Immortal Devil Transformation

A rain fell quietly in Qingyuan City.

The rain was cold and leached, but since it was rain rather than snow, it augured well for the coming winter of the Empire of Yunqin.

The itchy feeling of countless ants crawling in Lin Xi's body had disappeared a lot in the previous days, but his itchy feeling itself stemmed from the dark disease in his body. In Bi Falling Mausoleum, his bones and body flesh had broken somewhat. Although, with the help of the world's most powerful doctors, such as Qingyu Academy's costless psychotropic medicine and Tang Yuren, after six months of near-plant-like life, the flesh and bones in his body had finally grown to withstand some of his intense activities, but the original flesh and bone fractures, reconnected flesh and bones, were new. At this point, it's like a new flesh and bone in his body, merging with his body, and the new bone turns into an "old bone." So in this shady rainy day of climate change, this itchy feeling in his body is much clearer and more painful than it was a few days ago.

However, this itchy feeling, in addition to giving Lin Xixian a dry heart, instead, gave him some unknown excitement and even some desire to deal with people.

After all, he is a practitioner and a powerful practitioner who has crossed the ranks of the nation.

If you want to kill Heavenly Moon and his powerful men, it's only in battle that you can fight more and make yourself stronger.

Although Su Zhongwen and I had a fight before, it was just between one or two breaths. We just tried Su Zhongwen's fighting power, and he wasn't even a real shot.

Instead of fighting freely, it was like a fire primer that ignited his uncontrollable desire to deal with people.

He is now waiting for an opponent who will let him slip away once, the "painter” who will come for Chen Feirong.

He can be sure that the painter will come tonight.

Because he and Chen Feirong moved to the “Garden of Retention”, Dasheng Gao purchased a quiet courtyard in Qingyuan City, and Chen Feirong cited his preference for tranquillity, leaving only a few servants in the garden, which is far from some township guard garrison, is the best time to start.

Although the “painter" was forced by practice and life to move into the clandestine killing business, Lin Xi knew that he had not done his favorite things for many years. Once he had to do it, whether he was forced to do it or wanted to do it himself, wildfires in his heart must have been very burning, and in the case of excellent mobile phone meetings, it was extremely difficult to bear to wait another day or two.

The leaching cold rain knocked on the roof and the bananas in the courtyard, making a clear noise.

Lin Xi closed her eyes as if she were asleep, feeling quietly.

In the deep alley in the distance, there seemed to be a low dog barking.

Lin Xin opened his eyes and his figure moved as if an arrow had been fired by a vigorous bow. However, his hand fell in front of the door, but he pushed the door silently. The next breath had fallen into the long corridor of black bricks outside the door.

Through a full moonlike door hole, under a lounge opposite, stood a visitor in a brown suit, without five officials on his face, the colour was very spotty, but he wore a mask painted with oil.

“Friend, who are you, it's not a good thing not to invite yourself at a time like this. ”

Lin Xi naturally knew who was coming, but he was holding his hands together, like a humble doorman practitioner, looking calmly at each other and asking.

The other party did not immediately move, looked at Lin Xie, and made some slight sighing sound, “I didn't expect such a small place... there would be a master like you, who could perceive my coming. ”

“What is it?” Chen Feirong's voice rang in a cabin in the courtyard where Lin Xie was sitting, and she knew Soho and seemed to be dressed.

“Friend, whatever you are, this is a private house. We don't want any trouble, and if you leave, we won't pursue it.” Lin Xin sighed.

“How can I go for nothing on such a cold rainy night when there are beauties like Jade? ”

When the painter heard Chen Feirong's voice, he smiled slightly. As soon as his laughter arose, his toes gently touched the ground, and he had straightened towards Lin Xie.

Between him and Lin Xie, there was a rainy mingtang, and two leafy banana trees, yet the pounding smell and the wind from his body shook all the rain beads close to him, causing the leaves of the banana tree to automatically fly to both sides and break apart.

In a breath, he passed through a courtyard, through the Yuanyue Gate Hole, approaching Lin Xie.

In the face of the artist's aggressive momentum, Lin evening sipped lightly and finally breathed out the kind of dryness and longing accumulated in his body for a long time. At the same time, he did not retreat, and two powerful souls gushed out from under his feet, so that his whole person faced the artist in a leaning forward position.

In a flash, Lin Xie had flown to the painter in front of the brown clothes, the right arm cotton shirt crackled, and every trace of muscle on his arm burst out an amazing force, pulling out the long sword on his back in the electric flint, a sword to the painter's throat.

This sword, like the early spring thunder lights, can't speak fast, sharp.

However, in the face of such a sword, the painter's eyes flashed a slight smile, his right hand seemed to shrink backwards, but under his wrist, a knife appeared.

