Immortal Devil Transformation

The soul is as powerful as a sword and pierces the ground in front of you.

Tanchung red fish remained calm and peaceful, however, the heavens and earth in front of He Baihao suddenly changed color of wind and clouds, swordlight.

A clear sword light, swordpower, suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

Just moments after the appearance of these swords and swords, the fairy college saint wearing the white jade sword is a white face, a shock, the white jade like flying sword has sheathed, condensing his powerful soul power and heaven and earth energy, trembling sharply around his body, light shadow swirling between, constantly and suddenly rising between the surrounding heavens and earth invisible lines collide.

The bright, ultimate flying sword, in this collision, the white jade color of the sword dimmed at the speed visible to the naked eye.

All the people of the Immortal College, including this saint, retreated in horror.

Just for a fraction of a breath, this mountainous forest in front of Bitan has formed an incredible sword formation.

Some of the stone powder fell from the grass and the stones between the flowers, revealing sword marks that were not revealed at all.

Some branches and petals have also appeared and disappeared, but at this moment they can be perceived as swordmarks.

Powerful sword and swordpower, from the trees and stones in this whole mountain forest, converge, forming invisible lines between heaven and earth, as if countless people were chopping off with invisible swordlight.

All these swords and swords are concentrated in the year of the Ni Crane, forming a sword of He Bai Hao, the strongest sword of the Immortal College.

But even some scattered swordlight is enough to kill and injure the practitioners of the immortal college in the periphery, only that the saint is guarded by a sword that loses a lot of soul power. At this moment, the practitioners of the immortal college affected are not injured.

None of these fairy colleges have seen Hebei Hao refining swords, but at this moment these sword marks from countless flower and grass trees, mountain stones are revealed to them, but Hebei Hao, in this mountain forest, does not know how many times he was exasperated, and the swords he wielded, the power of energy when leaving the sword marks, also caused these mountains and tree and flower stones to make some minor changes.

His innumerable blade marks, which do not reveal a connection, are already under his sword and become a symbol of a strip.

This is the most powerful Heavenly Sword of the Immortal Academy!

He assembled his strongest strength at this moment and some of the remaining power of the countless swords he had previously struck here, turning into a sword and stabbing Nihe Years!

A dead yellow metal sword with a dead leaf butterfly-like symbol appeared on the side of the mysterious practitioner behind the Ni Crane Year. The practitioner could not intervene and could not intervene to attack the sword of Ni Crane Year. His sword only blocked a dozen flying transparent swords, while retreating calmly.

Nihe's eyes were suddenly cold.

His soul power had sprayed out of his body a few breaths earlier, yet the strength of the strongest sword of the Immortal Academy was entirely unexpected.

The sword is filled with the meaning of cleavage and complete decomposition, and his spiritual power outside the body has not yet gathered into a more powerful force, as if it had been broken, severed and lost to himself by countless transparent lines.

At this moment, he stopped exporting his soul power to the outside, and concentrated all the soul power in his body, beneath his skin, his whole person, completely turned into the colour of the topaz, and turned into the heaviest hammer between heaven and earth, hitting hard on the ground under his feet.

In a very short period of time where there was no time to perceive and react under the sacramental hierarchy, the ground beneath his feet, centered on him, rolled and rolled like a wave.

Pounds of extreme soul power, at the moment of knocking, not to mention splitting, sprayed desperately from under his feet.

Ground cracks, mud turns, stones crumble, flowers fall into mud, trees break into pieces.

This mountain forest, all of it, is shattered, and that sword mark is shattered.

Blood dripped out of Hebai Ha's nostrils.

At this moment, he and this earth, is a sword… This sword is now under the pure power of Nihe year, has already collapsed, and he is inevitably severely traumatized.

But the broken sword is still a sword.

At this moment, his face remained calm.

In his perceptions and those of the Nihe year saints, those broken swords were slaughtered on the body of Nihe year.

