Immortal Devil Transformation

Just listening to a muffled noise, the old man pressed down, the stone sank into some mud, slipped forward a few more feet, and stopped.

But as soon as he stopped this big stone, the old man had no proud god on his face. Instead, he had some frightening god on his face, and the eyelids of both eyes jumped violently.

Leaving aside the practitioner who drives the carriage, a strip of demon-like figure has emerged in the wilderness on the side of the official road.

In everyone's first impression of the moment, these shadows coming out of the wild woods were like demons, not because they were all masked with black masks, but because they were so fast, and the power they had on them at the time of the impact was so astonishing that they produced a horrible airflow and void.

All these people coming out of the wilderness are practitioners!

The army is able to remain proud of its practitioners because of its powerful armaments and because of its overwhelming numbers.

The number of practitioners in the world is, after all, extremely scarce.

At this moment, however, there are seventeen people coming out of the wilderness.

“Who the hell are you? ”

At this moment, even Ink Qingfeng, the commander-in-chief of the military escort, felt somewhat dizzy because he was too shocked. Even though he knew that his question could not be answered, he could not help but drink it towards the prison car beside him.

After all, this is not the Dragon Snake Side Army or the Qianxia Side Army, but in the interior of the Yunqin Empire.

Enemy cultivators who can penetrate the Empire are more valuable than enemy cultivators who operate in the sidelines.

And most importantly, these seventeen practitioners who rush out of the wild woods don't even look like low-ranking ordinary spiritualists and spiritual practitioners!

Such a large number of powerful cultivators is sufficient to bring to an end such an army of less than 300 men.

“Let me out. ”

In Mo Qingfeng's somewhat dizzy sensation, he heard a sigh in the trunk of the prison car, “It's none of your business, they're not here to save me... they're here to kill me. ”

At this moment, Mo Qingfeng showed a slight hesitation.

He should instinctively believe Zhantai Shaotang's words in the prison car, but he is a member of the Yun Qin army… Whether these practitioners come to kill Zhantai Shaotang or rescue Zhantai Shaotang, Zhantai Shaotang must be a reckless practitioner with a different identity.

Only this hesitation, in the sky, sounded an awesome breaking sound.

A black golden arrow has instantly descended, shooting into his heart!

Mo Qingfeng was the strongest in the army at this time, except for the county guard Lady Lei and Sentence Division Lord Xu's Mengelo. However, facing this arrow, he could not escape directly and could only make some escape up there.

The black fine gold arrow stabbed him hard on his left rib. The arrow was between sharp rotations. The sharp cluster of arrows pierced the metal armor on his body, and then continued to grind his flesh and flesh, penetrating sharply.

Like being struck by an iron hammer, Ink Qingfeng fell from his horse, like a house collapsed, spilling countless dust.

There was a fist-sized hole in his metal armor, which was filled with blurred flesh and blood.

Had it not been for this armor, even if it had escaped the deadly trauma, the blow would have torn his gut completely and shot him.

“Kill!”

When Mo Qingfeng fell seriously, several school officials took over command and issued orders, in accordance with the customs of the military.

A flashing steel mesh flied out.

The sky quickly sank, and the moment a steel mesh was thrown out, all the heavily armored cavalry, all toward the seventeen practitioners, pulled the crossbow mounted on their arms.

In a horrible metallic vibration, countless wires of metal suddenly appeared in the sky.

The dense and numb metal wires passed through the steel mesh at a faster speed, while others were nailed to the mesh, falling at a faster speed with the mesh and pressed against the seventeen practitioners.

“Heh!” “Heh!” “Psst!”...

A flame of fire burst into flames.

A fast-paced figure instantly broke six or seven steel meshes, rushing directly out of the areas covered by these meshes and onto the edge of the army.

“Kill!”

Mr. Lo, wearing a white jade monk hat, was frightened first. At this moment, when he saw the scene, he knew that if these practitioners could not be separated and attacked today, he was afraid that none of the pedestrians would survive today. After reading this, he also went all out and shouted, his hands from the waist, a punch, but two truncated sticks were swirled together and turned into a long stick.

He jumped up empty-handed and struck down one stick towards the practitioner who had first arrived in front of the battle.

He was a national class practitioner who was entrusted by the military department with the relationship of criminal division, seconded. This stick was struck down. Only a circle of light like a cloud appeared on the whole golden mixed stick. Just waved down, the dust on the ground had been blown open to both sides by powerful air currents. The momentum was amazing.

For him, the shooter's sergeant had time to throw the hook sickle as long as he was able to block the practitioner and the ones around him had just thrown the net.

But his stick had just fallen, and a knife was like a galaxy rolling back up, and he couldn't even react.

“Huh!”

Seems like it just cut a layer of paper.

