Immortal Devil Transformation

This very young woman in green is like a beautiful village girl who missed the woodland valley.

Yet no village aunt in the world would have misled into the woods and would have appeared so silently in front of this hidden army.

Just at the first moment, Song Shu Biao reacted by coming to where he had seen the image of the face *, and by reflecting on who the other person was.

Before he could react in any way, a chill had gushed out of his heart, all over his body.

There is wind passing through the woods, like a ghost whimpering, together with a real cold sword, such as an attack from the sky, directly stabbing Song Xuan in the name of General!

“Squeaks" softly.

Like a piece of wet paper, one of the first to react, with a few scars on his face in front of the sword road, waved to cut the sword, the rapidly accelerating sword flow followed by his shiny blade swept past, accurately cut from under his helmet, severing the aorta of his neck.

“When!”

Song Shu drew his sword, put out his sword, and continued to attack his sword at the tip of the sword. The frivolity and chills emanating from this sword left him no time to issue any military order, but a vice general beside him who also knew * whose face * was still resolutely taking his place issued an order: “Arrow! ”

Countless bowstrings buzz and arrow-tailed feathers instantly fill the entire valley with a unique breaking wind as they disengage from the bowstring.

This face seriously looks like * Zi naturally even the Valley heartbeat praises the true genius of the Nangong Miao.

As these voices filled the valley, she did just one of the simplest moves, shrinking behind a big tree next to her.

“Duh... duh... duh... duh... ”

A wave of arrows dense to the itchy sound of the teeth, this large tree nails filled with dense black arrows of numbness and countless pieces of broken bark and wood scattered.

The South Palace did not reappear from behind this great tree, but her flying sword remained abruptly shut around Song Shu's body. Between the moment the arrows fell, they all rose on the ground and cut the throat of a nearest servant blocked behind Song Shu's.

……

The valley, which is hidden among the myriad paradise trees, is still a long way from the woodland grass where Lin Xie and others are located. However, at the moment when countless arrows broke into the sky, the three teachers of the college and Lin Xie were acutely perceived in the first place.

“You guys stop here and I'll see what happens. ”

Li Wu, who had never made much noise, immediately shouted a low drink. The whole person was like a shadow that disappeared rapidly in the sun. Suddenly disappeared in the woods and swept away towards the direction of the sound.

“How did Teacher Lee do that?” Lin Xi looked at the place where Li Wu disappeared, looked at the steep speed, but didn't even make a sound, he couldn't help but think that these lecturers and professors of the college were not really understood by the general practitioners of the world. After saying this, he thought that Tang Yu and Lan Qifeng might not understand what he meant, and added, "I mean... how could he go so fast and not make any noise? ”

“Any ability of a practitioner to differ from a normal person derives from the skill of applying the power of the soul.” Tang Yuren glanced at Lin Yi, "A certain amount of soul release can make him feel like a fluffy feather all the time… of course, this also takes a lot of training to do. ”

“Students are taught.” Lin Xi respectfully thanked him and watched the myriad arrows break through the hidden direction of the void. He thought about it, stopped talking, sat down and began to try to get into meditation to replenish some soul power in preparation for the fierce battle that could come.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of Blue Suifeng and Tang Yuman flashed with a breathtaking look.

……

Song Shu suffers a blood spray from the throat of a nearby waiter.

But the four nearby waiters were exceptionally resolute to replace each other. Dozens of heavily armed sergeants with thick shields came running sharply, half squatting a few steps away from Song Shu, forming a circle of iron walls with their bodies and shields in their hands to protect Song Shu's lower ground.

After issuing the arrow in lieu of Song Shu, the deputy had no hesitation at all, stretched out two fingers, then shook his fist and swung down hard.

“Attack!”

Several school captains simultaneously sent out heavy drinks, and a 500-strong light armoury rapidly emerged, such as a flood rushing towards the South Palace.

Bi Luanbian Army is the army of the whole Yunqin who knows the battle best, even when encountering the presence of the Holy Master Class, there is still no panic, launched a local counterattack.

Everyone knows that these soldiers dressed in green armor, like the arrows before them, cannot pose any threat to the saint at all, but at least they can disperse some of the spirit of the saint, or at least consume some of his soul power. In the view of these Iron Blood soldiers, who often fight practitioners, even each sword will slit the throat of a sergeant and take the life of a sergeant… it is worth consuming the soul power of a saint with the life of a sergeant.

After all, every breath of the saint's sword in the air consumes a great deal of soul power, and now the South Palace is less than 200 steps away from them.

At such a distance, everyone in this army under the command of Song Shu is filled with confidence to kill Nangong Miao. As for whether they will die, or their companions will die beside them, this is what they are forced to think out of their minds and not think about at this moment. Precisely because of the iron blood and resilience of many Bitu troops from general to lower rank sergeant, Bitu has more practitioners than any other army in the past decade.

“Pfft!”

