Immortal Devil Transformation

The smeller of the moon in the camp was indifferent, and in a very short time this ordinary practitioner could not even drink a syllable, he had taken a step forward.

He blocked the medicine jar covered by his helmet in the shadow of the Iron Mountain.

The reddish middle-aged man's black-red thin flying sword was already only a few inches away from his body, and in the eyes of the general practitioner, there was no distance at all, yet in his eyes the black-red Mars' thin flying sword was shaking slowly and he still had enough time to cope with the situation before him.

“Zhao Honglei, Li Biao's brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

His contemptuous voice, before the first syllable had officially sounded, shocked the air in the space in front of him as if it had sounded a thunderbolt.

Under a sudden burst of extreme soul power on him, the charcoal basin in front of him completely shook into flying scraps, not only fire-red charcoal, but even copper plates filled with charcoal fire were instantly torn apart by powerful forces and shaken into countless gravel-like debris.

Placed next to the charcoal basin, the sword sheath is also the strongest flying sword in Purgatory Mountain formed from silver white meteoroid iron. Under this shock, the Seven Years Demon Sword also rises in the sky, and the sword body and the sword sheath are instantly separated.

This similarly black and red flying sword, in the middle of the fight with Li Biao, has been cut off by the hard raw sword tip. At this moment, it looks like a truly ugly flat blade. However, this ugly flying sword, like the smell of the moon, seems to emit a mockery of contempt.

In this very short period of time, when ordinary practitioners have simply failed to react, even because they have exceeded their perceived limits, and have been unable to determine the position of each other's swords, this sword, with a tremendous surge and violent force, is plunged into the red middle-aged man's sword several inches before the sword, severely slashing it on the red middle-aged man's sword.

“Bang!”

It's like a flat tap on a black red dragonfly.

The sound, though not huge, is in fact just because the surrounding air is crushed to the essence by pounding collision forces.

The thin sword that shook out countless black and red Mars trembled suddenly, just between the “bang” and the lightness of the sound, a moment earlier, like a dashed void, forming a black-and-red ray sword in the air was blown into countless scattered debris by powerful forces.

Almost at the same time, the entire Chinese army's large accounts cracked, and all but the top of the accounts swelled and blew apart.

Strong air impacted the red-faced middle-aged man and instantly cut the yellow coat of armor from the saint of the sword out of countless cracks.

It seemed to pass through a scattered fragment of a flying sword, such as a meteorite falling from the sky, with an ugly, seven-week flying sword with a deep contempt for ridicule and an unceasing frontal prick, crushing it into the chest of a red-faced middle-aged man.

A blood arrow erupted from the mouth of the reddish man, whose chest receded rapidly like a crater, yet his face was more determined, and his soul strength gathered all over his chest at this moment.

The instantaneous eruption of the soul power of the saintly master crushed many important organs in his body, but it was also at this moment that his skin broke and his recessed chest became no longer flesh, but harder than the overwhelming majority of the metals of the soul soldiers, clamping to death the seven Sunday flying sword that smelled the moon.

He came to assassinate the moon, and with or without success, neither he nor two young cultivators of the same origin from Thousand Demons wanted to leave alive.

From the beginning, their plan was to attract the first eruption of the human moon with the death of the first young practitioner, followed by his life, clamping the sword that smelled the human moon.

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At the previous moment, it was still unbeatable, and the fearful tremor of the seven weeks of flying sword, which was in full defiance of ridicule, could not be pulled from Li Biao's brother's body.

Because many times after the drill, the hand of another young practitioner was stretched out from under the left armpit of a reddish middle-aged man at this moment, as if the opportunity had given birth to another hand on a rapidly disappearing reddish middle-aged man.

At this time, the red-handed middle-aged man with the sword was also the shield of the young practitioner.

By the time this hand reached out, the young practitioner was dead.

His face became darker than the juice he had drunk before the moon smelled, and all seven of his know-how bled like ink, and his breathing stopped completely. But the hand he reached out to was concentrated far beyond what he had repaired. It burst into flames, as if a black snake's fiction had risen in it, but it was instantly bombarded into pieces by more powerful forces.

This outstretched hand, within a very short inch of the rapid movement of the flying sword, completely disappeared, forming a horrible black airflow, striking hard at the smell of the human moon.

This power is stronger than a red middle-aged man's blow.

These are the three assassins, the real killer.