The extravagant robe on Nihe began to glow, and between the fine wires of metal, numerous golden lights emerged, forming a line of symbols.

These lines are as dark as rust when no practitioner is able to make a move, as if they had never been lit.

Countless intangible forces cut these lines, and Ni Hao year's precious metal robe revealed countless cracks, yellow light fluctuating inside, a drop of blood, seeping out of these metal cracks.

……

Swordlight fades.

The mountains are ruined.

He Baihao gently coughed to wipe the blood from his nostrils.

Many very thin, very narrow cracks in the robe on Ni Hao's body shed some blood.

All the practitioners of Immortal College, their faces are snow-white and their bodies are trembling.

“Arrange with swordmarks to win. ”

Nihe year silenced for a moment and slowed down his voice, “This sword of Xianyi College is certainly enough to honor the viewer. ”

“Too bad I walked in front of you.” After a slight pause, he looked at Ho Baihao and said the same thing.

He Baihao understands the meaning of this phrase better than anyone else. Nihe became a practitioner and became a saint many years earlier than him. Therefore, when he encountered his sword today, and could not use his most powerful means, he still entered the country using it beyond his cultivation, breaking his sword.

To some extent, this is also the greatest praise of older adults for their younger practitioners.

He Baihao smiled satisfactorily and was waiting to be heard.

At this moment, a swordlight took off, a practitioner of Xianyi College threw a sword and struck Nihe year, the sword was like a meteor, striking the heart of Nihe year later.

He Baihao's face was slightly stiff and his heart sighed.

Although he is the biggest opponent of this college, the Emperor's side, and the one who is capable of blocking the Emperor's will, it does not mean that he is in control of the forces opposed to the Emperor in all colleges. At this moment, the protagonist of the Immortal Academy is not affected by him.

Everyone here now sees that he and Ni He Year are in two defeats, but Ni He Year, even if the sword light enters and suffers serious injury, he is still the only great devotion of the whole Yunqin. The invincible practitioner in Zhongzhou City is only one step away from the great saint. Even if he is injured, his strength is still far from the imagination of ordinary people, and no one in this room can kill him.

A slight cough sounded.

Ni Henian bounced backwards.

Ding, the meteor-like sword light bounced out, and at a faster speed, for example, he stabbed the immortal college practitioner in the chest and took the practitioner upside down.

“This sword belongs to Yun Qin as well... has this sword been inherited?” The bullet finger killed a powerful practitioner who assassinated himself, Ni Hexin looked calmly at Ho Baihao and asked.

He Baihe said sincerely: “Not yet and not yet. ”

“It's only a pity that this sword folded... until you've made it into the country," Nihe said with emotion. "You should understand that even if you can do such a powerful sword, you're still unlikely to defeat me and stop me. I really don't get it, what you mean. ”

He Baihomo smiled, “Of course, it means a lot. If it weren't for the accident, the great offering should be among all the saints of Yunqin at present, few promising advanced archdeacons, and should be the fastest advanced archdeacons. Big offering of cultivation like you, in this world, only Vice Dean Xia and the Purgatory Mountain Teacher could win. If you are an advanced archdeacon, then this entire Yunqin does not exist for the time being, so that no one can stop the will of the Holy Spirit… Even today's battle prevents me from advancing the Archdeacon in my life, so that you will not be able to advance the Archdeacon in the end, or at least you will not be able to break into the Archdeacon in the next 120 years, at a price that is, of course, worth… this is the most important battle between the practitioners of the world and the will of the Holy Spirit after the madness of the Holy Spirit. ”

Ni Crane fell silent again in the smile of Ho Bai Hao.

