Immortal Devil Transformation

Both practitioners are extremely fast in shape.

From time to time, a left protrusion advances to the right, with a remnant behind it, like a serpent swinging very fast on the official path.

The other body was fluttered, slightly curled, and his hands pressed constantly on the ground, looking as if a bullet was bouncing fast on the ground.

These two, undoubtedly, are the ones who are the best evaders of arrows.

Unless it was a hundred built-up archers, I'm afraid it would be possible to shoot the two practitioners, just one archer, with a cover-up strike. How could you lock the next position of the two practitioners and shoot the two practitioners?

Ray Jing, a female practitioner of the Qingyuan County Mansion, has now given rise to the idea of catching up with the two practitioners, because she has also reacted, the original archer has been killed, at this moment, the arrow has been replaced. And the snow in her heart at this moment is so important to the whole battlefield that the archer must not be killed.

Yet Lei Jing has not really moved yet, and in all practitioners' perceptions, the sky suddenly adds an atmosphere of killing.

All practitioners knew the archer, who did not know where he had been killed, and at this moment the arrows had been fired.

The eyes of all practitioners cannot help but gather towards the two rapidly advancing practitioners.

Shockingly, a black metal arrow accurately locked the position of the serpent-shaped practitioner and descended upon him!

In the hand of the practitioner were two short knives like ivory.

At this moment, the practitioner, horrified by the extreme shock, pulled out both knives and cut into the arrow of this black metal arrow, which was too fast. The two blades only carried a glimmer of fire on the arrow, and the violently spinning metal arrow burst heavily into the practitioner's body.

“Pfft!”

The practitioner had a heavy pause and had not fallen, but the forward rush was completely contained and knelt on the ground, but a black arrow tip came out of his back with a bloody flower.

A more intense shock appeared in the eyes of the slimming practitioner, who had a very fast knife technique.

The black mask, a slimming practitioner with a very fast knife technique, was prompted by a secret agent who separated from Qiubai after the fall of the Mausoleum. He came all the way from Zhongzhou City in pursuit of clues, and was also the president of the assassination.

He knew perfectly well that the archer on their side of the Fountain, although not comparable to the first archer of the Bituba Mausoleum, was already one of the most reckless archers, but at this moment the archer who killed the Fountain is stronger than the Fountain!

Such a judgment just flashed through his head.

In the sky, another smell of killing has descended.

The second hand was constantly stretching on the ground, and the practitioner, who was constantly proceeding at an extremely fast pace and in a disorderly fashion, raised his head in horror.

Then he found himself locked by a falling black metal arrow.

This is a unique feeling that practitioners have.

Feel yourself targeted by a blow, yet unable to escape.

Because of the speed of perception, it is always above the speed of the body.

He sensed with horror that this black metal arrow fell and slammed into him from his left shoulder, feeling the fiercely spinning cluster of arrows tearing through his inner body, spraying blood from his body, causing his life and energy to drain away rapidly.

……

Many sergeants of Yun Qin Zheng Armor, who were desperate to kill, looked at the two fallen practitioners, watched the two fall, and stabbed the bodies of the two practitioners before they could see clearly the black metal arrows. Although it was highly likely that the arrow was also a reckless practitioner, Yun Qin admired courageous martial arts, and saw that the two previous practitioners who ran up quickly in their eyes only saw the shadow and the wind and dust directly knocked down by the two arrows, and the vast majority of them also sent out a cheerful roar.

Ray Jing's body was stunned locally and her eyes were more than happy.

She can only be sure that in the years she was at Thundering College, there was no student's arrow skills to that extent.

Zhen Qiu's body also experienced a slight pause at this moment.

Some chills began to come out of his mind… he knew that from now on, the battle was completely beyond his control.

From now on, death is the only way to build up the opponent's death.

……

Zhantai Shaotang naturally did not know the identity of Lin Xi at this moment, but these two arrows made his otherwise dark eyes suddenly appear a little bright.

He was also slightly curled, and his body seemed to have straightened.

As soon as he stood upright, his indigo sword stabbed a practitioner leaping straight towards him.

The practitioner also held a long knife, a black ancient knife that was constantly popping out of many red and red Mars under the power of his soul.

