Immortal Devil Transformation

The wide sword in the hands of the Black Tiger pierced the chest of a driver. At this point, a silver-lined arrow flew through his ear, and he immediately felt hot blood spraying through his back neck.

His heart turned briskly, only to see a warrior who sometime approached him quietly with a silver arrow in his forehead and fell backwards.

The cold tall bald man knew where the arrows came from. Almost everyone on his side of the eye saw him standing well without exception. He had a little more respect in his heart for Lin Xi and others. He was just a little confused at the moment, and even if these young men were disciples of the Empire who came out of the high schools, it would not have been possible to have such momentum and command at such a young age.

……

A white shadow moved fast under the carriage.

This is one of the twin brethren practitioners still alive. After he was pressed into the carriage by the arrows of Bengham, as the arrows of Bengham were still flying in the air like the whistle of Death, he came up with the idea of speeding under the carriage under the cover of the carriage, approaching the battle scene.

After the first assassination of the most skilled middle-aged silk warrior in the battlefield and the fall of the most powerful Taoist of them, the practitioner knew that the battle could no longer be won.

He and his twin brothers have two of the scariest things.

One thing is that he and his twin brothers work together in a very tacit way, and the two often work together to kill the cultivator in a step-by-step fashion.

The other thing is that they both have a pair of powerful crossbows in their hands, and at close range, even practitioners above their ranks are hard to hide from.

Under very targeted instructions from Lin Xi, while Lin Linghan shot his twin brothers in the first place, he was equivalent to half disabled, but before shooting the crossbow needle in the crossbow, he was unwilling to run away, and he was going to avenge his brother.

He's like a snake waiting for the moment.

By the time Lin Xi had struck two warriors, he had arrived under the eighth carriage, and he had waited for the opportunity to kill the other leader.

He did not make any sound, lifted his hands and pointed at Lin Xie's side shadow.

He felt no one noticed him at this moment.

But just as he raised his hand, he suddenly found himself under a carriage next to him, with a pair of eyes looking at him.

“Careful! Under the carriage! ”

A trembling cry rang out loud, overwhelming all the rest.

“Huh!”

The dozens of black rays also lashed out in the sleeves of a practitioner who was frightened by the sudden sight of the pair staring into his eyes under the wagon across the street.

……

Montblanc has been watching the practitioner sneaking under the carriage with horror.

Because his best friend Lin Xie at the academy flushed up, of course he couldn't run away directly, so he followed Lin Xie back.

But he had not experienced this kind of scene, and he was really timid... so he wanted to follow Lin Xi, but he couldn't figure out how he got under the carriage and followed Lin Xi under the carriage.

Even more alarming was the fact that he saw one of the twin brothers practitioners across the street sneak under the carriage.

When the practitioner across the street suddenly saw him and got a little surprised, he pulled his throat straight and shouted.

……

Lin Xi heard Meng Bai's cry while his body had subconsciously felt the danger. His whole body strength had gathered on his feet, and the whole person jumped out to one side despite everything.

He saw dozens of black flashes rushing towards him as his body emptied as he made this dodging move intuitively in the first place.

Seeing the speed of these dozens of points of black light, Lin Ying's face color did not change, but he sighed slightly in his heart. I'm afraid I'll have to use my unique abilities this time.

Because he judged that with the speed and power of these dozens of black lights, it was impossible for him to avoid them altogether unless he was lucky enough to shoot at least a dozen points on his half body. And he didn't want to be completely exposed, so in the air he just carried his hands behind his back.

The black light instantly arrived in front of Lin Yi. It was impossible to avoid Lin Yi.

But at this moment, a pair of hands like a white bun pulled Lin Xie's half shirt and pulled it hard.

“Huh!”

The place where the hands of these white buns grabbed the clothes was slightly split, however, because of the amazing pull of these hands, Lin Xi's body suddenly accelerated, a few dozen points of black light was so short, not at all fell on Lin Xin's body, completely disappeared, rubbing Lin Xin's body flying out, instantly not knowing where to hit.

Lin Xi and the person who pulled him off fell into a group.

Lin Xi had some surprises for a while, and the person who pulled him off at the critical time was Meng Bai.

Meng Bai's soul was unsettled, his head was full of cold sweat, his hands held Lin Xin's shirt and he refused to let go, shaking all over his body.

“Ah!”