A pale brown knife was slashed against Lin Xie's sword wrist.

The knife was lightning fast, far more than Lin Yi's lightning blade, just like Lin Yi wrist cut him.

But at this moment, the air in front of Lin Xi seemed to violently shock, Lin Xi's body in the air was a fierce beating, but his knife instantly lost its weight, chopping off the sky!

Lin Xi looked up at this moment.

His kind of madness, all the negative emotions that he suppressed, and his mighty kill, seemed to erupt from his eyes at this moment into a sword in the air.

His right shoulder cotton coat cracked and suddenly erupted with soul power, making his whole right arm seem to have suddenly grown, and he threw forward vigorously. He had become a bit poorer due to the pause in his body. Instead, he had become more rapid, slashing between the painter's eyebrows.

This is the sword that Lin Xie truly drained, and it is the ultimate!

The artist's eyes flashed with incredible shock.

He was not shocked by the cultivation of the ranks of the Lin Dynasty and the ability to control the power of the soul, but by the speed at which the power of the Lin Dynasty was invoked.

The sophisticated use of soul power, as long as there are so many battles, it is possible to do this in Lin Yi, but in such a short time, the call of soul power in the body is so fast, it is simply impossible to do.

Even with his superiority, it is simply impossible to do so.

This is fundamentally a violation of the spiritual strength and physical sense of the practitioner.

In extreme shock, the painter's left hand stretched out swiftly.

These are two well-maintained fingers, like white jade, which seem to want to clamp Lin Xi's long sword, but just as his fingers were stretched out upwards, a pounding aura had erupted from between his two fingers.

A tremendous amount of power, like burning, from his fingertips.

“Boom!”

Once again, the space between him and Lin Xie shook violently, and the force gushing out of him formed the shape of a red flamingo between hectares, impinging on the long sword in Lin Xie's hand.

Within a very short period of a breath, Lin Xi's hands were spilled with blood, and the long sword flew directly out of hand.

His body was completely suspended in the air due to the enormous overflow of power, and his cotton robe was split open with the potential to fly backwards.

Zhang Lingyun had previously made no mistake in predicting the strength of the "painter", who was indeed a practitioner who was approaching the peak of the Great Powers Master and had successfully melted his soul.

The reason why there are naturally so many hierarchies among practitioners is that there are huge differences in strength between each of them.

The practitioners of the Great Power Master Class, the strength of the physical soul, compared to the practitioners of the National Class, are still too powerful. The rapid burst of the physical soul power, transformed into a powerful force, is enough to shock the practitioners of the National Class out.

And this is just the practitioner of the great power, if the practitioner of the saint class is full of spirit, the ordinary practitioner is simply unable to get close, one face, will be bombarded into a fleshy scum.

In the face of overwhelming power, all skills are delusional.

In the concept of the world of practitioners, first class practitioners of the State are practitioners who will never be able to cross the order to challenge near the peak of the Great Power's master class.

After all, Qingyuan City is only a small city, the whole of Qingyuan City. I'm afraid there was no practitioner of the Great National Class before, so Zhang Lingyun had absolute certainty, so the painter dared to do such a thing.

……

The knife in the artist's hand continued forward and stabbed Lin Xie's stomach.

Although Lin Xie's blow was completely dismantled with absolute force, the strength of the other party's performance also made the painter a little nervous, and according to the previous message to him, the great master cabinet of the house, is also a practitioner, if also a strong man like this, the two people together will pose a threat to him, so he must immediately solve the person in front of him.

In the perception of the two practitioners, the world is relatively slow at this moment. Lin Yingzheng began to fly backwards. His left hand, however, was still harshly pressed against the painter's right hand with a knife wrist to block the knife.

The painter did not change the knife posture.

Because he also thought that Lin Xi's soul power call was very weird, this knife also just wanted to hurt Lin Xi, and didn't want to kill Lin Xi directly. In his view, even if the wrist and Lin Yi's hand intersect, his strength is enough to severely traumatize Lin Yi.

Yet, at this very moment, a very delicate and bizarre change of course occurred in a battle that was already fragile and highly discernible because of absolute power differences.

The painter felt that Lin Xie's body's soul power erupted again at an incredible rate.

A rapid spiritual force erupted from Lin Xie's hand, and in a time when he couldn't even react, it turned into a golden lightning bolt that impacted his hand.

The painter's eyes were incredibly wide open, the strong sense of burning and numbness even at this moment caused his call of soul power to pause, yet the blank shock and numbness of his brain had not stopped, and he saw that Lin Xin's handle had taken off his hand and was flying backwards with a pale blue sword, flashing bright silver light, pausing forcefully in the air, like a jumping silver lightning, reflecting back!

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(There is a dinner at night, but I decided to put some pressure on myself, and on the last day of November, I still have to do it! There's more at night!