Immortal Devil Transformation

Just for a moment, Li An Ting judged that there was absolutely no time to evacuate.

Because to steer thousands of people at an extremely rapid rate would normally require at least thousands of formed troops, and at this time it is not known how many transactions are taking place in the marketplace, simply allowing those small traders to evacuate the goods at the stall would have unknown disruptive consequences.

There was absolutely no time to evacuate, but to block him at all costs.

However, just when his vest was cold and he wanted to make another loud drink, over this alley, in the still cold sky, a whimpering sound rang out.

This is the military nickname of the military observation guard.

Li An Ting's scalp shocked and his spirit vibrated. He only reacted because he watched the other party kill Su Zhongwen in front of himself. He was a little out of his mind and forgot one important thing.

Earlier, when it was discovered that the painter and Su Zhongwen were already fighting each other, when he came forward as a pioneer, he had ordered his deputy general to command the entire army.

So now any order he sends will only be valid against these sergeants who are surrounded by blue wolves.

Those watching guards at heights will see the situation and the intentions of the other party earlier than themselves and will respond faster!

Only at the moment when the sergeant rang, he was uplifted, "Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!” … a fierce and loud sound, like thunder, overshadowed the military trumpet and even overwhelmed the shouting in this street alley, and the explosion of the painter as he walked through the house.

This is the drum of battle of Yunqin's army!

In the distance, on six carriages, a black drum with more than one person on each side was erected. In front of each drum, there was a giant man, naked, with a thumping stick in his hands and a fierce thumping on the drum. Knocking out almost all over the city is intolerable.

Each shock even excites these giant men's facial skin to produce rippling shakes.

In the drums of war like thunder, dozens of heavily armored cavalry men began to strike hard at the house where the painter was located.

The strongest horses and riders in these dozens of armies are dressed in black metal armor, and each heavy rider holds a heavy wolf tooth stick in his hand. And behind each horse, there's a giant piece of wood that's never under a wagon.

Because these horses ran extremely intensely, and under the scrolling and collision with high and low ground, some of the battlemen were rolling wood, even jumping up and jumping in the air.

These dozens of heavy armored horses, along with the heavy armored cavalry above, have never moved forward. Whatever is in front of them, they have resolutely jumped in and crashed into it.

This is a shocking sight.

Some of the horses crashed into the wall, some of them only halfway through, some jumped onto the flat roof, and the roof was crushed hard and raw. Some of them burst down, some of them broke down several walls, and they kept moving forward.

Just a few breaths apart, at least half of the horses, fell in a fierce hissing, yet under the impact of dozens of heavy armored horses, this house, as if it were a piece of land, was almost completely plowed, a huge piece of house, instantly smashed and collapsed.

The painter suddenly lost his cover and found himself in a messy rubble, surrounded by dust and smoke, forming an unusually intense fog.

……

More intense horseshoes are still roaring.

While the dozens of heavily armored horses in the first wave were either hoarse or continuing forward, the second wave of cavalry had swept into the debris that had just begun to spread.

This is a ride-on light-armed cavalry, horse and saddle rider, all dressed in black leather armor, like a black lightning bolt in the fog.

“Pull the net! ”

A statement was made by different school officials, but neat and uniformed, with equally cold and iron-blooded military orders ringing low at this time.

Just like flying a kite, above these cavalry forces, suddenly as a result of violent shaking and dragging, raised a huge web of cold flashes and fell toward the painter's location.

Each of these meshes is made of steel wire twisted with many barbs and sharp edges.

The painter's face under the speckled mask became unusually white.

Although he has experienced a lot of killing in his life, he has never completely revealed his identity and location, and was completely locked away by an army, so he has never had the experience of dealing with a true regular Yunqin army. At this moment, he completely believes in the rumor in the practice world… No practitioner can resist the army or take it above the army.

His cultivation, having approached the peak of the Great Powers Division, looked at the entire province of Qixiaohang and could not find a few practitioners who could be stronger than him. However, if he were any faster, he would not have directly avoided this iron net, which completely enclosed hundreds of square feet of circles, or even tried to enclose those in his own army.

He can't hide directly at speed. He's the only one who can break the net!

“Psst! ”

The two long knives in his hands were cut out and cut out, and the hard raw raw raw raw raw raw wire was cut and cut toward a wire mesh that he had fallen over.

