Immortal Devil Transformation

“Pfft!”

Su Zhongwen's mouth was sprayed with blood, his back was all dented down, and the whole person crashed into a house and collapsed into it.

Seeing that Su Zhongwen could not live under this blow, Li An Ting's blood seemed to pour all over his face. His whole face suddenly turned purple red.

“Kill!”

His mouth sounded like a blast, like all the air in his lungs, and he yelled at him.

Meanwhile, he kicked his foot, and a blue stone shaft next to him was kicked out and hit towards the painter.

“Bang!”, the painter waved his hand, snapping the blue stone shaft weighing at least 100 kg into pieces.

But just between these moments, Li An Ting stepped three steps in a row and his body blew up vigorously. Each step blew up a dust. It was like stepping on three grey camp tents. Hard life was twice as fast as before. By the side of the painter, he shouted, the long gun in his hand had a terrible wind, unlike a gun, but it was like an iron stick, stopping the painter from sweeping past.

His long gun, not just a regular black-haired long gun, but a full-bodied bronze, thorny, fine-grained inscription, and an extremely heavy soul soldier long gun.

This long gun swept past, leaving behind a piece of bronze light, like a piece of thorn that grew rapidly in the air.

The painter's body had just been emptied and plucked backwards. He couldn't see the time to avoid the long gun sweep, but he was not surprised. He just sighed and drank, “Good gun!”, right hand fingers together, like a little sword stabbed at this swept soul soldier's long gun.

Heavy Iron Blood Soul Soldier Heavy Gun and Fine Fingers, instantly crossed!

With a blast, innumerable aircurrents visible to the naked eye were blowing dust and sand everywhere.

It's like having two giant beasts, running to full speed, hitting a hard one with their bodies.

Li An Ting's face became more red and even his eyes were covered in blood as a result of this shock.

Despite the feeling of breaking all ten fingers of his hands, he pressed and pressed the heavy weapon that flew backwards, holding the gun and striking again.

At this point, however, the artist's hand had stretched out several inches lightning and put it on his gun.

At this moment, it happens that both of us are doing everything we can and working again.

“Kara...”

This time around the barrel of the gun, a slight explosion was made, but it was the real instantaneous angular force of the two.

Li An Ting groaned and just felt his legs start to tremble. This Yun Qin repeat offender's manipulation is so horrible, far beyond himself, I'm afraid the strongest general in the entire Suxia Army is no more than that.

His hands can no longer hold the heavy gun, but his extreme anger and astonishing will as Yun Qin Iron Blood made him not let go at this time, instead, his arms pressed down, with his own arms and his own body, to clamp the heavy gun.

The artist's strength shook again.

The wind seemed unscathed, but more than a dozen surrounding houses had already been shattered, and the windowpaper cracked, instantly stirred sandstone rushed into a hundred holes.

A strand of blood slipped from the corner of Li An Ting's mouth. There was a shock wound in his inner body. His arms were dislocated directly. He drowned softly, unable to control the long gun, and the whole person threw back.

At this time, the ten heavily armored sergeants dressed in blue wolves finally killed Li An Ting's side. The long knife and claw in his hand fell on the painter like a storm.

This heavy-duty sergeant, like a moving metal fortress, is an ordinary practitioner with no enemies at all.

However, the painter is not an ordinary practitioner, he is a strong man who is close to the peak of the Great Powers.

Faced with the assassination of these heavily armed sergeants, he only did the same thing as Li An Ting's first blow. He grabbed the heavy weapon of the soul soldier in his hand, shouted loudly, his full strength rolled out, poured into the long gun of the soul soldier, and swept the long gun of the soul soldier as an iron stick.

“When!” “When!” “When!” “When! ” …

A violent shock, dense enough to numb the scalp, exploded in a breath.

The long knife in the hands of the three heavily armored sergeants was broken and the heavy body of the two heavily armored sergeants fell backwards to the ground, spraying extremely fine blood between the masks.

More than a dozen pieces of metal broken from the knife or the claw of a heavy armored hook and blade burst into the air, in the rear alley, dozens of sergeants had already poured in. One of the sergeants had just rushed in and was shot into the eyebrow by a piece of metal fragment. At short notice, he didn't make any sound and fell back to the ground.

Lee Ann Ting, who had fallen to the ground, shouted furiously.

He did not expect that this Yun Qin repeat offender was so powerful.

It seemed to be in response to the anger of the military general, a dense wave of bowstrings vibrating between the alleys.

Countless dense black feather arrows with horrific whistles filled the sky and fell in the next breath.

