Immortal Devil Transformation

When the sword sheath buzzed in Dao Russell's hand, the silent mountain forest on the original side suddenly became chaotic with heavy rain.

A Qinghe College strong man wearing a variety of clothes emerged silently.

Looking at the silver star-marked Junyi College professor at his cuffs, he raised his head and looked at the sword sheath buzzing in Dao Russell's hand. He looked at the strong people of Qinghe College who walked out of the mountain forest. He nodded his greetings to Xu Bu with his ghost master behind his back. He said: "Twenty breaths… in twenty breaths, you must rely on yourself. ”

This sentence is not polite for Xu Buchan, and carries an indescribable sense of pride. However, Xu Buchan does not feel any discomfort, because Qingyu College strong people are all the same untamed, able to say such words in front of Dao Russell and so many Qinghe College strong people, the only thing that makes people think at this moment is how strong he will be.

Dao Russell's narrow brow slowly provoked, his sword finally flew out and hung three feet in front of him in the low friction sound of a short sword and sword sheath.

His sword body, like the handle of a sword, is made of blue jade and is filled with white snowflakes.

Suspended in front of him at this moment, it was an invisible and powerful sense of oppression that had spread from his sword, because no one knew what kind of horrible force it would accelerate in the next moment.

“What a snowflake sword. ”

Junyi College professor leaned back and sighed softly as he watched quietly hang in front of Dao Rusu, a sword cut into the winter snow sky and refined.

However, he was faced with the sword of the second best man in the Mausoleum, only to admire the sword's excellent colour and material, without any fear of the sword's power on his face.

As he sighed softly, he moved toward Dao Rusu.

His feet stepped on the grass, on the bush, on the wildflowers… When his feet stepped on the grass, the shrub, the wildflowers, the grass, the shrub and the wildflowers seemed not to bend at all, as if his body had no weight at all, but after he walked by, behind his body, the grass, the shrub, the wildflowers, all silently turned into flying ash.

Looking at this unknown Qingyu Academy strong man, many Qinghe Academy weekday practitioners with higher eyes often have only fear left in their proud eyes.

Because this Professor Junyi Black Robe seemed to be idle courtroom walking, obviously he had not yet pushed his physical and soul strength to the extreme, yet his speed had reached the extreme in their eyes, and a long line of remnants had appeared on the hillside. At this moment, Russell's flying sword had not yet flown out, but this unknown professor of Qingzhen College, his body, seemed to have turned into a flying sword.

“Twenty cents. ”

In the face of Professor Junyi Black Robe, Dao Russell did not choose to evade, but spit out the words with indifference and pride.

As these words exited, the silent waiting sword in front of him finally buzzed again, and the whole sword went straight through the air, stabbing between the eyebrows of Professor Junyi Black Robe.

In the moment before he flew out, all the snowflakes on his sword also began to emit the overwhelming white light, making the sword dazzling and difficult to see directly.

At the same time, his body followed the flying sword faster than Professor Junyi Black Robe, and it was always 30 steps away from the flying sword.

Almost every sword saint in the world tries to distance himself from his opponent.

Because the practitioner's body is weaker than that of a soul soldier, and the saint is no exception. A saint who is able to sword can kill his opponent with a lightning fast flying sword without having to come to the other party himself to ensure his own safety.

However, Russell was different, since he tried to replace it with the means of defeating the current King's Court offering six years ago, and as a result, after suffering the most bleak defeat of his life in front of dozens of inns in China, he hid his name, left the Imperial City of Zhongzhou, and visited major practitioners all over Yunqin in order to make a breakthrough. Eventually, he saw the swordplay that smelled the human moon, and then settled in Bitu Mausoleum, and thought that the close swordplay that smelled the human moon was the most suitable for him, and the swordplay that made him stronger.

The common saint fears being slaughtered at close range and does not dare to be close, but his proximity to the sword is not... the closer he is, the stronger the power that can be infused into the flying sword.

The shorter the distance between him and his sword, the more powerful his sword will be.

Just a few breaths away, Dao Rusheng's sword of pure hegemony has reached Professor Junyi Black Robe, his body, and Professor Junyi Black Robe less than thirty steps.

Just as his flying sword arrived in front of Professor Junyi Black Robe, the sky behind Professor Black Robe suddenly shook, as if the sky suddenly opened a mouth, a dark red arrow, fell faster than the flying sword, to the back of Professor Junyi Black Robe.

This is a powerful archer who waits for his chance to join forces with Dao Russell's flying sword to assassinate Professor Junyi Black Robe.

Faced with such a blow, the whole body was still moving quickly. In the moment, Professor Junyi Black Robe, who seemed to automatically hit the flying sword, had a glitter of gold, and a short wand of gold appeared. The short wand of gold swung at an incredible speed, many times faster than his body dragging out the residual shadow forward. The sound of "When" burst, the short wand of gold first struck the flying sword that had come into contact with his skin, and then struck the dark red arrow behind him with an accurate knock.

