Immortal Devil Transformation

The military number whimpered, under the command of several battle flags at high altitude, the army of Yunqin, which surrounded the painter, was also making rapid adjustments, and several cavalry forces began to penetrate quickly in the surrounding alley.

Suddenly, the pupils of an observer guard in the army narrowed, the first to understand the artist's intention to rush in that direction.

He saw three dressed kids.

The alley itself is about to be demolished and the residents have moved out… the clothes of ordinary people will not be so broken even if they show up to play here.

So this is supposed to be three homeless little beggars who are temporarily borrowing the windshield.

Although Yun Qin is strong, the vast majority of people can eat rice noodles, but it is also the vast majority of people. Some poor people suffer some more accidents, especially those who are unable to earn labor to support themselves, can only become beggars begging along the street.

The biggest of the three little beggars was also about 10 years old, a girl, and the other two boys were at most seven or eight years old, looking like a sister with two younger brothers. The three little beggars must have heard the thunderous drums of war and the continuous outbursts not far away, but perhaps they did not know what was happening, perhaps they were frightened, perhaps they felt it was safest to shrink from the corner of the alley. So right now, these three little beggars are like three poor puppies, curled together, and Cesar trembles.

The painter plundered the three children.

From the time he killed Su Zhongwen, the time was actually short, not long, but his clothes had been covered with many cracks, even on his skin, several wounds had appeared, seeping blood.

In particular, he was shot in the shoulder by a crossbow, leaving a bone hole in his blood.

But the colourful mask on his face was still intact. Severe breathing sounds erupted from the nostrils of his face, forming two stretching white aircurrents and even some stinging whistles, making his people look even more horrible.

Under the mask, the painter's face was frightened and bleak, and the sweat flowed like slurry, but when he saw the three little beggars who finally appeared in his sight, the panic on his face instantly turned blue.

The few spiritual forces in his body continued to erupt violently. His entire person was just a landing and landing. He stepped on half the roof, jumped down and fell beside the three little beggars and stopped.

The military continues.

A famous sergeant formed an iron currents that swept out of the streets and houses, but when he saw clearly that the painter had stopped and the sight in front of him, the sergeant's footsteps had suddenly slowed and stopped.

For a while, the silence of the original murderous street alley became swift.

On all sides, there were residential houses even completely overthrown by the cavalry wood, more soldiers came together, just a few moments, the painter's body had gathered in dense numbness, formed a huge surrounding circle.

However, all soldiers did not enter the 20-step area outside the painter.

Because watching these cloudy and airy Yunqin soldiers pour out like iron currents, the painter just did a simple move, he just put a hook sickle in his hand on the neck of the little girl who forgot to cry, and then pulled a little hard, dragged some blood marks on the little girl's neck.

“Let her go! Even a little boy like you can do it! ”

A school official crowded to the forefront and shouted angrily at the painter.

“I can let her go, but who let me go? ”

The painter looked at the angry schoolmaster indifferently, “either let me go, all of us, or let them die with me. ”

“You... you are also a Yun Qin practitioner...” The school officer trembled in anger and couldn't say more at once.

The painter scoffed indifferently: "What is a more powerful practitioner, in front of the army? ”

The sound of the golden iron roar came, and all the front-line Black Armor sergeants chewed their heads, knowing that it should be Li An Ting and some heavy armored sergeants had also arrived.

Li An Ting, with a low cough, appeared in the front row.

“You should know that today is never going to get you out of here alive. Because if we let you out, everyone knows that more people will die in your hands. ”

Li An Ting looked angrily and harshly into the painter's eyes and said coldly: “There is no point in you doing something like this. ”

“You're right, let me out today, I might kill more people, and maybe more sergeants will die next time I'm under siege.” The painter nodded and a cold laugh came from under his mask, "Three small lives, it seems, cannot be compared to the lives of many soldiers loyal to the Empire… so why don't you let your men do it? What are you waiting for? ”

“You are just an ordinary practitioner, so you still don't know us Yun Qin soldiers, Yun Qin army. ”

Li An Ting silenced for a moment before looking at the painter and making a slow noise.

