Immortal Devil Transformation

A strong man like the Yellow Taoist had not known in his life how many wars he had undergone. He was cut open by Lin Xie. His eyes were filled with tremendous shock and disbelief, but he did not even send out a scream. Almost at the time the first piece of blood had spilled out of his wound, his left hand had pressed on the wound without regard for the pain of the bones. A soul continued to squeeze out of his fingers, continuously squeezing the wound, preventing more blood from bleeding.

He did not make a sound at all, yet at this moment the vast majority of the people between the dozen carriages saw a piece of blood spilling on him.

Everyone is in shock at this moment.

Qin Zheng also saw this scene from the gap between the bodies of two guards who were covering their car windows. His mouth opened and his whole body trembled more uncontrollably and violently.

He is also a practitioner, whose calm over the years has slowed him down and kept him away from the vicious slaughter. He has also forgotten how to fight as a practitioner, but after decades of dripping through stones, he has at least reached the Great Sorcerer to cultivate. It is precisely because of his status as a practitioner that he has confidence in his body and knows that he will be able to enjoy decades of glory and richness after leaving his post.

He could see that Lin Xi was only a practitioner of his own rank. In his view, practitioners of the same rank as Lin Xi would definitely be stabbed with a sword by the Yellow Taoist, and there was no power to fight back.

However, both sides simultaneously put out a sword. Lin Xi was safe and sound. The wounded sword was the Yellow Taoist.

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Since the regiment broke out between the first three carriages, several people in the rear carriage had approached Lin Xie and the Yellow Robe Taoists at this moment, but when they saw the blood spilled on the Yellow Robe Taoists, they were forced to stiffen their feet.

What good is it to go up there if even this young man can't kill this robe?

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Lin Xi flushed from the left side of the body of the Yellow Robe Taoist in a very uncomfortable position. Nor did he think that the auspicious hand was so perfect, but he knew very well that the strength of the Yellow Robe Taoist could not tolerate him to cheat... precisely because he knew very well the strength of the Yellow Robe Taoist, so he walked away from Anchoy's swer, only to ensure his own safety first, without thinking harshly about one sword can solve the opponent.

At the moment he missed himself with the Yellow Taoist, his body bowed and slipped around from behind the Yellow Taoist to the right, while his wrist flexed extremely flexibly, such as without bones, with a gush of soul power, chopped to the back of the Yellow Taoist.

Yellow Taoist's reaction and speed remained above him. At the moment when his left hand pressed his wound to stop the bleeding, the whole thing also turned around. The right hand's long sword went hard toward Lin Xiezha.

If there were no accidents, his sword would still pierce Lin Yi's body before Lin Yi's sword fell on him and shock Lin Yi out.

Yet there are many accidents in the world.

Lin Xi's generous robe sleeves, lying in a auspicious.

Luckily, he was satisfied with his performance, so he whispered again, cautiously using some of the power of his savings.

Yellow Taoist's pupils contracted again instantaneously, and the soul power in his body erupted once again without reservation. At this moment, he had reacted completely, whatever was in the sleeve of the young man in the robe, but with something like this, he could never have been the opponent of the young man in the robe.

“Pfft!”

Many broken ice crystals appeared in front of him again, and the motion slowed again. Lin Xin dyed the blade of white frost and cut it into his chest as he turned around, dragging a long wound out of his chest.

Hot blood was sprayed from the chest of the Yellow Robe Man, on a piece of ice flower in front of him.

When these clear ice flowers were dyed red, it was as if a layer of red flowers spread rapidly between him and Lin Xie and disappeared as the ice flowers melted.

Until then, slightly more people saw the appearance of such ice flowers between Lin Xie and the Yellow Taoist.

The soul power in Huanggangdao's body sprayed more intensely in an instant, his already meatless cheeks appeared drier at this moment, but the white frost on his eyebrows and hair was all shaken into a finer powder, sputtering out of his body.

A loud whistle emanated from his mouth. Despite the blood spilling from his chest, his legs alternated on the ground, his left hand also left the wound, his big sleeve raced forward, the whole person flew out desperately backwards. He did not want to date Lin Yue at all. He just wanted to escape from Lin Xie's side and go ahead and kill the rest of the assassins.

Lin Xi's fix is not fast enough to keep pace with the Yellow Taoist at this time.

However, Lin Xi still has a side connotation.

Even Lin Xi doesn't know how many unique arrows are brought out of Qingyu College by the truly talented sideburner.

At this point, a black all-over stainless steel arrow with a spinning vortex hit the back of the yellow robe man. At a distance of more than ten meters from the yellow robe man, the arrow of this black stainless steel arrow suddenly cracked open, and a small arrow of wang blue fired at a steeper speed.

The long sword in the hands of the Yellow Robe Taoist accurately cut this arrow that had exceeded the limit of normal human sight. The hard-boiled arrow flew out, but was only blocked by this. Lin Xie had followed him, and a sword cut into his thigh, breaking an artery in his thigh.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the yellow robe man howled like an injured beast.

The strength of the practitioner is powerful. Usually, the strength of the blood flowing in the body and the soul power accumulated in the body can give the practitioner an unimaginable power.

Yet the body of the practitioner is weak.