“Huh!”

The indigo blue light spiked on a long knife that splashed all over Mars, producing an extremely harsh metal bang.

The practitioner correctly blocked the stabbed tip with the thickest back of the knife.

However, at the next moment, this long sword, which focuses on his fierce soul strength, still can't stop Zhantai Shaotang's sword, right at the tip of the sword, broke open.

The indigo sword continued at an alarming rate between the fragmented metal fragments, penetrating the practitioner's flesh and blood.

“Boom!”

Instead of cutting the flesh smoothly into the practitioner's flesh, the tip of the sword made a dull, harsh bang, like a giant tree, hitting dozens of layers of cowhide paper.

The practitioner suddenly turned red with all the naked skin in between.

The long indigo sword, not a foot into his body, was stuck for a moment and couldn't take it off.

Zhantai Shaotang has become bright with a sad look in his eyes.

This is a high-end practitioner of Thousand Demons… Thousand Demons were under the control of Li Biao and should be loyal to him for a new and reckless world. At this moment, however, the practitioner of the Thousand Demons became the blade against him.

Zhantai Shaotang took a quick breath in a faint sadness, because he knew that the worst moment of the war had come.

A practitioner slaughtered in the heavily armed cavalry suddenly came to a standstill.

The black clothes on him swelled up as quickly as they inflated.

Seeing the practitioner stagnate, a schoolmaster roared loudly, his legs clamped, and a heavy gun in his hand ran into the practitioner in a pause in the shadow of each other.

However, what caused the schoolmaster's pupil to contract instantly was that the practitioner, who had the phantom serrated knife, had only slipped one step backwards.

The tip of the gun in his hand pierced the clothes outside the practitioner's body and failed to pierce the practitioner's flesh.

Just between these breaths, all the black clothes on the practitioner were split open, and the muscles and blood raised under his clothes were stretched apart.

The figure of the practitioner, dramatically huge, in between moments, became as big as usual, and his skin, naked outside, turned all black, and a bloodline of swelling, like a twisted symbol, appeared on the surface of the skin.

“Magic! ”

The word had just appeared in the schoolmaster's mind, and his whole man had sprayed blood from his mouth back and forth.

Not only him, but even the horses under his chair were crumbled back and forth.

In Lin Xi's eyes, the Purgatory Mountain practitioner who completed the transformation of the Hulk was like a tank, crushing it all the way over, and then his hands fell on a chain with an indigo sword.

He had long seen the magic of the practitioner, but after two arrows he had never made a move.

Because the drug to restrain the demonic transformation is the top secret of Qingyu College, although he has been carrying it closely, it is naturally impossible to use it in such a place, and his hands, also need a certain recovery time.

Most importantly, Yun Qin's control over practitioners is extremely strict. The secret library of the division is dedicated to recording practitioners' information and whereabouts. Not only are the modus operandi and specific whereabouts of some practitioners in the chapel and folk will be recorded, but even some repeat offenders, roughly repaired and some key information will be constantly updated.

It would not have been easy for a practitioner able to enter Yunqin from the border between the great recklessness and Yunqin. At present, there are not only practitioners of the thousand demons, but also elite disciples of Purgatory Mountain who can manage the demonic transformation... Such a formation, such strength makes Lin Xi's definitely shallow identity unusual, and such a figure, Lin Xi also feels that it is impossible to be easily killed.

So he can wait for a more necessary time to strike again.

……

The devilish Purgatory Mountain practitioner held a chain of indigo swords in his hands.

Meanwhile, a practitioner flew.

This practitioner is like a legendary demon, surrounded by dark fog.

A giant black flag embroidered with a giant ghostly symbol, like a flying blanket, carrying him up.

At this moment, the edge of this huge black flag is rolled down, like a tent, down, with a shallow shallow balcony in it.

In an instant, the “black tent” had innumerable airflow shocks, and the flag had been flushed out of numerous strange shapes of bumps, like countless ghosts sticking their faces on the flag and trying to drill out of it.

“Boom!”

Meanwhile, the demonized Purgatory Mountain practitioner had a tremendous tremor of soul power between his hands, a black glow exploded, and now with that chain, began the most soul power corner!