But these two knives were just ordinary steel machetes that he snatched. Under his soul burst wrap, the two machetes, while shining brightly throughout, were no longer able to bear, and the entire body cracked open and began to unravel extremely quickly.

“Hook sickle! ”

“Thor!”

For the cultivator, the low and cold military commandment sounds like an astonishment again.

At this moment in the dust smoke, the painter is still moving very fast, but it is not clear how many sergeants have been hidden around.

Only those who watched at heights outside could see clearly that there were two waves, nearly 150 infantry troops, already running at full speed, rushing into the thick dust and stepping on more soot.

A hook sickle linked to the chain flies out of the second wave of infantry and throws it at the painter.

The first wave of infantry, already a group of more than a dozen people, ripped a large iron wire, this group of sergeants just pulled these wires, ran forward, trying to tie the painter up.

The face under the painter's mask became more frightened and pale.

Faced with the hook sickle coming out of the smoke and whirring from all sides, the two knives in his hand turned into two cyclones at an extremely fast speed, instantly chopping all the blades that approached him for the first time out, but in the fierce impact of gold iron, his hands completely collapsed and only two handles remained in his hands.

In such a short period of time, he had no choice but to spray his soul again and spread it all over his body.

His whole body turned pale yellow and glittered with a golden iron glow under the spiritual power of the Great Power's master class.

All the hook sickles that fell on him were not able to cut into his skin, were shocked out, several chains that had just stopped his waist from touching his body were severed by the hook sickle that he had taken from his hand.

“Put it down!”

However, at this point, another military order was heard in the fog.

Along with this sound, the sound of an army order is a hinge of gold iron.

In the sky, there was a terrific breaking sound.

As the painter looked up, he saw a crossbow several times thicker than an ordinary crossbow, falling sharply in the air.

He is aware that the first units of the Urban Defence Forces have arrived and that some of the weapons of the Urban Defence Forces, which are specifically designed to deal with practitioners, have begun to be invested.

……

Lin Xi tumbled quietly in an attic outside this street alley.

From the beginning to the end, he saw the painter's pursuit of Su Zhongwen, and saw Yun Qin's army's siege of the painter.

Although he is a famous general in the Dragon Snake Side Army, he is already familiar with the army, but whether it is the hanging of the army and the cave barbarbarian forces, or the hanging of the Middle-Army and the Grand Army, the Yun Qin army surrounds the practitioners in front of him is completely different.

The scene that was happening at the moment also shocked his heart.

Although he had been warned by Dean Zhang long before entering Qingyuan Academy that there were no invincible practitioners in the world, he also knew the significance of the army itself, besides resisting other enemies, in Anne as well as in deterring and killing powerful practitioners.

But only at this moment, in a city like this, where there is no cover or topographical cover, can we truly experience the horrors of the army when we see the army surrounding individual practitioners.

While the majority of the military are ordinary people who are vulnerable to practitioners, the military has many armaments specifically targeted at practitioners.

Although the painter who continues to advance in the battle regiment at this moment still looks extremely powerful, and the elite soldiers of Yunqin appear extremely weak, Lin Xin is well aware that in this situation, the painter has been forced to sprinkle his soul to avoid being killed. In this situation, the soul power consumption of the painter is extremely astonishing, at least Lin Xin can be sure that he will never be close to the big market in the city.

In the distance, there are obviously sounds from the more powerful heavy-duty armoury marches of the Thru Moon Crossbow, and what is truly lethal to major state-class practitioners is also being transported.

Lin Xi knew that he still underestimated the strength of Yun Qin's army. He knew that painters could not escape. He wanted to bring Zhang Lingyun in directly by the way. It should not work, and other methods must be considered.

But just then, his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.

Because at this point, he saw the painter suddenly change the direction of the impact, no longer like the orientation impact of the market, but rather sprayed out a lot of soul power from under his feet, throwing himself like a bullet in a row and fleeing toward the inn where he had previously lived.

What's in that place?

This alley itself has been officially acquired for the construction of several yards. The residents themselves have been vacated, so Lin Xie chose such a place.

At the speed of the artist's soul power consumption, I'm afraid he can't get near his original inn, and his soul power has been exhausted.

Rather, his only chance of survival was, as he had previously envisioned, to storm into an unusually densely populated area, causing the army to throw rat taboos.

But this neighborhood to his former inn belongs to a sparsely populated area, so what's he going to do when he rushes there?