Immortal Devil Transformation

The middle-aged practitioner who fell into the water of the clear river slapped the river with one hand. A river the size of which lay on the palm of the table did not splash a splash of water, but went down neatly and neatly like a mirror.

With the backlash of this beat, the middle-aged practitioner's body jumped across the water, and the golden yellow sword in his hand did not even emit the same bright lightning as before, easily chopping off all dozens of chilly glittering claws thrown in the forest.

One sword picked a terrifying blade sufficient to cut off five or six people at the same time, then photographed the surface of the water to the essence, and cut off a dozen claws that wanted to tie him up. This middle-aged practitioner is like an angel, where there is the weakness of the previous Mr. Half Branch Office.

Yet at this moment, the middle-aged practitioner, cold as water, lowered his head to his chest.

His chest had nothing. After all, his clothes had just fallen into the water. His clothes were wet by the river. When he filmed the water, the cold river water in his clothes was shaken out by the powerful smell from his body. At this moment, all his clothes appeared dry, and there were only some hidden signs of water on his chest clothes.

But a very cold and itchy feeling is spreading from his chest toward his body, like a greedy locust sucking blood into his body.

“The river is very poisonous! ”

Just between these low heads, the middle-aged practitioner reacted, sending a fierce warning of anger, powerful souls gushing out of the soles of his feet, the whole man floating forward like a butterfly, instantly plunging into the forest across the bank.

By the time the soles of his feet had touched the ground, his face had developed a harsh and dusty colour.

An infinite amount of chills came out of this middle-aged practitioner's heart field and was able to poison the running water... and the other party could instantly launch an assassination with a through-the-moon crossbow and a revolver, forcing him into the water... such a sharp strain assassination would never be possible anywhere with a combination of military and scattered practitioners. This can only prove once again that the men who smell the moon are the ones who know the battle best.

The middle-aged practitioner knew perfectly well that the stranglehold behind the river was in dire need of his own participation, but he also knew perfectly well that it was no longer possible for him to join the battlefield there in a short period of time, because he could not survive such a poisonous invasion unless he killed the man on the other side in a very rapid time and won some time to concentrate on removing the toxins from his body.

At this moment, a sword was cut into his shoulder bone, and the prophecy that fell on the ground was still screaming like a beast, and the stab blade in his hand was still stabbing into the body of the assassin who pressed him.

His scream suddenly subsided and his body was stiff. A cold black gun filled with killing gas penetrated the body of the assassin pressed against him and, under his subconscious dodging, stabbed him in the heart.

He had a mirror inside his inner leather armor.

The black rifle pierced the leather armor and failed to pierce the mirror to nail him to the ground with the body of the assassin on his body, yet the depression of the mirror and the fear and pain caused by the compression of his chest made him scream again violently.

At the moment when the howl exited again, the three sons of the Xu family finally figured something out.

His father was the strongest and most powerful figure in the Criminal Division. He also had a provincial governor's brother-in-law in Beihang Province. He also had the support of the Jiang family behind Xu family. So, after entering Qingyu College, he was proud of his pure gold spoon, and it was a huge gold spoon. He looked at the barbaric and earthy bags with natural disdain in his eyes. Even a father like Liu Ziyu was bound to become the provincial governor's gold spoon during the year. He could only count as a small gold spoon.

At this moment, however, he finally realized that his ruthless father would never really care about him, and even in the face of true death, he was no different from his normally despised schoolmates, but on his own.

“Ah...”

The last glimmer of disillusionment in his heart completely understood that his father could not come to save himself, looked down on Lin Yue during the week, because Qin Xie Yue's extremely hostile Golden Spoon Xu Proverbs more fiercely howled, his whole person jumped off the ground like crazy, into the arms of the assassin who had just pulled out the black long gun.

The knife of the previous assassin was still embedded on the shoulder of the Proverbs, but he ignored the knife and burst into the arms of the previous assassin screaming.

The first time an assassin of his will gave up his gun, he pulled out a black dagger that he did not know where he was tied to, and slammed it hard against the door of the Proverbs.