There's a lot of blood, and there's a sharp drop in body function, and you're going to die soon.

The Yellow Taoist could not run any more, he had to stop bleeding, his left hand crushed a bottle of medicine, and a burst of soul power was pressed against the wound on his thigh.

His fiercely congested eyes stared dead at Lin Xie, but what plunged him into despair was that he found that the young opponent possessed completely incompatible cold and combat experience... He understood that this young man's cultivation was not filled out like a duck by some big man, but was truly grinded out through a battle between life and death.

Even at this moment, the young opponent remains absolutely patient, leaving room for every move, only to be able to kill and injure him while trying to keep himself safe.

“Who the hell are you! ”

Qin Zheng did not know, this Yellow Taoist followed him and also had secrets he did not know. When he left the city to welcome his new life, the same mood existed. He just felt that a new curtain was pulling away in front of him. At this moment, he understood that he could not escape from the young man's hands. The meatless Yellow Taoist with his cheeks was extremely unhappy, and he shouted desperately.

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Lin Xi did not respond.

Even with auspicious help, it is still too dangerous for him to cross the ranks.

The oppression given to him by every sword of the Yellow Taoist was simply unimaginable. It was a real suffocation of death, so his mind was always tight and he was in a state that he could never achieve while practicing on his own.

Every evasion he makes, every sword he strikes, is beyond the limits of what is normally possible.

In this case, his consciousness even directly isolated the roar of the Yellow Taoist, the only thing in his mind being the sword of the Yellow Taoist and every movement trajectory of his body.

His sword pierced the left abdomen of the Yellow Taoist, at this point in his judgment, where he was most likely to get it.

Fortunately, he also took control again in a timely manner, using a little of his own power.

The body of the Yellow Taoist is slightly stiff.

Everyone saw his robe swell, the ink-green sword in his hand cut over Lin Xi's head, cut off several strands of Lin Xi's hair, and Lin Xin's silver-light sword stabbed him in his left abdomen, and pulled it out very quickly, in a nearly fallen position, bent over from his side.

The Yellow Taoist roared terribly and turned to wave his sword.

His sword still failed to strike Lin Xie. Instead, a crack appeared in his neck, and a blood arrow burst out.

Dumped like a mountain.

The body of the Yellow Taoist knelt forward and his left hand pressed dead against his neck.

Lin Xi no longer cared about the Yellow Taoist, and stabbed several men with long guns. He had already forced Jiang to laugh and sweep away the warrior in the basement.

He knew that with so many wounds and so much blood, the Yellow Taoist could not have had the strength to stand up again, even if he could not die.

“Huh!”

A warrior saw Lin Xie coming from the raging light in his eyes. Before he could feel the fear, he saw a pale blue tip of his sword coming out of his chest.

Then his body was like a high-speed wagon, crashing into a myriad of bone cracks, flying up, hitting a nearby martial artist who couldn't escape, hitting the martial artist with a grunt, sitting on the ground and sliding out.

Jiang smiled slightly under pressure, coupled with his absolute trust in Lin Xie, the plane held a stabbed long gun in one arm, his whole body borrowed a position and stomped on the armed man with a gun.

The warrior's chest was depressed by his slip, his mouth was sprayed with blood, and he fell backwards, and his long gun was snatched by Jiang Jiaoyi.

On one side, there was also an almost unconscious warrior who burst into his own power, holding a gun across the air, and there was no way to avoid Jiang Jiaoyi stabbing him.

But just then, Lin Xie had hit him.

A warrior in front of him who was hit by Lin Xi did not cause any obstruction to Lin Xi at all. Lin Xi's body was not huge, but at this time he was like a giant lizard riding a collision. Just between breaths, the two warriors in front of him were all easily struck out like two leaves.

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The unemotionally controlled strings on the side of the contour are applied.

Her right arm, which controls the string, has become abnormally sour under sudden full force injection. She knew perfectly well that her arm muscles would be pulled, but the battle situation was already extremely clear in her eyes. The number of martial arts and practitioners among the twelve carriages originally in Qin Dynasty was an absolute advantage, but because of the deterrence of the battle between Lin Xi and the Yellow Taoist, coupled with the suppression of arrows between her and the short-haired young man around her, the invisible midst of the five or six carriages in the back and the disconnection in the front made the battle between the carriages in front completely one-sided posture. She knew that as long as she persisted for dozens of breaths of time, the battle would end without suspense.

The “cold wolf” next to Linghan's face was unnamed, his arm had trembled so thoroughly that he could not shoot continuously, and the arrows were not dared to shoot at a battle regiment with his own people, because he could no longer guarantee the accuracy of his own archery.

His real name is Xie Shuang, although he is not yet a practitioner, but he is an Iron Blood soldier who is extremely loyal to the Empire. He has also seen some practitioner arrows, knowing that even if the practitioner has a soulful moderation mediation, under continuous shooting, his muscles cannot recover quickly, and his pain will be more than difficult to shoot arrows.

He knew that the arrow velocity was even much faster than the practitioner's arrows he had seen before, but so many arrows came down… her eyebrows had already had a painful look, but she was still shooting, and this will shook his heart and deeply shocked and admired him.

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