One of the arms offered by the Sentence Division commander was directly chopped off, and the remaining arm was unable to hold the stunning weight of the baton. I saw a golden stick flying out with a broken arm.

Fortunately, at this moment, Mr. Lo's subconscious rolled back and rolled under the belly of the horses of the two heavily armed sergeants in the rear, thus avoiding the razor blade he continued to spill.

It was just when the offering felt the pain in his broken arm, and the knife flashed, and the heads of the two heavily armed sergeants above him had flown, and two strands of blood sprayed up like fountains.

Also at this time, the female practitioner of English martial arts, the offering of Qingyuan County guard house, Ray Jing shouted and drank, has also come to the other practitioner, cut out a knife.

Her knife was cut out, but her whole arm vibrated sharply, shaking out a wave of knife flowers, extremely wide and thick gold knife arc jumping, forming a lightning arc like a golden stream waterfall, the “thunder" knife of Thunder College.

The top Soul Soldiers of Thundering College are made of real dragon thunder gold on Mount True Dragon, which can inspire lightning, lightning, Thundering College tactics domination, but also because not only is the Soul Soldier extremely destructive, it is impacted by the electric light emitted on this Soul Soldier, hostile practitioners, they must suffer a lot of damage when standing up.

Faced with the sword of the female practitioner who apparently also originated from Yunqin Thundering College, the other practitioner, who was extremely quick with a knife, did not hardwire, but slipped backwards and avoided the knife.

Lei Jing's knife was emptied, and his entire body shook, stepping forward, trying to strike out Thunder Academy's raging lightning strike.

This raging lightning strike is nine steps in a row, nine knives in a row. Not only is one knife more violent and rapid than one under the unique power skills of the Thundering Academy, but the most powerful is that the nine knives come down in a row and the lightning brings up to a certain intensity, which naturally converges into a lightning ball. Pushing these lightning balls towards each other with a knife might not be able to resist even the highest-ranking practitioners.

It is also only during the Academy that the elite students of Thundering Academy, who excel and accumulate a great deal of battle power, will be able to learn this tactic from the Royal Presbyterian Sun, and receive the Thundering Soul Soldier refined with True Dragon Thunder Gold.

However, just as Lei Jing took this step forward, her mind shook suddenly and her heart gave a warning sign that her entire body borrowed to the next level.

“Psst! ”

Almost as soon as she lay low, a black fine gold arrow flew over her back, cutting a light mouth two inches long on her back.

“Bang!” exploded.

Mr. Lo, who was under a horse, was in a bad mood and could not care less about the bloody gusts at the broken arm and worked so hard to carry his upper body with his shoulders.

The heavy armored horse was hit with all his might, and his rib bones were broken, and he ran wildly forward. One hit the practitioner in front of him with a knife cut towards Ray Jing.

Nearly under the barely visible knife of Mr. Lo, the horse's head was cut in half like a ray of light.

Though Ray Jing below was not directly cut by the knife, the two flying horseshoes almost stepped on her, holding her hand on the ground, and the moment she rolled out, the Englishwoman practitioner was very pale and sweaty.

She knows perfectly well that even without the threat of the archer in the distance, there is no way she and Mr. Lo can compete with the unimaginable practitioner of the knife alone.

“Boo!” “Boo!” “Psst!”...

All heavily armored cavalry forces have started to strike at the dozens of practitioners in a broken void thrown by a string of hook sickles.

Such an impact is not a normal opponent at all, but the fate of iron blood.

Under two waves of netting and arrows, none of the dozen practitioners had fallen. At this moment, the heavily armored cavalry simply hit the dozen practitioners with a collision force. Because the ground is already filled with crossed and staggered hooks and the like, many of the horses' front hooves have been instantly cut off, making a fierce howl as they approach these practitioners.

Yet the faces of all heavily armed riders remain cold, and they continue to drive the horses under their seats to the fastest, with the body of the horse and their own body, against those practitioners in front of them. Even those who rushed forward, the front hoof of the horse under the seat was cut off, and the moment they fell down, the heavy rider on the saddle used his best efforts to throw the heavy weapon in his hand at the practitioner in front of him.

“Boom!”

It's like a black iron wall hitting a dozen practitioners.

At this moment, even former practitioners who were able to escape in iron nets and arrows were unable to escape the raging iron currents and were hit by a bloodshot in the mouth and flied backwards.

But at the same time, there are more horses howling all the way down, more blood and limbs from the heavily armored cavalry, spilling out.

In such a tragic scene, Zhantai Shaotang in the prison car couldn't help but sigh a very low voice.

He is a reckless man, but at this moment, instead, these Iron Blood Yun Qin soldiers are resisting these people who are going to kill him with their own lives.

“Let me out! ”

After an intolerable sigh, he once again made a sincere request through the ventilation on the vehicle, looking at Ink Qingfeng, who was severely wounded by an arrow next to the vehicle.