Immortal Devil Transformation

Only after seeing the crossbows shoot out of the enemy army and the pupils narrow, the ground beneath the middle-aged man in clothing standing behind Chen Twilight has appeared numerous spider-web-like cracks, a pound to unimaginable smell bursting out of him.

Even Chen Twilight couldn't move with this explosive smell.

His hands grabbed Chen Twilight's collar and back, "Back off!” Chen Twilight's entire body had been thrown out by him backwards as a loud and unquestionable drunk came out of his mouth.

At the same time, three of the many armies in the rear that had been waiting in silence had been drank and burst out.

There are a lot of people starting out at this moment, but the three of them are much faster than everyone else, breath gushing, even forming a flaming airflow behind them.

“Let's go! ”

At the same time, Lin Xie, who was in a deep shock, heard Anchoy whisper.

Anchor, which is usually a reading tone, also brings a slight tremor to his voice.

“Meng Su! You are the president for now. ”

When he saw the noise, Ankoye had driven the horse like an arrow off the string. Lin Xi immediately took a deep breath and issued a command. His legs clamped on the horse, and suddenly flushed out.

The rest of them did not dare move without Lin Yi's orders, but Gao Yanan and Ben Linghan and Jiang Jiaoyi naturally did not have so many concerns and did not hesitate to follow suit.

After a slight hesitation, Meng Bai also patted the horse with a white face.

……

The middle-aged man in clothing stood in the meadow. After flying Chen Twilight directly back out, he did not retreat. He just stood in place. His breath festivities rose sharply, focusing on him, the ground shook shockingly, and a lap of green grass was crushed into blue powder debris by a powerful airflow, and sprayed out.

“Pfft!”

A lot of dull shock sounds come together.

An arm-thick crossbow arrow landed on the ground in front of him with hot air from sharp friction air, such as a giant hammer smashing into the ground and spilling a lap of mud.

Yet the middle-aged man in clothing did not seem to have seen these giant crossbows at all, and his eyes were always nailed to the smell of the moon.

Just before these crossbows landed, the hand of the smelling moon had loosened the connecting steel cord, a spiritual force pouring to the extreme point still flushed out of his hand, like a giant wave constantly flushing in the air in front of him, his body plummeting, under the backlash of this airflow, but it was extremely slow, thumping, landing.

The middle-aged man in clothing has been waiting, facing this horrible opponent, he has no intention of retreating and freaking out, just waiting for the opportunity to make a move.

At the weakest moment, when he smelled the moon falling and endured the shock of terror, he finally made a real move.

The enormous breath of madness rising outside him suddenly disappeared, making it seem that a dozen meters outside him had become a vacuum, instead sucking countless strays of grass scraps, and the power in his body, completely screwed into a gray, untouched sword in his hand.

“Huh!”

The gray sword flies like an electric one, picking up the belly of the moon.

The Sage of the Sword, in itself, represents the peak of force in the world.

However, not all saints of the sword are eligible to serve in the royal court.

So the sword, whether it was speed, power, or strength, even walked into the deep alley that day, and saved Nangong from the center of Nanshan Twilight.

……

All practitioners in Yunqin's dynasty know that the smell of the human sky and moon is also a saint of the sword, and is a saint of the sword known as invincible in the saintly class.

The royal court offered a sword to fly out, waiting to greet the flying sword that smelled the sky moon, waiting to see him famous for his powerful and transcendent close-knit swordsmanship.

However, at the moment when the feet of the smelling moon landed and burst into the dirt, flying out of the sleeve of the smelling moon, it was not his blade burning like a cabernet, but a long, bloody beard.

The middle-aged man in clothing also had a steady face like iron that instantly became snowy, his fingertips made the sound of swordsmashing emptiness, but when his flying sword steeply dodged away, he smelled the long blood in the hands of the sky moon, which had bound him to this sword.

Due to their practice and physical problems, the Xiyi rarely have a saint of the sword, but they have unique spiritual soldiers specializing in restraining the flying sword.

“You!”

Knowing that he had made a fatal mistake, the full amount of soul power accumulated in a middle-aged man's clothing gushed out of his hands, trying to break out of the control of the blood-soaked ravens in the hands of the human moon.

However, the smell of the soul in the moon was more powerful than his, especially at this moment, when his legs flexed slightly, and after standing still, more power poured into his hands.

The gray flying sword is like a beetle falling into a spider web, buzzing and trembling.

Smell the body of the moon without stopping at all.

Between the stiffness of the long blooded beard and the flying sword of the royal court, his feet were pulled out of the dirt, just a leap before the middle-aged man in clothing.

“Song Siyuan? ”

His lips were red as blood and his lips sounded like he was asking for the identity of the middle-aged man in clothing.

At the very beginning of his voice, he had struck a middle-aged man in clothing.

“Pong!”

Middle-aged men in clothes also punched and smelled the moon hard.