The practitioner who shot down empty under the car had difficulty controlling his emotions, and Lin Xie and Meng Bai fell down and shouted out wildly.

Ben Linghan no longer has a special arrow in her hand, but she knows that this is the last arrow she needs to shoot in this battle… or that it's the same if she can't shoot.

She exhaled slightly tirelessly, holding wings, controlling strings, shooting, almost like the body's instinctive reaction, shooting an arrow, then closing the bow.

Rushing out of the car, the roaring practitioner reached out and photographed the arrow directly.

He had a pair of two-foot hook claws on his hands.

However, Lin Xi looked at him as if he hadn't moved. However, some helplessly filmed Montblanc and relaxed his timid friend a little.

An iron pot lay between Lin Xi and the practitioner.

An iron pot that holds enough to cook a pig, just as easy as holding a barbecue is the man who's a little too small, but a little too big for the head of a "dwarf wolf."

When the sound of ”When" exploded, the large black iron pan was directly grabbed by the claws and crushed.

However, the practitioner was abruptly stunned.

“Shorty Wolf” the whole man has become a ball and rolled over from his feet.

When the practitioner reacted, he intuitively lifted his feet and shouted in fear.

His feet were lifted, but his feet were still on the ground.

His foot was cut directly along his ankle by a sharp blade.

Jiang Jiaoyi had already plundered over. Before the practitioner made his next move, his long gun stabbed the practitioner's body and slid the practitioner out of his head. He shouted and nailed it to the carriage of a carriage.

……

Lin Xi stood up and walked towards the carriage in front.

Several of the remaining Qin Jianzhen's dead men shouted at him.

Because force is strongest and some of the fastest approaching Lin Yue et al., they are all dead at this moment, so these are just fighters equivalent to elite military forces have no threat to Lin Yue at all. Without waiting for him to take the shot, Jiang Jiaoyi, who pulled out the gun, had already greeted him.

Qingyu College martial arts is a real killer martial arts technique, the action is not nice, but it is very direct and effective.

Just two steps forward, the rest of the dead fell in front of Jiang Jiaoyi.

Confirming that there were no more practitioners and martial arts men threatening them besides the compartment where Qin Zheng was located, Jiang smiled and wiped the blood on his face, turning and nodded at Lin Xie.

Lin Xi nodded at Jiang, then turned around and looked at all the followers. “Are you all right? ”

At one time, "Black Tiger Slaughter” and others all lagged behind, and the field fell into brief silence.

Everyone is fine, except for some shock wounds when they are stronger against each other. In comparison, the "Black Tiger Slaughter", which completely cracks the mouth of the tiger, is the one who is most seriously injured. But just because everyone looked at each other and found that nothing was wrong, these people looked at Lin Xi and Jiang Laughing Yi and the eyes of Lin Han changed greatly.

Especially for Lin Xi, the hearts of these people are already unconsciously full of respect and awe.

When the middle-aged silk monks and yellow robes emerged and showed strong strength, these men were ready to pay for their deaths and injuries, but under Lin Xiling's interception and reign, they won the battle without paying any price. It is clear to these people that this young man, who was ordained very unusually from the outset, is an absolutely brilliant general who has had experience in the army and has truly experienced many life and death squadrons.

“Nothing. ”

After an unconscious brief death silence, all of them had some tough voices to answer Lin Xie.

Lin Xi couldn't bear to smile.

He was also pleased with the assassination he had planned.

Because he came from another world, he had read books that many people in this world had not read at all, and of course there were martial arts, and there were men, so when Uncle Liu took him to Qingyu College, he first asked if there were flying swords in the world.

Sometimes he fantasizes about the big scenes, where all of a sudden many ordinary people become killers.

This time he set up the scene himself, and with such success, he certainly had the excitement and happiness that these people could not understand.

Calm down again around all the carriages.

Lin Xi was about to walk toward the trunk of Qin's speech, and at this time he heard an unusually difficult sound from Hershey.

He turned around slightly and saw the sound coming from the man on his knees in the gown.

The yellow robe man was unable to stop the blood from spraying from so many wounds on his body, even if he had strong spiritual strength to repair it, the moment had arrived, there was no more blood pouring out between his left fingers on his neck, only a layer of blood piled up like a crab bubble.

But Lin Xi was slightly surprised to see the yellow robe man in such unconscious retention, but his right hand was to loosen his sword and not press towards his wound, but to reach into his own arms, dead to grasp something.