Immortal Devil Transformation

Extremely stinging metal friction, the haze and branches of the flying sword, a circle of bright Mars, made Lin Xie and others who had not discovered the trace of Zhuwei clearly see where Zhuwei is.

In that instant, the black robe outside of Zhuwei was penetrated and danced at high speed, and the sharply cut sword was hung into powder, ignited by Mars, and turned into a flame of countless star dots.

The thin, transparent sword is constantly cut and punctured, and the temperature of the sword's body rises sharply, becoming slightly red. However, this thin sword is made of some material, but there is no sign of softening or damage. There is no slight wear on the blade, and it is still hard and sharp.

The armor in the black robe has been completely exposed.

This is a black metal armor that looks equally light but has an incredible momentum.

A slice of narrow metal nail sheet, like the fur on a phoenix wing, fits very tightly together. In some very fine inscriptions that are invisible to the naked eye, the black light wraps around, forming the shape of a bird on the body of the wafer, and several black lights flow beneath his feet, like several long tail feathers.

The armor appeared to be stacked together on its own, but under the soul power of Zhuwei, the inner chips automatically extended to cover his entire body, even his eyes covered by two thin and transparent chips.

Under the constant high-speed cutting of a flying sword with horrific power, this armor on Zhuwei did not leave even a tiny scratch.

“Spiritual soldiers of Qingxian College... are truly the best in the world...”

Like the sighs of countless transparent little mouths.

Qingyu College is proud not only of the glory of Dean Zhang, but also of the many powerful practitioners unknown to the world, as well as the many powerful spiritual soldiers that the world could not even imagine.

……

Cold Yunqin, with a giant axe in his hand, rushed to the back of the redshirt lady singer, nodded slightly to Lin Xie and others, and turned around, holding an axe, watched a bright and hot fire burst between the light sword body and the black coat.

He is also aware that even with his cultivation, there is no way to get involved at this moment, this battle that brings together so many powerful practitioners, the rare battle of the world, is still the confrontation between Zhuwei and this Purgatory Mountain saint. He can only act as a close attendant to the redshirt lady singer at this moment in case the sword suddenly comes back and helps to deal with the bloody flame and the strength of the cave practitioner over him.

Lin Xie extinguished Mars on her body, and her skin was still in hot pain, but her heart and hands and feet were filled with cold silk.

At this moment, Weisson's cold is exactly like an iron cast god of war. This armor outside him never seems to break. However, Lin Xie remembers some of Anchoy's words very clearly. There are gaps in any powerful armor, and he is the legendary disciple of Zhuowei. He knows very well where a wind walker is powerful. He knows that if Zhuowei can find each other, then the arrow will not be a flying sword, but will be fired directly at the Purgatory Mountain Saint.

Even at this moment, Lin Xie knew the ability of Yiwei. As long as the position of the other party was determined, Yiwei could still launch a steady arrow. However, he could not find where his opponent was, and he could not fight back.

…...

The cardigan's hands were constantly touching the strings.

Because the spray of soul power exceeded the limits of her body's ability, blood continued to bleed in her nails, and every pound of breath burst from the violin with a hint of red blood.

Countless trenches appeared before her.

A slice of mud turned into a sword, impacted aggressively on the barbarian practitioner, and then the mud flowed elsewhere, filling the trenches, and then the mud was impacted out by the forces she inspired.

The mud was burned to the fog by the horrible temperature on the barbarian practitioner of the cave, and some of the mud contaminated him, causing him to begin to build up a layer of mud shell.

Because the mud was very fine and extremely sticky, it became tougher and tougher under constant burning, not shocked by the smell and flame on his body, and firmly attached to his skin.

“Pfft!”

A bite of blood erupted from the mouth of the redshirt actress, flushing out the red shirt on her face, revealing a white porcelain face with a light mole at the corner of her mouth.

With this gut of blood erupting, the soul strength in the red shirt female violinist completely dried up, the pounding soul force bursting between her ten fingers suddenly broke off, the ten fingers on the string, unable to move, but was drawn out of a blood mouth.

The sound of the violin is broken as if it were a cry.

The redshirt actress, holding the red ancient violin in her hands, turned her head, and she had completely inspired herself, knowing that from this moment on, the war had nothing to do with her.

At this moment, Yun Qin, who had been standing by her with an axe, led the way, crossed her and accelerated like a leopard, and rushed to the cave practitioner.