His body slipped six or seven meters behind him, bleeding in his mouth and nose.

There was hardly any clearance, his body sliding backwards had not stopped on the ground, and the second punch of the human moon had reached him again.

At this moment, anyone can see that although he is extremely tough, he is still unlikely to be the opponent of the smell of the moon. However, the middle-aged man in clothing knows perfectly well that if he avoids fleeing at this moment and cannot buy some time, Chen Twilight behind him will soon die in the hands of the smell of the moon. So in the face of the second punch of the smell of the moon, the middle-aged man in cloth raised a little bitterness in his heart, but there was an unusually resolute light in his eyes, "Pong!” His second punch struck again with the smelling moon.

A bite of blood gushed out of his mouth, spraying into two deep trenches plowed out in front of him.

He felt a lot of bone fractures in one of his arms, and the organs in his body had shocked a lot of tiny wounds, bleeding constantly.

The smell of the moon remains unchanged.

His fists still didn't tremble at all and appeared in front of him again.

The middle-aged man in clothing had a slight smile on his mouth, and he punched again, blowing out all his remaining strength.

“Pong!”

Once again there is a storm between the heavens and the earth.

The middle-aged man in clothing could no longer stand firmly on the ground, sprayed with blood, and his entire man flew across countless broken grasses, falling heavily on the ground.

His handless grey flying sword stopped struggling and died blatantly, slipping in a bright red beard.

The smell of the moon was just a faint glance at him, and his body continued to jump and move on.

Chen Twilight flew back.

Watching a middle-aged man fall, he bit his teeth and dripped blood from the corner of his mouth. But he knew that if he died, the sacrifice of the middle-aged man in clothing would be meaningless.

So he tried his best to retreat and wanted to make a huge drink at the same time, but at this moment, in a rush of rain, Jiangyu waved his hand again before the gold chariot, issuing a military order: “Attack! ”

“Attack!”

“Attack!”

“ …. ”

Just for a moment, countless generals and sergeants drank loudly and roared sounds, horses, armor, blades of soldiers intertwined, all over the heavens and the earth, like tens of thousands of regroups rolling down on the earth.

The black tide, which was supposed to stagnate, instantly turned into countless black currents, flooding the sky!

Three shadows rushed from the rear of Chen Twilight over his body and resolutely greeted the smell of the moon.

A long silver gun broke open first and stabbed hard at the chest of the moon, causing the sound of a bombarding mountain rock to roll in the air.

The blood-red long beard in the hands of the human moon also seemed suddenly powerless, soft and low-hanging, but at the same time he had an extra cabernet sword in his hand.

Cabernet-like burning swords have not yet flown out of his hands, but many know that the closer you smell the moon, the stronger the power.

Cabernet-like swordlight was accurately chopped onto a silver spear.

Just one sword, this extremely hefty silver rifle flew out, and the long mustache practitioner with the silver rifle had blood on his hands, and the tiger's mouth all split open.

Left to right, a black armored general and an elderly Confucian attacked the sniffer Moon at the same time.

The Black Armor General has a black sword in his hand, but this black sword flew out just a few feet from the smell of the moon!

This black armored general is also a saint of the sword!

The whole Yun Qin has to deal with the smelling of the sky moon. How can there be only one saint in such a place that determines the whole victory and defeat?

The black armor had been well concealed before, pretending that there was no such thing as a saint to fix it. At this moment, he suddenly made a move and saw that the moon had not escaped.

Smell the frowns of the moon slightly wrinkled.

Nor did he expect this seemingly ordinary black collar to be so powerful that between the frowns he made a low grunt, more than half his soul strength in his body, which he instantly forced out of his chest.

The reason why ordinary practitioners exhale soul power through their hands and penetrate into the soldier is because they can avoid the vast majority of vital organs and avoid damage to the inner body caused by the impact of soul power as much as possible.

How horrible the power of a saint is, at this moment it is forced out of the chest, smelling the internal organs of the human moon at a sudden misalignment, instantly there are many cracks.

But he just made a grunt, and his face and steady body were unchanged.

The air in front of him seemed to turn into an iron wall at this moment. The black-armed sword flew out in an extremely difficult position, while the long prick in the hand of another elderly Confucian was almost squeezed into the air.

Smell the flying sword flying in the hands of the moon.

At this moment, he does not have much extra power. His cabernet sword is extremely less powerful than it was in peacetime. However, the sword is still a flying sword, and at this moment it is suppressed by the fierce surge of power in his body. Black Armor General and the elderly Confucian look at the instantly swept cabernet sarcastic sword light, but it is simply unstoppable.

When the swordlight passed, two heads flew.

Smell the moon leap out again, the long-sought practitioner with the silver rifle terribly backwards is just a step, the cabernet light has rapidly accelerated, piercing his body hole, violent impact even took his body out back.

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(Next update, tomorrow night again)