Immortal Devil Transformation

The white-haired practitioner looked even weirder because there was some slight blood staining in Sensen's nostrils at the moment.

In the air between the Black Gold carriage and the practitioner, there were countless noises, like many centipedes crawling.

The golden square hammer in the noseless practitioner's hand went forward, buzzing, a golden lightning scattered in the front slice, his chest, suddenly appeared with many wounds.

“I heard that the elder Jiang family made a holy knife, but when he became a saint, he realized the method of sound earthquake, and today he finally saw it in horror. ”

At this point, a one-legged old man walked out of a side alley with such a voice.

This is an extremely old man with almost indistinguishable wrinkles.

His facial skin appears to be soaked with a layer of black stain oil that is difficult to clean.

He had only one leg, yet it was exactly like a normal person walking, and after one step, a soul rushed softly to the ground, like an invisible leg supporting him.

Everyone outside the Black Gold carriage is completely cold.

For them, it is not the appearance of the two practitioners that makes them feel cold and weird, but the cultivation and identity of the two practitioners.

These are two saints!

Two saints none of whom have seen from the record!

The saints are not always visible as cabbage, and the number of saints throughout the city is certain and known.

To be able to have two saints in Central State City who are not among the known saints, in common theory, only the emperor would be able to do so throughout Central State City.

Is the emperor really mad?

How dare you just crack like that?

None of the Jiang family next to these black gold carriages can believe this, but the scene in front of them is incredibly real.

A sword flashed behind the one-legged old man, instantly crossing the one-legged old man's head and descending around the black golden carriage.

This is not a straight flying sword, but a snake-shaped, round purple sword.

“Psst...”

A string of dense blades burst into the air, and more than a dozen blades were cut off towards this little sword.

Yet just between the flights, this purple sword shines brilliantly, forming a myriad of phantoms, like thousands of flying swords.

A faint blood trail appeared on the throat of a practitioner, and the next moment countless pieces of blood burst from his throat and from the throats of several practitioners around him!

Rapid vibrations rang from the Black Gold carriage.

There seemed to be many invisible knives abruptly in the air, and the light of the purple snake-shaped sword suddenly disappeared, shaking violently in the air like a clot.

Immediately ahead of the Black Gold Carriage, the practitioner with the Golden Hammer began to march towards the Black Gold Carriage at a speed that seemed to directly break the boundaries of time and space, with the Black Gold Carriage already more than a dozen steps away from each other.

“You guys go! ”

The smoke weave in the Black Gold carriage emitted a violent cold drink.

In cold drinks, the purple snake-shaped sword seemed to contain a lot of dust in the symbols, the lights on the sword were dim, and the symbols seemed to be damaged.

Yet everyone next to the Black Gold carriage understands what it means to let them leave at this time.

Nobody left.

All the people on both sides of the Black Gold carriage were blocked from the pedestrians holding the golden yellow square hammer.

A noseless face reveals a more stunning smile.

The golden hammer struck continuously in the air, blocking all those in front of him from flying backwards and blowing up their bodies.

Only a large number of great statesmanship practitioners or other saints are able to block saints in battle between practitioners and practitioners without the involvement of the army.

Yet the practitioners of the ranks of the great Powers are equally scarce.

And no one thought that there would be such a battle here and now.

At this time, the power of any clan, the power of any rank, is useless, and only pure power can determine everything.

All the light on the purple snake-shaped sword suddenly went out.

The snake-shaped sword suddenly twisted, and the rune texture penetrated the sword's body. The little sword was cut by invisible steel wire and turned into countless pieces in the sky.

At the same time, however, the noseless practitioner exhaled loudly and all the soul power in his body, spitting out at all costs, poured into the golden square hammer in his hand.

The golden square hammer struck hard on the black golden carriage.

Countless strands of golden lightning emerge from the golden square hammer like a giant golden sunflower on a black golden carriage.

The black golden carriage lifted up.

All the symbols on the golden hammer extinguished, countless smaller golden powders than the river sand fell, as did the myriad Xuanzhou symbols on the black golden carriage, and all the golden yellow faded.

A strip of wound in the chest abdomen of the noseless practitioner was all vibrated and widened, falling backwards on his back.

In the black golden carriage, in the earholes of Jiangyan weave, bleeding.

The one-legged old man arrived in front of the car and reached out.

His hands were a few feet away from the door, and his spiritual power was shaken, and the door holes were opened, as the body of this black gold wagon was completely damaged.

Jiang Yan's hands were completely empty. At this moment, he reached out, drew a knife, pulled out of the cushion under the seat, a very old, very ordinary, blade and even many gaps in the black knife.

This knife is the most used and familiar knife of his life.

His left hand spanked the knife, his right index finger, but it was a heavy knock on the tip of the knife.

Countless lights burst out of his fingertips and knives.

This is not the light of his pounding soul power, which, at this moment, compresses and condenses into a tiny tiny dot at his fingertips.

These lights, some kind of audio that the human ear can't hear, cut light that shakes some kind of combined energy force in the air.

Without any sound, this knife in Jiangyan weave broke into countless pieces, and together with countless lights, rushed towards the one-legged elderly.

The clothes in front of the one-legged old man all turned into powder, and in front of him, there was a force, and when it exploded, it exploded like a black hole.

All the light went out.

The fire in Jiangyan's eyes also began to extinguish.

It seems that nothing touches the one-legged old man, but the one-legged old man's abdomen has a big hole, and all the inner stomach is shaken to pieces and seems to be emptied.

The one-legged old man bowed his head and saw his own open abdomen.

Yet he did not have any fear or shock, seemed to have known for a long time that something like this would happen, and seemed to be very satisfied with the result, but smiled instead.

Jiang Yanwei saw the old man's body, in addition to that hole in the big hole, the lungs and shoulders, several holes that could not disappear at all, obviously after a long time of penetration into the chain, even the body had automatically healed the holes created by avoiding those chains.

He suddenly remembered the identity of the old man.

“You're still alive?” He looked at the old man and asked, “Is it worth it? ”

“For the enemy… there is nothing more worthwhile than destroying what the enemy cares most about. Especially when your enemy may be dead and you have lost your chance to retaliate directly against him.” It was a long sentence, and the old man's injuries were so horrible that he could no longer be horrified, so after just saying it, the old man fell and died.

......

A sharp whistle came.

An old woman in a yellow robe appeared in front of a door opened by a weave hole in Jiangyan.

Her body was filled with many shiny metal crossbows, all of which, at a moment's pause, split apart and all turned into a strip of metal filament.

These metal crossbows, instead of being able to leave any trace of damage on her robe and body, were merely pressed against her by her speed.

When she saw the smoke weave of the river, the old woman, who looked incredibly powerful, suddenly stopped breathing and her hands trembled slightly.

A black golden carriage, coming from afar.

In the further streets, there was also a sharp cracking sound and a black-gold carriage roar.

Before the first black golden carriage stopped, Jiangyanwo fell forward.

A wave of air shook from him and seemed to fly out of his body with countless dust.

At this moment, the whole body of the old woman in the yellow robe trembled slightly. She did not see the death of Jiang Yan Wei. The sight she saw, many years ago, was bleeding in many street alleys in Zhongzhou City.

Blood red.

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(The next chapter will be a bit more words at night)