“I know that the great devotion to you is also to a large extent a practitioner who is dedicated to the quest for prayer. I hope that Yunqin and Yunqin Liguo will be filled with all kinds of powerful practitioners and all kinds of amazing skills, as they were 10 years ago, but the later generations I implore you to give a big devotion. Whether it be Jongcheng, Nightingale, or me, it is indeed the practitioner of Yunqin, but why are we practitioners like the Imperial City, against you, instead becoming a stone to prevent you from being built into a broken mirror?” He Bai Ho Su Mu: “The robe you are wearing has been broken, why don't you just take it off? ”

Ni Henian also laughed, smiling with infinite emotion, “How can a practitioner be holy if he takes off his ways? You want to lobby me? ”

He Baihao shook his head and sighed softly: "You can't kill me today. ”

“This name should be Qiu Yingshadow, the shadow saint, the most powerful nearest servant in the legendary Imperial City.” Ho Baihao turned around and looked at the mysterious practitioner in the mask and smiled, “But he shouldn't be able to stop me from leaving unless you wanted to get hurt more. ”

Ni Henian's eyebrows rose deeply.

The mysterious practitioner in the grey robe snorted coldly and seemed to feel despised. The little yellow metal sword suspended in front of him brought a fierce wind, carrying pounds of heaven and earth energy, and flew towards Ha Bai Hao Disease.

Today, the unusual place of Immortal College is doomed to more unusual things.

A splash of splash flew abruptly in the calm waterfall.

A blade of some serenity struck hard over a dead yellow flying sword.

Just a sword, Nihe year's eyebrows wrinkled deeper, like a few more knife wrinkles on his face, the emperor's most mysterious close servant Qiu Xiangshadow emitted a chilling hum, the dead yellow sword light flew back to himself.

He Baihe smiled slightly, stood up from the Tanshi, and left directly from the mountain forest behind Tan.

In the calm mountain forest, in the mountain lane, suddenly appeared some previously unseen Xianyi College practitioners, and a loud whistle burst towards Ho Bai Hao.

He Baihe slightly sighed.

He also refers to sword, sword light reproduction.

A very light sword spreads between the mountains of his passage.

Broken sword, broken hand, broken body… Those who intercepted one of his famous Immortal Colleges were cut into pieces of flesh in a terrible cry.

Like He Baihao, the saint with the strongest sword of the Immortal College, even if seriously injured, is not something that ordinary practitioners can kill, not to mention, on this whole mountain, between this whole Immortal College, He Baihao does not know how many swords have been cut, on this mountain, he buried everywhere like a symbol, with a hint of sword everywhere.

Only a strong man like Nihe and Qiu Linshang could prevent the departure of Hebaihe, who had fulfilled his mission here, but Nihe and Qiu Linshang were blocked at this moment by the swordsman on the waterfall.

“General's sword… you are Donglin Ye Jia Ye Love. ”

“In the past, even the Holy Master's rank will not be reached for life. I can't imagine that today's sword will kill thousands of armies like horses running. This cultivation has pushed General Ye in the past. ”

Ni Henian raised his head and looked at the figure of the swordsman in the white robe of the moon on the waterfall. "It's just that the emperor has always been thin on your Ye family. Even your Ye family's children, like the Prince's heirloom, always sit in glory and peace. Why would you do something like that? ”

“The family is small and the country is large. In the past, I abandoned the general sword because I was trapped in love. Today, I can pick up the general sword again. Can't I lose the world because of the riches of the small family and the lives and deaths of individuals?” There still seems to be a pitiful slight sorrow between the eyebrows of the first swordsman of Donglin Province, wearing a long lunar white shirt, but his eyes are bright and tenacious.

“If Donglin province fails one day, my Ye family can have a peaceful and peaceful tile house? ”

When I heard the sound of Ye forgetting love, Nihe year stopped saying more, just waved, indicating Ye forgetting love to go away.

At this time, in the mind of Ni Henian, it was necessary to recall the previous 10 years of Yun Qin. When he walked in Zhongzhou City Street alley and watched the decision of the practitioners in shape *, it seemed that no matter what the era, even now that some colleges are combined, the practitioners are mostly from the college and less flowers, but now it seems that the world of practitioners always has all kinds of practitioners who adhere to their beliefs, this world of practitioners is still wonderful.