The painter let go of the heavy gun in his hand, although in his awareness at this moment, there were no practitioners in the whole outer city who could fight him, but he was well aware that there was never a practitioner in the world who could resist the entire army. Even Dean Zhang, who fell into Star Lake on that day, relied on a dozen powerful practitioners with him, as well as 3,000 generals.

He had already felt that the army had surrounded the neighborhood at the moment, so there was no pride in him at all, but strong fear and anger.

What part of the story is someone designing themselves and exposing their whereabouts?

When this thought flashed once again in his mind, his whole person had crashed into a house next to him, like just Su Zhongwen.

“Duh, duh, duh..." There are countless black feather holes above that penetrate the house through thin tiles, but beneath them a dusty fog explodes, like a carriage, crushing across at an astonishing speed.

……

Su Zhongwen was still alive at this time, but the vital organs in his body, under the blow of the painter, had become a floppy object, and he had reached the moment of final retention.

Li An Ting jumped in a roar and rushed into the collapsed halfway house where he was.

Looking at the rushing General Yun Qin, Su Zhongwen opened his mouth and tried to spit out the three words of Chen Feirong.

But he opened his mouth, but he could no longer say anything, his head dropped, and the Liu family relied heavily on the plotter, and the breath broke.

Li An Ting and Su Zhongwen did not have any sympathy before, they did not even meet, but at this time, when he saw Su Zhongwen's breath, the leader of Yun Qin still thought that Su Zhongwen was trying to track down a repeat offender, despite his own safety, his eyes turned red, and he shouted again: “Kill him! ”

This is no longer a military order, but a complete personal roar.

This is in the city. If such felons run away in the city, the entire Qingyuan City military will lose face. Even if the boss does not punish, Li Antong will surely resign himself.

……

Although the political situation of Yunqin has reached a worrying level after decades of calming down, making Lin Xie feel dirty, but under the glorious beliefs formed by Sangwu and the achievements of the former people, Yunqin's army has not failed in any way during the decades of constant warfare, it is still an iron army with the power and will of terror.

And because today's enemy is only one, and because this enemy is a powerful practitioner, the order of the summit is simple, only to ask for it to be killed.

So for the army, this battle is extremely easy to deploy.

The fastest cavalry has blocked the alley, a large number of infantry troops have pulled out a triple encirclement, and several sections of the city's defense forces are mobilizing, accompanied by the city's defense forces, which will also be used exclusively against powerful crossbow guns of pedestrians.

Practitioners are much faster and more powerful than normal martial arts, but under such daylight, practitioners simply cannot hide their figure.

So by the time Li An Ting's exasperated roar, hundreds of light armored cavalry and hundreds of infantry troops had penetrated it, and the house the painter was walking through had been completely surrounded.

Dozens of Shield Knife infantry broke into the house for the first time, and the strangulation between practitioners and the army really went into a white-hot state.

However, Lee Ann Ting, who quickly jumped into a house, stagnated, and there was no blood or limbs flying out between the houses.

In the face of powerful practitioners, the Yunqin Army was never afraid, because the Yunqin Army was not afraid to pay the price of blood and death.

Even if practitioners kill sergeants, it is as easy as cutting grass, but no matter how horrible you kill inside, the vast majority of sergeants in the periphery do not see such horrible, usually grinding iron blood will, will make these soldiers even if they know that there have been huge casualties before them, they will still fill in and rush in without thinking.

In this urban area, in the plains, during the day, even a powerful practitioner like a painter, between breaths, can only kill a few sergeants at most, but on the outskirts, at least dozens of sergeants will fill in.

So the sergeant wrapped in the practitioner's dense hemp, will not become less and less with the sudden death, but will become more and more, this encirclement, on the contrary, will become tighter and bigger.

This regiment will be wrapped around the practitioner until the practitioner's soul is depleted and killed.

This is what the army really dreads about individual practitioners.

At this moment, however, the painter did not kill an ordinary sergeant at all. He did not use his soul to kill these sergeants, but only to flee, only at an alarming rate and beyond the response of ordinary sergeants, from the gap between these sergeants, desperately fleeing in one direction.

Because he was faster than a horse, a circle of practitioners of his rank was never truly formed.

At this moment, Li Antong has also seen the true intentions of the painter.

The artist is going to the big market in town! The businessmen and businessmen who do business there add up to the ordinary people who buy, I'm afraid, at least two or three thousand people.

“Can we evacuate in time?” At this moment, Li Antong's mind just came up with this idea.