, without waiting for him to strike back first with the sword, Lin Xi's entire body had reached his side. The long sword in his hand had taken a knife position and floated to his back.

This is Anchoy's knife.

In the state of Lin Xie, this knife also suddenly has Ankoei's imminent arrival.

Xue Wantao did not have time to turn around. When Lin Xi's sword had already cut off his clothes, he backed his hand. The green sword in his hand was hard and raw, flat against his skin slipped into Lin Xi's sword.

“When!”

The sound of gold iron is loud again.

Xue Wantao's sword has reached its peak, but the power of Lin Xi's blow is still like a wave, all slapped hard on him.

Xue Wantao's body swept forward, sending an extremely powerful tsunami.

He sprayed a bloody flower in his mouth.

The bandage on his chest bleeds from the tick, on his left hand bandage, and on the tick.

Xiao Tie Leng couldn't help but take a step forward.

He and Xue Wantao had no sympathy, but Xue Wantao was a practitioner of Yunqin, so he stepped forward because of his loyalty to the Empire and intolerance in his heart.

A smudge of black appeared in front of him.

As he stepped forward, Qingyu College black robe lecturer Guo Liying Eagle also stepped forward and crossed in front of him.

Guo Fangying did not make a sound, but all the officials present were frightened, and no one dared to take another step.

……

Xue Wantao landed, kneeling on one knee, coughed up a breath of blood again.

It's just a one-year student... who actually has so much fighting power and so many means... At this time, he understands why even people on the dragon bed in Imperial City, Zhongzhou, would notice that people as low as Lin Xi would force Lin Xi to make choices.

With every drop of blood spilling out, his body's energy is also losing a little bit.

He knew that if he took Lin Yi's sword again, even if Lin Yi's sword did not fall on him, his blood would slowly shed.

However, he still did not believe that he could not kill Lin Xie.

A roar, like a wild animal's battle, emanated from his throat, turning the pain of his broken palm and chest into a desperate force, sparing no effort to spray the power of his soul in the field.

A powerful breath sprayed out of him.

The sword flashes on the green sword in his hand, almost as long as the body of the sword itself, cannot be said to be brilliant.

“Ba” shouted, his sword hole pierced the air and pierced Lin Yi's throat.

Lin Xi had already rushed in, and Dawn Light's long sword continued unabated, chopping it directly towards Xue Wantao's short sword.

The two swords will meet again, but at this point Xue Wantao's face shows a slight cold mockery.

“This is what you taught me...”

By the time he made his voice, the green sword in his hand had flew out of his hand and shot at Lin Xie's face.

His left hand was broken, but he waved up, pointing at Lin Xi's pale green sword.

Meanwhile, his right heel was heavily hammered on the ground.

He is only a middle-class cultivation of the Great Sorcerer. Soul strength cannot converge around the heavens and the earth. It persists in the sword body symbol, so the moment the green sword leaves his hand, the glow has dimmed, just like an arrow.

But when his right heel landed heavily, the upper of his right gray boot also cracked open, but a blue light was emitted.

This is a small finger long blue fine needle.

It's also his real last kill move.

Lin Xi's long sword pierced his left hand and more blood flew out, making all the officials looking at him look whiter, but instead he laughed colder and more cynical.

Limit the movement of the other soldier's blade with his own flesh to earn time for a sharp blow, which Lin Xie taught him.

Even a grand sorcerer of the same rank would never have known he had such a final kill move and would never have avoided his real blow.

“Die! ”

At the time of the noise, he finally had in his heart the pleasure of facing Lin Xie that he had never had before.

But just at this point, his body was stuck and he made an unprecedented, terrific howl.

Just before that moment.

Just as Lin Chen's long sword just pierced his palm, Lin Chen's left leg leaned unreasonably aside, so a yellow dog pissed without a sense of beauty.

It is almost impossible for any practitioner to make such a move, and when a sword is stabbed out, it is difficult to stand steady and make strength.

However, this was an irrational, beauty motion. Xue Wantao's green sword flanked Lin Xie's cheek and carried a faint blood mark on Lin Xie's cheek. The blue light emitted from the upper of his right foot cracked, but it flew past from between Lin Xie's legs. “B” sounded, nailed into a wooden column in the rear hall, not even the tail of the needle.

Xue Wantao's screaming is not because of pain, but because of despair, because nothing can be believed!

Lin Xie's posture was indeed not very stable and unable to force, but the long sword in his hand was pushed forward as hard as he could, spinning. As he strangled a blood hole in Xue Wantao's broken palm, he also stabbed Xue Wantao's chest again and into the wound he had broken again.

Xue Wantao's right hand also fell and grabbed Lin Xie's sword body.

Lin Xinti's empty left leg also fell, and he tried again, and the sword slipped in Xue Wantao's hand, coming out of his back with a bloody stab.

Lin Xi's body was almost attached to Xue Wantao's body with the fall of the long sword.

“How is it possible… how can you avoid it? ”

Xue Wantao grabbed the sword's right hand loosened, and he used his last strength to ask the faint question.

“Because I am the same person as Dean Zhang… for the first time, I did not avoid.” Lin Xi rotated his sword body, pulled out his sword, and retracted. At the same time, in Xue Wantao's ear, he whispered softly in a whisper that only two people could hear.

Xue Wantao fell backwards.

He was just shocked and confused... because Lin Xi still didn't understand what he was saying.

He just saw that the umbrella in the sky was falling. The oil in his heart abhorred the umbrella, but there was no way to even look at the umbrella, which had always been like a shadow over his head, and he could only look at the umbrella to cover his final sky, his final gaze.

Xue Wan fell down heavily and breathed out his last breath.

The umbrella fell, Lin Yi caught it, and put the sword back into the umbrella handle.