The barbarian practitioner roared.

From the burgeoning smell on the leader of this Yunqin, he also knew that this was the most dangerous moment. His feet were stuck in the dirt below, and all the dirt below was burned to hard ceramic. Then he punched him hard in the front and smashed it out.

It was at this time that Yun Qin's leader jumped high and held a giant axe when his head was cut off.

The timing of both was precise, and they didn't seem to want any tricks, so they wanted to separate wins and losses in that way.

The bright axe instantly darkens, and all the luminosity converges on the axe blade, flowing out like water.

Cave practitioner's fist, with his ax blade impacted.

“Boom!”

A shock wave filled with flames exploded around two people, the ground beneath the barbarian practitioner's feet cracked open countless spider web-like cracks, and a hard piece of ceramic jumped.

His fists became fleshy, the flames faded sharply, and his body stood up like a spear after the stormy onslaught of the redshirt actress, pouring backwards, sitting on the ground, in the pores of his body's skin, and countless traces of hot congee of sticky blood gushed out.

His people instantly became a blood man.

Yun Qin, with a giant axe in his hand, flew out with a backshock and high flying in the air.

His hair and eyebrows burned, his skin became a little coke black, the fist of the cave practitioner and his axe blade impacted, and when the fractured flesh broke, a dozen strands of blood impacted him.

These dozens of pieces of blood, like dozens of burning fine rockets, burned through his black armor, stabbed him in the flesh that even blood ants could not phage, and stabbed him in the body.

“Bang!”

He also fell heavily into the mud, coughing and lying in the mud, but could not even sit up for a moment.

“Fire King! ”

The green-eyed girl cried and shook towards the decadent floor, turning into a blood man's cave barbarian practitioner.

Lin Xi and Aylan also rushed towards the leader of Yunqin, who had already missed their appointment.

This battle has been so brutal and terrible.

……

The sound of swordsmashing armor suddenly and rapidly became faster in this instant.

The thin flying sword continues to cut the right shoulder of Zhuwei slightly down, tilting up, every time it touches the armour, it retracts at a speed beyond the limit of the human eye, and then returns at a faster speed. It just sounds like a puffy, puffy number, but in fact, between these numbers, it has been cut hundreds of times.

The Red Shirt Girl has turned around completely and looked at the location of Zhuwei.

Lin Yunqin, who had already rushed to the front of General Yunqin, who was lying in the mud, suddenly became stiff and turned around at the greatest speed of his life.

Though it is impossible to understand the realm of the Sacred Master with his cultivation at all, he is well aware that this instantaneous control sword is slashed at such a rate, and he does not know how much soul power to consume, exactly like spraying out all the power in his body without stinging. The saint of Purgatory Mountain has also seized an opportunity, and the confrontation between him and Zhouwei has reached the point of final battle.

Only between his turns, a piece of metal nail on the right shoulder of Zhuwei was cut hundreds of times at this moment, pushed slightly upwards, revealing a slight gap that only Zhuwei and the Purgatory Mountain Saint could sense.

Zhuwei's hand turned to this place.

The fact that his palm of hand had been falling towards the place, yet the sword was rapidly passing between his palm and the place, forming a sword light screen, an iron currents.

“Huh!”

The thin flying sword clings to the edge of his palm and penetrates into the very thin, thin gap of his chip, like the tongue of a demon, licking greedily.

Blood sprayed out of the chip crevices.

The extremely thin flying sword was pressed by the palms of Zhuwei's hand, stiffened, constantly vibrating, rubbing, making an abnormally harrowing sound. Juwei held the right arm of the giant bow, but he drowned helplessly.

“Tsk!”

With the lubrication of blood, this extremely thin sword slipped out of the palm of Zhuwei's hand in a fierce battle.

A squeaky hum in the air also seemed to drain the power of this purgatory mountain saint.

Hundreds of steps apart, the redshirt actress and Zhuwei, while this muffled hum came out, above the sky between the two, the fog suddenly disturbed and there was some strange wind.

Weiwei and Lin Xie first noticed this unusual wind, looking up.

Then they saw that the mist in the sky was scattered from the wind up and down, and a shadow fell.

A metallic figure with long metal wings surrounded by black light and precious blue light.

The cardigan also saw the figure, and her mouth had to show a bitter smile.

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(Next chapter later in the evening...)