Immortal Devil Transformation

Because of the proximity, the painter could see clearly and perceive clearly. There was nothing connected between Lin Xi's hand and the long sword. It was only because of the dedication of his soul that the sword flew back.

This is the true sword!

In the world of practitioners, however, only practitioners of the saint's rank can make a true sword.

He was already a practitioner close to the peak of the great master, but the more he reached such a cultivation, the more he felt that he was an unimaginable distance from the “holy” class.

Beyond the general practitioner, with great strength and even disregard for many rules of the world, the “holy” class of many laws is not yet a door to him, but a great mountain.

Is he a saint?

How could there possibly be a practitioner of the saint class in this common trade name?

And if you are a saint, how can you deliberately suppress your cultivation and make such a confrontation with yourself?

But if they are not saints, how can they make swords?

And what about that golden lightning that hit you, burning your half body and almost paralyzing you?

Of all practitioners in this world, only Zhongzhou's Chang Sun clan can turn their souls into powerful golden lightning.

In a very short time of subtle changes in this war scene, countless shocking thoughts filled the minds of painters.

Extreme shock created a sense of brain blankness, causing a real slowdown in his body's call to power.

“Huh!”

Lin Xi's sword directly crossed his face.

The speckled mask on his face split into two pieces and fell off his face.

His left cheek to his right face bore a terrible sword wound, yet even the blood gushing from the wound could not hide the extreme shock on his face.

“Boom!”

His soul power finally erupted again.

Lin Xi made a muffled hum, his whole body flew out again at a faster speed, his back hit the wall at the end of the corridor, the back and wall hit the moment of muffled noise, his body also sounded a lot of bone cracking, but his eyes remained locked on the painter's face.

He saw very clearly that the painter was originally a middle-aged man with a few stitches and a slightly taller cheekbone, who looked like a somewhat depressed teacher.

“How is that possible! ”

“Who the hell are you! ”

At this moment, the painter could definitely see that Lin Xie fell on the wall much heavier than himself, but he was still like crazy, even screaming.

The raining eaves above his head had been collapsed by the powerful forces emanating from his body. At this moment, the thick, numb, cold rain washed over his face, causing the blood water to drift down his face, making the wound even more scary. Whether it was pain or cold, terrified, his body began to tremble uncontrollably and violently.

“You don't need to know who I am. ”

“As long as I remember the breath on you, I'll know who you are. ”

Lin Xi started coughing and coughed up some blood, but his face was very pleasant and he was very happy. He understood that with his current strength, if he worked so hard, he could have killed such a powerful opponent step by step. And he has accomplished his purpose.

Because if you want to use this painter against Su Zhongwen, at least know the true face of the painter and find him from Qingyuan City.

The painter who looked incomprehensible and shook his body strings, Lin Xi said nothing more, but said back in his heart.

……

Time returns before the count stops.

Apart from Lin Xi, no one knows what has happened in this small courtyard where Lin Xi and Chen Fei Rong are located.

Ice-cold rain silk spilled in the sky.

A painter in a brown robe with a mask is walking down a muddy path.

Looking at a very quiet garden in the distance, the dryness in the heart of the already strong practitioner of the world became stronger, and his body began to tremble with some excitement.

After all, this woman is not only gorgeous, but also the mysterious Grand Duxiang Grand Master Cabinet, which was previously widely circulated.

Women in this capacity are naturally more attractive.

Just like the eldest princess in the Imperial City of Yunqin, the whole of Yunqin, I don't know how many men have a cruel desire for her in their hearts, trying to desecrate her harshly, just don't dare to say it. For him, if there is a powerful enough cultivation, even the Imperial City can get in and out, the Elder Princess's attraction to him is naturally the first. He must also go into the palace, play with the Elder Princess, make a most beautiful painting on her, let the world see, and declare that the world people, they dare only imagine the woman in their hearts, has been played by him.

……

Just a few miles from the Garden, Lin Xie had walked outside Chen Feirong's door and knocked.

“Going away? ”

Chen Feirong asked in the room.

