Immortal Devil Transformation

Zhantai Shaotang fled, and all the pursuing practitioners went after him.

These practitioners are running at the moment, all like a jumping phantom, faster than a horse.

Just a few landings, Zhantai Shaotang and all these practitioners have pulled the distance between all and the heavily armored cavalry.

Seeing this scenario, a reacting school officer wanted to reach out and turn all the crossbows around to target the practitioners and allow the riders to storm again.

Yet, just moments after he had just reached out, a heartbreaking arrow sounded again in the sky.

A long black metal arrow landed one inch in front of his foot with great precision, with only a truncated feather exposed, but still trembling and making strange metal vibrations.

All the Yun Qin soldiers present, including Lei Jing of the county guard and Mr. Lo, all understood that this arrow was a warning from the powerful archer.

The schoolmaster's face suddenly held a purple red.

Is the will of the Yun Qin soldiers deterrent by the threat of death?

Under a slight lag, the school officer was determined to raise his hand and issue an order.

However, at this moment, the school official heard a weak drinking order: "Stop! ”

The school officer stopped, and even death threats could not stop him, but faced with the sound, he had to obey absolutely.

Because the one making this sound at this moment is the seriously injured Ink Qingfeng.

The school officer faithfully obeyed the orders of the Supreme Commander of the Army, but he had some difficulty understanding and could not help but turn to Mo Qingfeng, who was sitting on the wheel of a prisoner car.

The sight of Ray Jing, Mr. Lo, and many of the soldiers who had already prepared to strike also fell on this severely wounded and elusive leader.

“Victory is not a victory. ”

Mo Qingfeng knew what was in the minds of these people around him at this moment, and he explained with a bitter softness: “Although this involves the affairs of the state, it makes sense that we should rush even if we die... but without this practitioner, we would have died at this moment. ”

“This victory, even if rushed to victory, is not what we should do.” Mo Qingfeng coughed gently and continued: “And the identity of these people… is beyond our ability to guard the Qingyuan Town Army. ”

After hearing these two words from Mo Qingfeng, thinking about the battle situation before Zhantai Shaotang came out, and thinking about why Zhantai Shaotang fell into the hands of the Zhen Guard Army, the school officer's heart slightly slipped, and when the heat of his face suddenly subsided, he bowed down and said: "Yes! ”

Lei Jing and Mr. Lo, who represent the practitioners of the county guard and the criminal division respectively, know at this moment that Mo Qingfeng also has a real emotion in which he cannot bear to see his men killed, but in such a situation, their hearts are neither at all averse, but still controlled by a shocking emotion.

After all, not every practitioner, like Lin Xi, will have the opportunity to meet so many high-ranking practitioners, the vast majority of practitioners. I'm afraid the most powerful practitioners I've seen in my life are just practitioners of the great power.

Even Lei Jing from Lei Ting Academy, in Lei Ting Academy, has never seen so many, so powerful and weird practitioners.

……

Lin Xi exchanged the bow for his right hand.

Without breaking his finger, he can only do five or six bows and control the strings with one hand at most.

But for Lin Xi, the chance of five or six more injections is sufficient. And he's not afraid to miss, because he's the only archer in the world who can target himself besides Dean Zhang.

At the moment when a black metal arrow was switched to his left hand, his eyes were tightly locked on Zhantai Shaotang and others' final Zhen Qiu.

From his previous move to the next series of moves, he can also be sure that Zhen Qiu is the leader and the most powerful of the group of practitioners who intercepted Zhantai Shaotang. Though there are still five practitioners, Lin Xi knows that the key to this battle lies only in the final swing.

Without any hesitation, the arrow in his hand, at the moment when his eyes locked fast, had sounded, turned into a dead black light and appeared in the air.

……

Running fast is extremely unique.

His feet didn't change much and he seemed to be running straight ahead.

But his soul power seemed to swing in his spine, making his body, like a dragon, swing.

This swing causes his body to cross in the air as he takes each step, causing his whole person, also on the way, to float strangely left and right.

Normal archers, naturally, predict the next position of the opponent through some subtle physical movements. The external speed is the same, the inner force to change the way the shadow moves forward, naturally it is harder to lock.

If you put it in the world with planes and computers that Lin Xie is familiar with, even with a machine gun, you may not be able to sweep it fast.

Yet the moment the arrows roar in the sky, the juicy neck is linen.

This is the intuitive perception of the body, beyond the state of judgment of the human brain.

