Immortal Devil Transformation

Ink Qingfeng barely tied his wound with a hemostatic bandage, but was unable to stand from the ground.

He saw someone like a feather, floating over the heavily armored cavalry, and the heavily armored cavalry, gathered in iron currents, could not stop it.

He saw a golden iron demon shadow ringing like a giant bell, flying backwards and falling to the ground.

It was a practitioner in the army wearing a blue wolf's heavy armor, but beneath the other party's knife-like practitioner's palm, such a heavy body flew directly backwards.

At the outset, he refused Zhantai Shaotang's request. Rationally, a man of iron mind like him, extremely loyal to the Empire, could never have changed his previous decision and released an important practitioner of an enemy country. At this moment, however, seeing these images in front of him, hearing Zhantai Shaotang's extremely sincere request, his mind trembled violently, but struggled to unlock the heavy locks in the prison car.

What he did not know, however, was that on the hill, not far from them, the archer, who had never been in a hurry to fire the arrows, had been calmly observing the movement on the field.

This is a medium bodied black leather jacket with a black mask on his face.

His hand is a huge bow that is a lot bigger than Yunqin's style of strong bow. The bow has a layer of yellow light in its body, unlike gold iron, but it is made of some kind of huge bone. The bowstring has a cold metal light, black, but it has the feeling of constant wetness, as if it will constantly seep out of the shady little water beads.

At the moment when Mo Qingfeng forcibly lifted his body, the calm archer's eyes were firmly locked on his body.

The archer in tight black leather steadily pulled open the bow string, but at this moment, the archer's eyes flashed sharply, his entire body swept forward to the left, and at the moment of turning in the air, the arrow in his hand came out and shot behind his back.

Lin Xixia, who has appeared not far behind this archer, continues to progress.

Forest cold black fine gold arrows flew over Lin Xi's head, breaking three coarse trees and shooting down the slope.

The archer fired again, not yet in shape, and the second arrow was fired out of hand.

Lin Xi's side, keep going forward.

The arrows rubbed past him.

Arrows landed and took a slight step back to stabilize the figure and shoot again instantly.

Lin Xi went straight ahead and the third arrow actually shot from between his arm and the void under his ribs. Instead of injuring his body, even the ordinary cotton robe on his body was not torn.

Between these three arrows, Lin Xie has arrived in front of the archer.

The archer's eyes were full of shocking colors. Although the arrow's greatest deterrent came from a long distance, the closer he was, the harder it naturally became to escape. However, this unknown practitioner seems to have been able to perceive the specific trajectory of each of his arrows beforehand, and his three arrows have not caused any obstruction to his attack!

In a strong shock, the archer did not hesitate, his bow was crossed, the black bow string was like a very thin long sword, cut towards Lin Xin's neck, at the same time, his right hand trembled, a black fine gold arrow already pinched in his hand was thrown by him as a shuttle gun, straight into Lin Xin's chest.

Lin Xi's body paused sharply before rushing.

Because of the rush of soul power, the soil beneath his feet boiled like a boil.

This stops the archer slicing a bow string a foot away from his body and cutting an empty space.

Meanwhile, the long sword in his hand used a wave to fly the black golden arrow directly in front of him.

The archer was not good at close combat. At this moment, he subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to continue his attack. However, he saw that Lin Yue's long sword, while striking the Golden Arrow, actually flew out of hand.

For a moment, the archer was only stunned. He felt that Eugene Lin Yi's dodging and impulse, as well as the manipulation of controlling the power of his soul to dodge his blow, could never be shaken off by the power of his arrows.

At this moment, he wondered why Lin Xie's sword had fallen off, but his consciousness swept towards the sword.

Also at this moment, while he still had time to wave his bow in the future, he felt the power of Lin Yi's body gushing out at an unimaginable rate.

Lin Xi's entire body, in his perception, was like a leaking leather bag.

The sword, which flew out of hand, suddenly amalgamated powerful forces and increased exponentially several times, slicing his throat.

The archer just felt like a sturdy giant tree hit his throat and a sense of unspeakable pain and fear pervaded his mind.

His body took two steps back and looked down unconsciously.

Seeing only a slice of fan-shaped blood gushing out of his throat, the world in front of him is like flowering a bright crown.

He wanted to look up again, look at Lin Xi, and see how the other person could have done it.

Yet he could no longer lift his head and fall to the ground.

……

Lin Xi grabbed his sword and quickly inserted it into the ordinary wooden sheath on his back.

