Immortal Devil Transformation

“If you don't rely on these things, you may not win over me. ”

“This is bullshit. ”

“You beat me, but you insulted me with vulgar slander. You can't convince me. How can you make me confess? ”

“What's the point? According to your theory, the spirit soldiers are all foreign objects. The practitioners can only fight each other naked, nothing? Wake up, a great part of our power is the integration of the energy of heaven and earth with the power of soul, frost, snow, rain, thunder, lightning... these powers, if you can borrow them, if you have the character, you can gather them, if you have the practice, you can mobilize them... they don't work? So everybody sits down and collides with their souls? Is that what you call a fight? What else to beat, older than who, longer than who to practice. Naturally, who can stand and win, who can't lay down and lose, oh, I hit you with what you get where you dare not go, the time I spend searching those places, that's not called practice? Only if you practise with your eyes closed, is that what you call practice? ”

This was the dialogue that took place in the past between Dean Zhang and a saint in Zhongzhou City. After this series of interrogations by Dean Zhang, the powerful saint, who was defeated by Dean Zhang relying on the Great Black and other soul soldiers, finally silenced for a long time, sighed and sincerely admitted defeat.

Dean Zhang, like Lin Xi, did not belong to the world. After seeing many weapons that could save power and even be far more powerful than the world's most powerful soul soldiers, it is impossible to make him follow the rules. He would naturally do everything possible to “lazy” and do everything possible to find a stronger weapon and make himself stronger.

Some of his ideas, which are naturally ahead of the world, nobody can understand, he had gone to many places where practitioners of the world could not find things before he first brought big black into Zhongzhou City in that year... and such a journey not only made him the dean of Qingyuan College soon after he walked into Qingyuan College, but also brought many ways of practicing Qingyuan College, many characters that no one else knew at all, and some ancient powerful soul soldiers like relics.

Because his ideas were different and his eyes were different, he also brought back a lot of “weirdos” and "crazy people” during his travels. These people followed some of his ideas and developed a lot of things. Therefore, Yunqin Army's ordnance has always been the largest and most powerful all these years. Moreover, Qingyu College has some lone classes. The world's craftsmen can no longer imitate or build another soul soldier, including armor such as Mo Phoenix, Ao Phoenix, Qingyu Warrior Armor, etc.

Although the Heavenly Demon Heavy Armor is powerful, it is certainly impossible for this reckless general to think that it is stronger than the strongest Heavy Armor Green Warrior Armor of Qingyu College, so when he sees Jiang Jiaoyi behind him and produces those metal lengths like the long tail of the Divine Bird, he knows that he must die.

……

At this moment, Jiang Jiaoyi is at least one head taller than usual, but this green armor is extraordinarily long and pulled out. At the same time, it is powerful, but also gives a sense of extra thinness and lightness.

He drew a spear.

The black coating and armor friction on the tip of the gun has disappeared, revealing a blue texture, the tip of the gun to the body, all filled with stars, tiny as ants' symbols.

Seventy-eight reckless army practitioners dressed in the Night Devil's Heavy Army had not fully reacted when he pulled back his long gun.

They had no idea that their leader in the Heavenly Devil's Heavy Armor would die in a single blow.

A young practitioner of Yunqin, formerly wearing ordinary black armor, suddenly appeared a heavy armor. Such a thing, even if it fell into their sight, temporarily made them feel completely unreasonable.

“Dang! ”

The force that was brutally killed by the long guns tore apart the reckless generals in their guts and fell down on a slate road with heavy heavily armored demons, provoking many thin splashes of water.

When such a voice was heard, the seven or eight reckless army practitioners in the Night Devil's Heavy Army finally reacted, and a howl was made, flying up toward this elusive blue armor on the road.

Jiang smiled as the long gun in his hand drowned on the ground.

The blue tip of the gun fell on a hard slab, but just like a sharpened chopstick fell on a piece of tender tofu, it simply stabbed itself in.

This level of sharpness and hardness instantly filled the hearts of these reckless sergeants desperate to avenge their commander.

Jiang Jiaoyi looked at these moving metal fortresses running towards him, not much emotion.

The strength of his soul slowly dissolved into his armor.

His armor formed a few tiny, fitted gaps, which naturally formed symbols, luminescence, these luminous luminosities, scattered in the air, behind him formed dozens of bright blue tails, like a peacock open screen. The seven substantial metal lengths behind him flew up, flew around him, and then dissolved, turning into sharp blades that, in an instant, lasered out.

The tail of each sharp blue blade is connected by a smaller blue wire than the hundred refined steel wires.

The breathing of all the flying sergeants of the Night Devil's Heavy Armor came to a standstill at this moment.

They couldn't see Jiang Jiaoyi at all. The space in front of them was all this dense, numb blue blade.

Numerous metal ruptures were heard in the night rain.

Because this rupture seems too easy to come by, it sounds like a piece of paper that is easily torn apart.

This magnificent Night Demon was stabbed through countless holes by these blue blades, from which countless pieces of burning blood were ejected.

The blue blade quickly retracted, forming seven long metal tails behind Kang Jiaoyi.

All these tall metal shadows, all fell in front of him when they hit the ground.