She didn't take off her clothes, she just sat in bed, and when she heard Lin Xie knocking on the door, she stood up.

“Yes.” Lin Xi nodded not slowly.

Chen Feirong did not hesitate at all and did not ask Lin Xie for any reason. He pushed the door open and followed Lin Xie to a carriage that had already been prepared at the side door.

Lin Xi tightened her clothes, put on a bamboo coat and put on a thick coat. “Drive!” A low drink, this carriage of two of the finest horseradishes, like an arrow off a string, rushed out, rushed out of the estate, along the avenue, towards the city.

The black carriage broke through the rain curtain.

The thunderous sound of horseshoes broke the tranquillity of a rainy night.

Miles from the park, the rapidly moving painter stood stunned.

He rarely saw the wagon rush out, then watched it leave at an alarming rate and disappear into his sight.

“What's going on? ”

The painter looked at the direction of the wagon disappearing, how could he not understand, the woman lived here in the middle of the night, why was she suddenly insane, why was she suddenly so anxious to leave?

……

The cold leaching rain did not stop until dawn, and the practice field of the Qingyuan City Guard also became a little muddy.

Zhengwu Sgt. Lee An Ting looked at the muddy and hard land in front of him and his eyebrows were deep.

Because there's no ice.

The absence of ice means that the winter for the army begins to pass officially and that a great war between the two countries is about to come to an end.

The more unknown the situation of Yun Qin people, the hotter they will want to fight this battle, the more they want to pull the treasonous sniffer General back to chop off his head, but the more Lieutenant General like him, the more clearly they will fight such a battle, what price it will pay, how many lives it will cost to loyal generals to the Empire.

A school officer rushed in from the entrance of the battalion, and immediately went behind him and gave a message: “General, only a man named Su Zhongwen, claiming to be a plotter of the governor of Liu province, sent someone to bring him a message. ”

“Su Zhongwen? Indeed, it was the plotter who followed Yoo Ziyu, whom the city guard had told me earlier that I knew he was in the city.” Li An Ting turned around, a complete wind of iron and blood, quickly said: “What is he up to? ”

Nor did the school officer have any hesitation, "he said," He found a wanted felon, which is definitely a 'painter’. Only the ‘painter’ should be so far above him that it should only be possible for us to surround the felon if we are sent by the military. He said he had now managed to lead the felon into the alley of Tianzhenfang. But there is no guarantee that the repeat offender will remain there for a long time. If our army is worried and can't get there soon, it doesn't have to go. ”

Li An Ting's eyebrows jumped sharply and a slight smile appeared on his face: “Su Zhongwen wants to make merit... but our duty is to defend ourselves. If a practitioner can terrorize us, what's the point of our army? Why do we need to be inspired by such an awkward act of agitation? ”

“Order the children to mount immediately, and heavily armored and crossbowmen to launch! Go to Tianzhengfang neighborhood to hunt down felons! ”

A loud drink burst out of Li An Ting's mouth.

Just for a few moments, a harsh military order sounded in the garrison, countless golden iron sounds in the garrison of the town guard.

……

A middle-aged teacher walked in an ugly alley, carrying a regular oil paper umbrella and wearing a plain blue cotton robe.

His eyebrows slowly wrinkled, and the divine colour in his eyebrows became colder, completely unlike his previous peace in the streets with so many people outside.

The middle-aged man, a painter who ran away in the middle of the night last night for nothing.

He did not understand why Chen Feirong suddenly left in the middle of the night, just felt something wrong, but today he had some unnamed intentions and shock in his heart, someone knew his identity, knew his place, let the innkeeper bring him a message to meet him in this alley.

Who tipped him off?

What's this guy trying to do to him?

Now he's in the open, he's in the dark, so he has to know who it is.

Press the innkeeper to tell him where he is, and the incredibly cautious practitioner slowly moves forward, and suddenly he stops.

Because in front is a dead alley, facing a wall, there is no way out.

Just as his face got uglier, thinking about whether he should stay here next, or leave here immediately, leaving Qingyuan City, he felt something and turned around.

He saw a middle-aged clerk showing himself from a distant alley.