In the eyes of any other person, the dark red arrow and the flying sword came at the same time, it was difficult to separate the front from the rear, yet it was in this very short time that he divided the front from the rear, and just waved back with a short wand, first shook the flying sword, then shot this dark red arrow down like a fly.

It was just a half-hour, and the powerful archer, who was hiding somewhere, had not yet been able to lock his next position, had not yet been able to issue a second arrow, and he and Dao Russell, who had come face to face, were only five steps away.

Faced with an adversary with dark hair dancing only five steps away from himself, Dao Russell's face is still cold and full of majesty.

His flying sword, though backward shocked, was a straight back, two steps ahead of him at this moment.

His hand extended forward, the full strength of his body gushed out from between his fingers, his body instantly accelerated again, his hand gripped the handle of the sword, a sword, still stabbed towards Professor Junyi Black's brow heart.

It really doesn't take twenty cents.

Though Dao Russo suffered a tragic defeat in the hands of Wang Tingdadao's devotees, he is at least qualified to challenge Wang Tingdao's devotion, can bring dozens of innkeepers from the Imperial City of Zhongzhou to observe the battle. After abandoning his reputation in previous years and walking around the world as a practitioner purely pursuing swords, and after modifying the nearby swords, his strength and confidence returned to a peak, so he naturally has his own strong pride at this moment.

It is only at this moment that we divide the wins and losses, and why should we have twenty cents?

This sword is the most powerful and perfect sword he has ever stabbed in his life.

His whole body seemed to have merged with the sword, and the horrific forces that scattered on him and on it made all the grass on the ground around him turn into flying ash.

“Strong swordsmanship… but smelling the swordsmanship of the moon is not invincible. It is only one of the gates of all things. ”

However, Professor Junyi Black Robe was only a calm voice.

With such a sword in his body, he can still speak calmly.

It was just the first word of the scale coming out of his mouth, his left hand reaching out.

He had a strange black spike in his left hand, and at the moment of his extension, a solid light column was ejected from this black spike and struck at the tip of Dorusso's flying sword.

Only at this moment, outside of Dao Russell, he formed an expanding invisible gas mass.

Dao Rusheng's indifference and pride suddenly turned into shock.

He felt that little pillar of light like a mountain, making him completely irresistible.

However, he still did not retreat, he made a grunt, which was already a constant surge of strength from his body, under his instigation was even faster by a few points, all the skin from his right rib to his right arm cracked, his sword glare brighter by a few more points!

“Huh!”

The sky behind Professor Junyi Black Robe opened again, a dark red arrow descended again, and the air around the tip of the arrow burned, emitting a blue flame.

Professor Junyi Black Robe spoke only the second word at this time, he saw Dao Rusheng's steadfast and resolute eyes at all costs, yet his eyes were filled with pity, his body continued forward, and some subtle stiffness between him and Dao Rusheng suddenly broke, “Pu”, Dao Rusheng mouth, bleeding out, the long sword in his hand simultaneously started from the tip of the sword, a section collapsed, like a long ice prism, from head to tail, crushed into powder, to the handle of the sword still did not stop, Dao Rusheng's hand, until the whole arm, all could not bear, broken open.

Dao Russell's entire body began to fly backwards.

As he flew backwards, even with the loss of a valuable arm, his eyes were still stubbornly open, looking at Professor Junyi Black Robe.

Because at this moment, the dark red arrow, Professor Junyi Black Robe, did not seem to be able to stop it.

However, what made his body suddenly and completely cold was that he saw a golden light flying out of Professor Junyi's mouth at this time.

This golden light is a small, handless sword that can be found beneath the tongue or even swallowed in the belly.

“Ding," the handless sword just circled, chopped on the dark red arrow, directly chopped the dark red arrow to the ground, without stopping at all, the golden sword flew out and cut directly the throat of a leaping Qinghe College strong man.

This Professor Junyi Black Robe is also a saint of the sword!

Falling backwards, Dao Russell did not hear the words of Professor Junyi Black Robe exiting at this time. By the time this handless sword flew out, his body was completely cold, and he couldn't help but sigh and scream: “How could you be stronger than the Qin lunatics... How could Qing Xuan College have these weird means? ”

Professor Junyi Black Robe heard the words of Dao Russell.

He lowered his head.

His flying sword is still dancing around the room, harvesting the life of a famous Qinghe College practitioner.

His eyes fell again on the silver star mark on the cuff of his black robe.

“I wasn't originally from Qingyu College... I'm from Tang Tibet... I was expelled from Qingyu College.” His low self-talk answered Russell.

He was never from Qingyuan College... but at least until now, Vice Dean Xia and Qingyun College had always treated him as one of the college's people, and even when they sent him back, they didn't let him take off this black robe, and he knew that this black robe was a memento left to him by Vice Dean Xia and the college.

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[PS: Yesterday we talked about the Game Guild, a lot of bookmates have already joined in! There's a new game going on recently. It's a 3D page tour of Amazing God of War. It's a special area that I started with my two author friends. It starts on the 24th at 7pm. We have to play together. Hurry up, we can't be left behind! Group No.: 131807335]