But he underestimated the power of the Proverbs, or he had no idea that this despicable young man, who was clearly afraid of a frightening war, would erupt at this moment. Pong, his upper body was slammed backwards, the stab blade in Xu Prophet's hand kept sticking into his heart in a howl and pulling it out.

His dagger still stretched out to Prophecy, but he lost the power of his successor and drowned in desolation.

Xu Proverbs howled and pushed the assassin's body away, howling and rushing towards the nearest assassin in front of him.

I don't know if I've ever seen such an unwitting battle, or because Xu Zheng is a practitioner after all, much faster and more powerful than the average elite soldier. The assassin in front of him seemed to have been staggered slightly and was stabbed in the throat by Xu Zheng, who jumped.

The roaring Proverbs sat directly on the assassin's shoulder, stabbing him constantly until the assassin fell back and his throat was filled with caves and almost broken.

At one time, Xu Proverbs appeared very prominent in this mess. At one time, several cold assassins were attracted to Xu Proverbs and hid from them.

At this time, even the prophecy of Xu was not usually noticed, and the face of the darkest middle-aged man dressed like a carriager appeared slightly yellow.

Dozens of crossbow needles shot from the arms of an assassin on his side, hidden from the crossbowl, struck him like a storm, only piercing his clothes, but not really penetrating his skin.

Between the pupil contractions of the assassin, a soft sword of purple and black had appeared in the hands of the skinny middle-aged man.

Soft swords roam the air like snakes, and assassins with hidden crossbows fly off their heads.

…….

The stab blade in Xu's hand once again pierced the throat of an assassin, a powerful force that instantly caused the assassin to twitch strangely locally due to his brain's inability to control his body, unable to perform any effective action. It was also at this moment that a knife was slaughtered on the back of the Proverbs, breaking his armor, entering the flesh, and spraying blood.

Xu Mao howled and turned around, but saw the shadow of a soft purple and black sword, and saw a headless assassin standing behind him.

“Sorry.”

He heard someone say that to him.

The headless assassin with the knife fell down in front of him, and the blood in his neck poured on him like a fountain.

Then he realized that his surroundings had become quiet, with only some repressed * and wheezing.

Then he realized that the most obnoxious black skinny horse on the team apologized to him for not completely stopping the knife, leaving him with a deep wound in his back.

“Brother! ”

At this point, the skinny black horse was already breathing iron blood and shouting across the river.

“I'm fine.” Such a voice was heard in the case.

Due to massive loss of blood and weakness, the rhetoric of standing still began to be dizzy and cold.

Only a dozen people stood around him. Five or six of them were still on guard with their blades. The tall man in charge of the team's travel route and living on weekdays had arrived beside him with an extremely ugly hand-held military first-aid kit and was ready to stitch his wound. However, Xu Yan finally seemed to be turning back into an adult. He sat down in a bloodbath. Wow, he kept vomiting.

Never before this bloody promise of killing, vomiting desperately, vomiting trembling, vomiting as if to spit out the internal organs of the body, vomiting so that the eyes could not see anything.

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Between the black waters of White Mountain, on the banks of Akiyoshizawa.

A call has been made to the army, ready to leave.

Even at this time, many of the usual untamed soldiers still cast from time to time a respectful and venerable gaze into a camp tent in the Redwood Woods.

A female priest in a white sacrificial robe is walking towards the tent in the sight of many soldiers close to the tent.

The priestess's apprentice's face also had a glimmer of worship and a vision of glory.

Her hands held two pale golden priests' robes, a pale golden priests' robe embroidered with a three-tailed black fox cat pattern.

Until then, all the sergeants belonging to the Army of the Sheep's Top Fields knew that a "Fearless” medal had been placed in the tent of that battalion.

And all these sergeants know from the military briefings that, prior to that, Patron Lin Xie already had two medals.

This “Fearless” medal is already Lin Xie's third medal!

All sweet words may be false, but the Yun Qin Medal, which represents glory, cannot be false.

So at this moment, in the eyes of these sergeants, in this black-water place in White Mountain, where the sun of Yunqin cannot shine, this black camp tent is shining an exciting light.