This is a national rank, an archer of his rank.

From the previous shooting of this archer, besides the impossibility of mastering some of the archery techniques characteristic of the college pedestrian, this archer is no less accurate in terms of ordinary shooting | precision than Lin Xie during the previous peak of archery.

But the situation on the battlefield not far away at this moment made Lin Xi feel a little happy when he grabbed the archer's bow and arrow quickly.

By the time Bi Fang Ling left, the “little black” of the college had been placed there. And even with "little black” in his hand at the moment, if used openly, there is a good chance of exposing his true identity.

At this moment, this golden yellow giant bow is not a soul soldier of any college or factory in Yunqin, but he is only holding it in his hand, the texture transmitted by the bow body, and some of the meta-hyperic vibrations left over from the symbols on the bow body and bow string, he can be sure that it is also a good instrument.

With such a strong bow, it may be possible to cope with the situation at hand.

……

Lin Xi was thrilled to fight this archer, but in a very short time, Yunqin's army and practitioners have changed a lot on the battlefield.

Faced with the forcible support of the body, the unlocked ink blue blade, the practitioner, both in shape and with a knife, was not stopped, but in this very short time, the hard-boiled shocked the two sergeants to the mouth and sprayed blood, unable to stand up again.

However, the eyebrows of this skinny, powerful enemy practitioner also wrinkled suddenly… the arrows he expected did not fall.

Mo Qingfeng should have been shot again and fell in front of the car, but no black fine gold arrow holes penetrated Mo Qingfeng's body, and no black fine gold arrows landed elsewhere.

Although it was only a simple assassination, it did not know how many arrangements had been made in the dark and gathered information that was not known to be reliable. The strength of the practitioners in this convoy is well known. So for this enemy practitioner, even if the archer fires an arrow somewhere bright and large, he cannot be attacked and suddenly silenced.

Yet such an unbelievable thing happened abruptly.

Without hesitation, the man had a sterling silver-like blade knife, and no one had been able to prevent his practitioner from starting to retreat quickly.

“When!” sounded softly.

The door of the prisoner car was pushed open and Zhantai Shaotang bent out of it.

At this time, Lin Xie just held that strong bow in her hand.

Mo Qingfeng opened his mouth, but for a moment, he was weak and unable to speak, but looking at the color of God on Mo Qingfeng's face, and looking at his eyes, Zhantai Shaotang was already understood.

Mo Qingfeng looked at a carriage behind the prison car, the carriage where Ray Jing had previously been.

Zhantai Shaotang looked at Ink Qingfeng and turned slightly. At the next moment, his body had turned into a wind and instantly plunged into the carriage.

“Pfft!”

As soon as his body burst into the carriage, a red long gun hole hurled like a god penetrated the carriage compartment, but Zhantai's shallow body had hit it from the tail of the carriage.

In his hand, he held his indigo blue sword.

An instant wind rush next to a broken carriage.

Along the line when the red gun came, Zhantai Light Tang's indigo sword turned into a light and stabbed the culprit who had just thrown the long gun in his hand!

“Drink!”

A practitioner with a snowbright battle axe exhaled and his huge axe slashed towards the light.

At this moment, however, a tremendous arrow burst into the sky.

The practitioner with the snowy axe had his pupils suddenly enlarged, his body suddenly stiffened, a bloodbath gushing out of his chest, and a clump of arrows still spinning violently, coming out of his back.

“Pfft!”

Meanwhile, the indigo sword perfectly pierced the throat of the crucible practitioner, carrying the crucible practitioner's body like a kite between quick retrievals.

Lei Jing guarded Mr. Luo as he retreated. He saw the enemy's sword practitioner retreating quickly. His mind was relieved. At this moment, he suddenly saw such a scene. Neither one of us could react... It was obvious that this was the other party's archer. Why are you dealing with his own people at this moment?

At the same time, only a few knives led by the enemy completely deterred Luo Wu and Rae Jing. In the eyes of the slimming practitioner who retreated quickly, an unusually astonishing look also appeared. He knew that the archer must have been assassinated… but he did not expect that the one who assassinated the archer was also such a powerful archer.

But in this stunner, he didn't stop and made a whistle.

In his whistle, two practitioners broke out of line and began to rush towards the hill where Lin Xie was located.

On the dune hill, Lin Xie was shaking several of his fingers, trying to wield out the itching and sluggishness that came out of the bone, and then his fingers again raised a heavy black metal arrow.