At this moment, the archer close to the saint who almost killed Lin Qiubai with an arrow had had enough time to fire a second arrow, but the powerful archer did not do it again, because he also knew that the power of his arrows could not stop this terrible black airflow.

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This black airflow, the strange invisibility of the front end, condenses into the shape of a skull, and the black airflow behind it is like long hair on this skull.

Li Biao's brother, named Zhao Honglei's Thousand Devil's Holy Master, has begun to die, but his consciousness and perception are clearer than usual at this moment as the light returns.

He sensed that even if he could smell the moon retrieving the flying sword, he would not be able to stop the black airflow because of the blow of the Seven Years Demon Sword.

In his view, it was impossible to stop the blow by smelling the moon.

Yet at this moment, in the eyes of the heavenly moon, there is a hint of pity and cynicism.

Faced with this black airflow in front of him, he did not try to retrieve the Seven Years Demon Sword stuck in Zhao Honglei's chest. Instead, he looked inside the chest cloth with his left hand and stretched it out.

In this outstretched hand of his, there is a small bone sherry sword.

Is such a sword only two toothpick-like elongated swords stronger than the Seven Years Flying Sword built of Meteor in Purgatory Mountain and embedded with its own powerful energy in the Meteor?

At this moment, Zhao Honglei's subconscious mind flashed through such an idea.

However, just in the next moment, a vast and unparalleled wave of counterweather violence erupted from the bone of Shelley's sword.

“Pfft!” exploded.

The black airflow began at the forefront and was all destroyed by the fierce sword gushing on this little sword. The bursting force of energy rolled back. Zhao Honglei's body flied back. In the process of falling back, the flesh of the body except the entire chest began to collapse, and the bursting strong energy continued to attack back.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Three consecutive camp accounts in the rear, all collapsing instantly.

Zhao Honglei's consciousness and perception were also frozen momentarily. He felt his brother Li Biao's breath. This sword was like a sword sprinkled by Li Biao.

He figured out what kind of sword it was, and then his mouth became bitter, and his heart became bitter.

He had no idea that he was assassinating an abusive general who ignored the lives of the reckless army and the civilian population for the sake of his brother, but was eventually dissolved by the other party in this way.

Warnings continued to sound in the company battalion, a line of reckless soldiers came from all sides, saw the Chinese army's large accounts that had completely turned into ruins, and the three camps that had collapsed in front of the human moon, and then saw the land that had split under the feet of the human moon like a spider web. All these soldiers felt what kind of power confrontation it was, and all of a sudden they changed their faces.

Smell the moon put away the bone shell sword in your hand.

He first glanced indifferently at the bodies of the three already broken practitioners, then looked at the sergeant who had arrived around him and shook his head. “Too slowly… in the Bituan army, when the alarm bell rang five times, it was a hundred steps away. I don't know how you used to train, but from now on, I'm going to train the cops once a day. Three days later, if one of the school officers is unable to do so, the school officer is dismissed. Included in the forward battalion and rushed into the first array in time of war. ”

After hearing the words of the Heavenly Moon, and recalling the series of harsh reward regulations previously promulgated by the Marshal, these forces and wills around him will never lose Sergeant Yun Qin Elite's big reckless yellow account soldiers all had to tremble slightly independently.

No one dares to mock in their hearts that the moon is the bereavement dog of the fallen mausoleum, and all are just once again horrified by the strength and majesty of the moon.

Smell the moon no longer speak.

Several seemingly reckless, cold generals began to take his place, some sergeants retreated in an orderly fashion and some began to reorganize their camp accounts.

Smell the moon turn around, lift the heavy helmet behind him, lift the intact warm medicine pot, then he slowly turns around and looks at the outline of Qianxia Mountain in the snow in the distance.

“The old emperor's men are almost eliminated. ”

“These opposition forces from the Thousand Devils have also surfaced and can be wiped out quickly… it is time to contribute troops. ”

Looking at the shadow of Qianxia Mountain in the distance, this body is recovering every day with a little fanaticism in his heart, with the only voice he can hear, slowly said: “The soldiers are unexpected, elder grandson Jinser, I'm sure you wouldn't have thought that I would go north. Hu Jiayi... you think you'll be my opponent? ”

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(Ask for a monthly ticket ~ ~ ~ ~ It seems to be the first time to ask for a monthly ticket, so give some face. If you help me, I'll blow up again tomorrow...)