“As soldiers, we can sometimes abandon many things in order to win. To win, we can give up our lives… even we can let a lot of our comrades die. Sometimes we leave humanity behind. ”

“If I were alone against you, I was just an ordinary practitioner, and I would let you go in the face of this moment. But I am a Yun Qin soldier… in order not to cause you more harm to the Empire, I must kill you today, this is my duty, this is the sacrifice I must bear. ”

It was not loud to hear Li An Ting's two sentences, but if he was unusually firm, the painter's face under the speckle mask instantly changed from obscene to tragic white, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. The sharp blade also trembled on the little girl's neck. He can hear the anger and determination in Li An Ting's words. He also knows that what Li An Ting said is serious. He cannot leave this place alive today, I'm afraid, no matter what.

“If so, what are you waiting for?” His heart trembled, sighing and sighing.

“I'm waiting for you to restore some humanity. ”

Li An Ting looked at the painter and sighed: “I always thought that anyone, even Yun Qin felons, would be at least individual, there would be some humanity. You let these kids go, I promise you, I'll give you a decent way to die. ”

The painter did not speak immediately.

His body trembled, sweating all over him, bean-sized sweatballs, dropping from his mask.

All the sergeants were waiting in their breath, waiting for the practitioner to let go of the three children.

“I'm afraid you can't wait for the results you want. ”

And what got all of them so cold was the painter looked up and laughed, "I'd like to try one last time, and see if you can really watch these three children die. ”

When he heard the artist's words, Li An Ting's face suddenly became snow-white.

The painter, however, did not stop, and the hook sickle in his hand retracted slightly and fell hard towards the girl's neck.

……

Lin Yi's hands and feet became a little cold and stiff.

After the painter stopped, he also saw the three little beggars and knew that his plan was perfect, but there were still accidents that did not divert his will.

In his view, painters naturally deserve to die, and now painters can do things like this, naturally even more so.

However, he did not want the three little beggars to die.

Next, if you use your ability to go back in time, if you do something early to help the army kill the painter, he could be spotted by the army, causing a lot of trouble.

But he seemed to have no choice.

At this point, however, what struck him slightly was that the place he had been staring at had undergone another unusual change.

……

Lin Xi did not know that in the vicinity of this street alley, from the beginning, there was quietly overlooking Yunqin's army and powerful practitioners fighting, and there was also a fugitive who came from far away to the world's first male city, Zhongzhou City, and had just arrived in Qingyuan City shortly after, Zhantai Shaotang.

After meeting Zhongzhou City, which he had dreamed of seeing as a child, Zhantai Shaotang experienced some rare confusion in his life in the city, and then nowhere to go, he decided to follow his inner impulse to meet Da Dexiang's master cabinet.

Zhantai Shaotang heard that Dade Xiang's master cabinet was in Qingyuan City, so he came to Qingyuan City.

Lin Xi also did not know, just last night it rained cold in Qingyuan City. When the painter was ready to enter the garden, Zhantai Shaotang also wanted to ride the night color and meet Chen Feirong directly.

Because in Zhantai shallow Tang's view, if the big things are truly extraordinary people, a few words of conversation can show that maybe he can stay in Da Dexiang, maybe in the future Da Dexiang can become a help to his country.

But he went a little late, so besides seeing the runaway carriage that left in the rain, he also found out that Chen Feirong was confused by his departure, and wanted | the fire was hard to quench the angry and scolding painter.

He did not know the identity of the painter, but he felt that the painter did not seem to have any good intentions towards Chen Feirong, so he began to stare at the painter secretly.

In Zhantai's shallow eyes, this may become an opportunity for him to approach Chen Feirong.

However, he did not expect a sudden war, in this alley, to erupt somewhat unexpectedly.

Although Zhantai Shaotang has seen many powerful descriptions of Yun Qin's army in books, it is also the first time he has seen Yun Qin's army engage with practitioners. Such a battle is naturally more informative and necessary for him to understand.

By the time the painter found himself approaching the three little beggars, he had reacted earlier than anyone else.

And that was when his heart began to suffer and struggle.

Nor did he know that a practitioner like Lin Xie existed in the scene. He only knew that he could stop the artist's inhuman behavior.

He didn't want those three poor little beggars to die... however, these are three ordinary Yun Qin children.

However, he carries a country on his back.

Dealing in such circumstances… will certainly cause many troubles, even fatal consequences.

The sacrifice and sole hope of many, even children from three exotic countries, does not seem to be difficult at all compared to one country.

Zhantai shallow sweat, also wet cotton shirt.

Ultimately, however, Zhantai Shaotang decided to remain faithful to the deepest voice of his heart, just as he did when he was in Imperial City, Zhongzhou, and he decided to do it.