At the moment when the deputy general waved his orders and ordered the light-armed forces closest to Nangong's central location to kill him at full speed, Nangong's central sword cut his body.

He avoided being cut off from his neck and head, but the sword light slipped along his shoulder. His arm, which he had just fisted, broke shoulder by shoulder. The power on the flying sword seemed to be more powerful than when he had just assassinated two nearby practitioners. The cold and cold breath penetrated into his body, causing a sudden loss of consciousness in half of his body, and there was no bleeding in the shoulder wound.

Song Shu painstakingly held the elongated callus sword in his hand. The only thing in his eyes was Nangong's uncentralized flying sword.

Five hundred light armored sergeants rushed forward at full speed, yet at this moment another horrible bow and string sounded in the woods.

The sound caused Song Shu to suddenly and dramatically contract the pupils of several generals.

Because it's not coming from their army!

Black feather arrows of dense numbness, with an awesome breaking sound, thrown out of the forest behind Nangong Miao, will cover all this light armored army approaching Nangong Miao.

A wave of black arrows and blood, broken by countless collisions, formed a wave of black and red colours that sprinkled through the woods.

Likewise, Yunqin's fine arrows played a terrible lethal role in this breath, and at least half of the light armored sergeants fell heavily through weak areas such as arrow holes.

Curiously, however, these arrows appear to carry a unique desert wind and dust, and many very fine yellow sand shakes in the sky at the same time as they fall.

“Back off!”

In these moments of yellow sand shock and dance, Song Shu Biao realized that he was facing the rebel army of Nanshan Twilight, and a loud voice had come from his mouth.

Instead of flying beside Nangong by his side in a fraction of his mind, Nangong's central flying sword instantly flew into the archer's army, which was also at the forefront.

There was a wave of blood in the air, like dozens of people spilling hot blood in the sky with buckets. At this moment, Nangong Miao did not cherish the soul power accumulated in her body. Under the drastic depletion of her soul power, her flying sword also became a sickle of death. A line of elite soldiers could not see her flying sword as if it were cut down rice, falling in pieces.

“Attack!”

Knowing that if the saint could not get caught in the other party's formation, Song Shu would surely suffer a more severe loss. He shook his fist forward and issued a commandment for an all-army raid.

At the same time, in the mountainous forest behind Nangong, the same sound was made, equally cold.

Arrow rain keeps falling.

The remnants of the light armies, who had just retreated more than a dozen steps, stopped and ended in the hectares they wanted to rebound. A heartless arrow hole penetrated their bodies and nailed them to the ground.

A Black Army soldier with wind and sand also appeared to have rushed out of the woods and killed into Song Xu's army.

In the past, Nanshan Twilight's army was no better than Song's painful Feng Lin army. At this moment, the black armor on these Black Army soldiers also seemed to be eroded by yellow sand and seemingly depressed. However, all the men of this army seemed to shine bright light in the desert.

As a rebel army, the vast majority of this army in Nanshan Twilight thought that they were going to spend their lives like a liquor store in the desert, buried in a vast array of yellow sand, never returned to their homeland, even carried the name of the rebel army forever. Now that they have returned to Bi Fanling, these soldiers who have experienced unimaginable grinding, how can they not be excited, how can they not have glory on their bodies?

And in their formation, there are saints like Nangong Mi.

Their archers are intact, while their archers have completely collapsed.

A fierce blade gun shield burst into the valley. From time to time, people fell on both sides in a roar. They broke their limbs and danced. Blood was sprayed from the armor, staining the dead leaves on the red ground.

Between the faces, the battle reached its worst stage, yet this army of Nanshan Twilight instantly seized the absolute upper wind, killing this hundred wars army of Song Syria into chaos.

Song Shubing's hair had been soaked by his own sweat, and he knew that he had not much time left. As long as the other sergeant * scattered his guard and close servant, the sword that flew nowhere at this moment would take his life.

……

Just as Song Shu watched his army fail helplessly and waited for his last moments to earn the loyalty of General Ren, Li Wu, a black robe lecturer at the academy near this valley, had also judged the identities of the two opposing armies.

Also at this time, in the incredibly chaotic battlefield, Nangong Miao was acutely aware of the breath of his inexorable guest. His feet were wrong, and behind him even flew backwards. A flying sword that had originally flown in the formation also flew backwards, crossing her body, like a meteor through the Meilin, and coming towards Li Wu.

The lecturer and professor of the college are not ordinary people, they all have an unreasonable pride in the outside world. Faced with this flying sword, Li Five did not call himself not an enemy for the first time, but extended his hands.

The power of his body gathered between his palms.

“When!” “When! ”

His hands seemed to be cast iron, striking precisely twice in a row against the ultimate sword, which was struck more than a dozen feet across.

Nangong did not have a slight frown wrinkle, the strong sword settled in the sky, and had to fly out again. However, at this time, far from the forest, there was a somewhat powerless voice: “Li Wu... you are naughty again. ”