Watching a former practitioner in a reckless army sitting on the ground with the help of these heavily armored sergeants, who had risen from the rocks because some of the armor components on his body had been damaged, the despair in his heart had even overwhelmed the power of the magic eye flower.

Behind him, however, was the sound of lightweight soled shoes stepping on wet slate roads.

There was a splash of water.

But the sole of the cloth never made that kind of stick | the wet cloth patted the stone, as if the sole of the cloth was always strangely dry.

Jiang laughed slowly on his eyebrows inside the armor.

……

Previously, the man in the black shirt who appeared next to Shen Tu, appeared in the gaze of Jiang Jiaoyi, walked to the collapsed palace. In the walking distance, the wind and rain could not come close, and he had a short orange sword with a profit of more than one foot.

“It is a blessing to see the world's first heavenly armor today. ”

In front of the collapsed palace rubble, the man in black suddenly stood, stretching his arm and laying his short sword in front of him, softly making a sound: “Are you Lin Xie? ”

Jiang smiled at his eyebrows, but his face remained calm. When he heard the other party mention his friend's name at this moment, he was not uncomfortable that he had been misidentified, but a warmth arose, "I am not Lin Xie. ”

The man in the black nodded, silently.

Still, the sword held a defensive position, but his eyes did not fall on Jiang Jiaoyi, but in a small courtyard behind Jiang Jiaoyi.

He is a saint. Even if Jiang Xiao wears the first armor at this moment, he can fight over the steps, but nature cannot reach his head. His guard, of course, is not aimed at Jiang Xiaoyi.

“Squeak," the courtyard door opened. The sound of the door opening is a little strange because of the expansion of the rainy season axis.

An old woman dressed like a normal Yunqin peasant woman, carrying two thick-backed knives, walked out the courtyard door.

Blackshirt men's short sword slightly harvested, sword more concentrated, “Yellow sparrows before the first war, the world has known, Your Excellency is Jiang Jia Nightingale? ”

The old woman with the two knives looked at him and said, "Who are you? ”

The man with the black shirt dropped his head slightly and sighed softly: "In World War II I, it is not worth mentioning if you win or not. ”

Jiang Jiaoyi heard something. His face inside his face was suddenly a little white and his hands tightened slowly.

“Maybe I could kill one.” The old woman threw one of the knives out and stuck it on the ground a few feet in front of her, looking at the man in black.

The man in the black shirt did not respond.

In the night behind him came another man in a blue shirt with a white iron mask.

His body, equally dry, without a hint of rain wire.

Jiang Jiaoyi's vest has developed a fine cold sweat, the smell of each other, even so far apart, he can be sure that the man in blue is also a saint of the sword.

A saint of the same rank was simply unable to cope with the attack of two saints of the Sword.

And he understands very well that under two swords, a hundred steps away, there are countless chances to kill, and there is no escape.

He was well aware of the deployment of troops around him, at which point it was no longer possible to change some of the ending, and what could be done could only be done, as the Nightingale had reminded him, to see if one of the saints of the other could be spelled out.

“The last time you saved me, it was my turn to save you. ”

But at this point, a voice came out of an alley in the back.

Jiang smiled suddenly.

He knows who this man is, but at the same time he is certain that this man can never reasonably be here at this moment. Then he reacted completely to what had happened, and suddenly his heart was filled with ecstasy.

A man, also wearing a black shirt, walked out, looking ordinary, but decent, with a gentle and upright attitude of a master.

“This is even. ”

Nightingale smiled and the wrinkles on her face widened. “Now it's two against two. ”

“Jong-cheng? ”

"Even so, you'll lose," said the man in the black shirt with the orange and yellow sword. ”

“Why do villains always like to say so much? ”

A young man made Kang smile easier, his face in the armor unconsciously appeared smiling voice, at which time it rang.

Lin Xi and Gao Yanan walked out in the ugly alley out of Zhongcheng.

“In many words, there is only the possibility of a lack of confidence.” After smiling and saying this, Lin Xie looked at Jiang Xiaoyi and looked at Jiang Xiaoyi's armor. She couldn't help but praise him: “This armor looks great and suits you very well. ”

……

“This armor looks great and suits you", a phrase that sounds a little ridiculous at the moment, but no one thought it was ridiculous, even with two saints across the street.

“Lin Xi? ”

Men's black shirts with orange and yellow swords are heavier and more vocal.

“It's me.”

Lin Xi nodded and smiled. "If I told you, I know you still have a thousand heavily armored sergeants behind you... would you be even less confident? ”

“Yes.”

The man in the black shirt with the orange and yellow sword nodded for a moment and admitted it, but then he looked up slightly and looked at Lin Xi: “But things in this world always have to be reasonable, we two, plus a thousand heavily armed men in the Night Devil's Army, if you die in your hands, it doesn't make sense in this world, I don't believe there are unreasonable things in this world. ”

“Is there really a thousand heavy armies? ”

Nightingale couldn't help but ask Lin Xie.

But she doesn't have to ask, because by then she's heard a lot of spring sounds, and countless metal bangs on the ground.

“I explain the incomprehensibility… to a man of the saint, his character is naturally more stubborn, and he must fight.” Lin Xie spoke softly to her and Gu Cheng at this time, "the two seniors just deal with the two, the rest of the sergeant heavy armor, give it to us. ”