Immortal Devil Transformation

There is a clear creek between the mountains, and there are many dead leaves floating in the stream, reminiscent of the yellow flowers on the forehead of the girl, the situation is beautiful.

A burst of horseshoes broke the silence between the mountains.

More than thirty rode out of the mountain gut trail and stopped in front of this crystal clear stream.

In all these ordinary clothes, even horses are just ordinary horses. In a team that looks like ordinary merchants, Xu Proverbs rationalized some dry hair due to dust, swallowed a hard saliva, and looked vigilantly at everything in the surrounding mountains with a constant slight frightening look.

Because his father, Xu Tianwang, the most powerful figure in the Xu family, was one of the most powerful hearts and minds of the Nine Elders named Jiang in the Imperial City of Zhongzhou, Xu Tianwang was also much clearer about the situation in the west under the control of the Smelling Moon than the general nobility.

Before expressing his disappointment with the Proverbs and allowing them to carry out such tasks, Xu Tianwang had also fully informed Xu of the situation in the west.

However, it was different from what happened west of Lin Xie when Zhuwei appeared at the military assembly site of Sheeptip Mountain. Lin Xi was informed by Qingxi College because he felt that Lin Xi had the right to know and make trade-offs, although even Qingwei was very certain that Lin Xi would definitely go west because of his friends. Xu Tianwang told Xu these words, but he wanted to let Xu know that he was always under the shadow of true death, and that he was forced to do so with real death and fear.

As for whether this is good or bad for the Proverbs, Xu Tianwang is not much to consider, because in the view of a man like him who has been favoured by the Jiang family because of his strength and callousness, if he cannot progress under the oppression of fear and is overwhelmed by fear, then such a man is a waste and does not deserve any pity, even if he is his son.

The powerful and terrible smell of the moon lies not only in the control of all the armies that were once the vast mausoleum area of the fifteen lands of Xiyi, not only in the presence of so many practitioners' gatekeepers under his throne and his Sirius Guard, but also in the fact that no one knows how many men he has placed outside over the years and how many have served him because of the advantages he has given or because of his existence and dealings with him.

After the passing away of Emperor Yun Qin, the new Emperor Sun Jinser succeeded him, the biggest real hero in the whole world, not just a martial arts man who knew how to fight and kill.

After the smell of the sky moon directly killing all the teams with the Emperor's will with dark thunder, completely demonstrating his rupture and madness, all the next teams proceeded clandestinely, completely without passing through the official offices and stations, Xu Proverbs did not know how many teams like them were now moving between the mountains, rivers and lakes of the Yunqin Empire, but he knew that many teams had been assassinated even shortly after leaving China. So they didn't risk their lives when they approached Bitu Mausoleum, but within the next twenty or thirty days, anytime, anywhere.

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Xu Proverbs saw that the river in front of this clear creek was so deep that it would certainly not be possible to drive the horse directly through it.

He saw a wilderness not far away, a bamboo raft lying there without a trace, and he saw a witch temple on the top of the mountain in the distance, where the worship should be that of the mountain gods worshipped by the mountain people of the area.

Then he couldn't help but turn his head and look at the man on a gray horse in front of him.

Riding on the gray horse is a middle-aged man with slightly white horns, with a clear face , like a reader, dressed like a manager or bookkeeper in this “merchant team”, Xu Proverbs does not know the identity of this person, for the sake of confidentiality and safety, the vast majority of people in this “merchant team” do not know the name and identity of each other at all, even do not know which person is the one they want to truly protect to be sent to Bi Luling. The itinerary and the living were all arranged by a tall, silent middle-aged man on the team, but Xu Mantra felt that the middle-aged man, who looked like Mr. Book House, had some different temperament and should be far more powerful than his practitioner.

At this moment, the Proverbs look at the middle-aged man's side, and he has been in a bit of a mood of alarm to calm down a bit.

At this time, several fellow riders who had not had enough fresh water left in their bags had disembarked, ready to fill the bags first, the tall figure in the team, and the silent oligarchs dressed as samurai were observing whether the river could be bypassed, or whether the bamboo raft could be fortified and crossed.

It was also at this time that Xu Proverbs saw some very slight anomalies in the middle-aged man dressed as Mr. Gray Horse Bookkeeper.

He saw the middle-aged man's ears tremble slightly, his back unusually stiff, and then the man sided, looking at a dense forest across the clear creek.

“Careful, something doesn't seem right. ”

The slight anomaly he felt was quickly confirmed, and the middle-aged man, who looked like the account owner, immediately sounded cold and low.

Everyone was shocked and tightened up.

“Ka... ka...”

Just at this point, in the mountains across the river, watched by a middle-aged man like this bookkeeper, a noise of velocity rhythmic metal hinges and intense metal friction sounded.