Also at this moment, Zhen quickly saw that the air in front of him had completely distorted, creating a feeling of unreality with several curtains brushing in front of him.

He knows that this is the real image that the arrows have come to precisely in front of themselves, rapidly compressing the air.

Errors in vision can have terrible consequences when judging distance… Zhen's heart rises with a strong sense of danger, but he is not at all nervous, closes his eyes directly, and then comes out with a knife.

A crisp sound.

Golden wind overflowed, black metal arrows beneath his knife were cut directly into two pieces and all flew out in spin.

A burst of chilled air came out of the rear heavily armed cavalry formation.

This heavy armored cavalry, though seriously dead and wounded, Yun Qin with Wu Guo, the bones worship the brave people, these Yun Qin soldiers, even more so the brave men, when watching at this moment, do not deliberately disguise their true emotions because they are their own opponents.

In the eyes of these soldiers, the arrows falling in the sky, they can't even see the shadows clearly, but this enemy practitioner is amazing to be able to cut the arrows with an accurate knife!

……

Without a single arrow, there was no fluctuation in Lin Xi's mind.

There was no stopping, the clouds were running like water, his left hand had raised a second black metal arrow, opened the bow, led strings, controlled feathers, instantly completed.

During this period of six months, he was like a vegetable man, unable to move. He usually developed the habit of daily practice of arrow technique, but could not practice with bows and arrows. This kind of desire stemmed from deep in his heart, and he himself did not think that he had just really faced the practitioner's world again, but had to shoot enough at once.

The black metal arrow broke into the sky and came in front of Zhen Qiu with accuracy.

Zhen quickly waved the knife, chopping off the forest and shooting a second arrow at him.

The third arrow arrived in a flash.

Zhen quickly chopped off again.

Next, the fourth arrow.

As a matter of fact, the most appealing thing at this moment should be to run to the forefront, the body becomes so huge that it is as shallow as the demon king who crawled out of hell.

Because at the time of the fall of this fourth arrow, a practitioner with changzhan shallow tang, closely behind Zhantai shallow tang, has been chained by Zhantai shallow tang tong red, hanging all burned, like a torch, pulled behind Zhantai shallow tang.

At this moment, however, the eyes of the vast majority of people are all staring at Zhen Qiu's place.

Because of the stability and precision of the black metal arrows, it has reached an indescribable and frightening point for these soldiers.

And these black metal arrows shoot extremely fast, almost every arrow, breaking the tail vortex of the previous arrow, instantly came down in front of Zhen Qiu, in the eyes of these soldiers, the four arrows, as if they overlapped into an arrow, only when the four arrows were cut out and the velocity slowly fell, they could be sure that the arrower had fired four arrows in a row.

At this moment in their minds, Lin Xi, the archer, is not an individual, but a cold and unmistakable weapon.

Zhen quickly chopped four arrows in a row, but by the time he chopped the fourth arrow, his face had become a little pale and a drop of blood had sprinkled out of his hand.

Instead of just fingering his skin shattered between the collisions of powerful forces, his entire arm, with successive sharp calls of soul power beyond his own limit, had already developed a crack in the skin, and the entire arm's muscles and meridians had begun to suffer damage.

Zhen Huai has understood at this moment that just as he used the death of the rest of the practitioners to consume the power of Zhantai Shaotang, Lin Xie is also using an arrow from a branch to consume his power.

It's brutal to consume.

What he can't figure out, however, is how can the other party mobilize his soul so quickly, and how can he keep shooting at such a speed?

The horror of a powerful arrow player lies in the power of the arrow that inspires it and surpasses the power that the arrow player himself has built. Now that his sword has more power than these arrows, it means that his repair is definitely above each other. If so, why hasn't his arms been obsolete when the other has resorted to such a drastic application of soul power?

The sky again sounded a ghost howling arrow, and the breath of death descended again.

In his unimaginable imagination, the fifth arrow had arrived.

Ding!

Still crisp, Zhen Qiu still accurately split the arrow, but his whole right arm, for the first time, began to tremble violently, even with his half body, trembling violently.

On the hill, Lin Xin's calm eyes accurately caught this tremor of Zhen Qiu, and he fired another arrow.

This was the last arrow he fired while ensuring that his fingers and arms were not seriously damaged.

Still accurate.

This black metal arrow leaned forward and reached Zhen Qiu's front.

Jun, who had already been wounded, was unable to wield the arrow, and at this moment he had nothing but a painful low sip to face the arrow with his right shoulder.