And yet, at this very moment, the middle-aged man turned to look elsewhere.

That's their side, that hillside not far behind the bamboo raft.

There was a strange low buzzing sound that only he could hear while sounding under the cover of a fierce rubbing sound of metal across the river.

All these voices, instantly, became the sound of complete wind thunder.

Three black metal crossbows with thick baby arms burst the tree in the mountain forest across the river from the crowd's sharply contracted pupils, electrocuting it!

On the hillside behind that bamboo raft, a horrible spinning white cold light giant sickle with long and short horses will cut off everything along the way, all the rough grass and fine trees along the way without any resistance to all the cutting, brushing scattered, lying down.

“Pfft!” “Pfft! ”

Three giant black metal crossbows instantly rushed into the formation, one empty, two holes through each rider, breaking through the horrible blood hole, tearing all the organs in the chest of the two riders apart and turning them into blood streams from behind.

The horrific spinning white cold light sickle on the rear of the side descended simultaneously, instantly cutting the neck of the horse under the seat with the two riders' hips stopped, and the wind thunder did not abate at all.

Because Xu has been watching the subtle movements of the middle-aged man like Mr. Accounting House, he discovered this horrible sickle before the vast majority of people in this team, and after all, he had undergone a lot of training in the trial valley of Qingyang College. When this horrible spinning sickle emerged from the hillside with the wind thunder, he was scared to the extreme. Xu Proverbs had already made a move, jumped off his horse and lay on the ground.

However, his body was only a few inches away from the ground and had not yet really landed in the air, and the horrible white cold light sickle had been cut off from the horse on which he had originally been riding.

His face was facing the ground and he did not see the neck of a sturdy horse cut off as easily as a straw, but he heard the sound of the blood column coming out of the horse's neck and felt the chill on the giant blade that flew over his back.

His pores were instantly sweating cold, his hands and feet were soft, and he hardly had the strength to draw out the blade.

The middle-aged practitioner's eyes were all squinted into a line.

He was absolutely capable of dodging the horrible sickle that struck him, but he knew perfectly well that at least five riders behind him could not have dodged the blade at all, so at this moment he did not dodge, exhale and draw a golden sword from the saddle-side cloth.

The golden sword turned into a brilliant minefield as he drank it, slamming it from the bottom up into a spinning sickle that reached his side.

“Boom!”

Two metallic objects intersect, but there is an unusually dull roar.

The white cold-light sickle was picked up hard, like a giant mussel that kept flipping in the air.

The gray horse under the middle-aged practitioner's seat with a long golden sword fell laterally, his four hooves broke at the same time, and there was no screaming, and a bloody mist rushed out of his mouth.

The middle-aged cultivator was shocked out of his horse's back and shouted, falling in the middle of the creek.

Proverbs lying on the ground shivered with horror and incredible thoughts in their minds.

Moon Crossbow!

The assassins of Nangong Qingyue actually used their power only to cross the moon under the crossbow!

There is also more power on the through-the-moon crossbow, there are not many of them in the entire military, one blade needs five or six ordinary soldiers to lift the revolving blade car!

Whether it's a crossbow or a revolving blade car, it's huge. People who smell the moon can actually transport this kind of weapon here without being discovered, for an assassination!

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Two belly-wearing riders fell to the ground.

Shiny white sickle landed.

Three headless horses and a hard-boiled horse were crushed and slashed across the floor, and two hip-chopped riders were lying in blood on the ground.

A dozen cold glittering claws were thrown from the trees across the street with black chains as the team was suddenly engulfed with bloody smell, to the middle-aged practitioner who had fallen into the river.

Dozens of black assassins with long knives and white iron metal masks rushed silently out of the hillside from the white sickle, such as dozens of black streams, instantly penetrating the team, and the bloody strangulation began.

Shivering, Xu Proverbs from the ground drew two triangular blades. He saw that a rider in front of him stabbed an assassin's eye socket with a sword, but just in the middle of Xu Xuan's sudden shivering, a long knife cut the rider's head off with half his shoulder, and the blood splashed onto Xu Proverbs' face.

The assassin who cut down the rider directly smashed the slanted body into front of Xu Proverbs.

Xu Mantra was almost an instinctive reaction of the body, retracted, and the stab blade of his right hand pierced the assassin's chest armor and penetrated the assassin's body.

The assassin screamed, and on the threshold of his death, a strong willpower erupted, exhausting his final strength, and the long knife of his right hand stabbed out, stuck into the shoulder of Xu Proverbs.

The cold blade penetrates the flesh and cuts onto the bone, trapped by the bone. Half of Xu's body twitched like a wild animal, and the stab blade in his hand kept crashing into the assassin's body. He fell to the ground with the assassin. When the assassin's body pressed him to the ground, he was still screaming. He was still stabbing the already unresponsive assassin's body.