Immortal Devil Transformation

In the spring of winter, the grassy Inge flies, everything changes, be it slight or grand, there is always a set trajectory to follow.

The stones thrown up, no matter how high they are thrown into the sky, will eventually fall. Gold of the same size, compared to white buns of the same size, will eventually be heavy, and the current will always flow low... These are the trajectories and logic between heaven and earth, the primates of everything that grows in this world, no matter how powerful, cannot be separated from this source.

A thousand ordinary armours can deplete the soul of a saint, stack a saint to death, and even more so a thousand armoured soldiers all dressed in night demons.

This army is already one of the most important forces of the reckless army.

It's like fighting an adult and a child. How could an adult be beaten by a child instead?

When Jongcheng and Lin Xie successively appeared, the black man with the orange and yellow sword had indeed shaken his confidence, and he also inherited that he did not have enough confidence, but if the basic reason was overthrown, then the world, his practice, did not make sense to him at all. If he did not fight, would he question the whole world, question the whole life of his past?

The power of the practitioner derives from himself and from the heavens and the earth, and even himself, is based only on the primates of the heavens and the earth. How can one stand between the heavens and the earth if one cannot even rely on them?

So the saint with the orange sword finally decided to fight.

The same goes for the saint in blue beside him.

……

An Iron Man Night Demon Heavy Armor has entered Bugming Lane.

The man in black with the orange and yellow sword saw Lin Xie still talking to Nightingale, Zhongcheng and others. However, his voice was extremely low and his body turned sideways. In the midst of the rain fog night, it was impossible for the black shirt saint to see what Lin Xie was saying at this moment by reading his lips and other means.

Allowing the Soul Soldier to drain some of his opponents' souls first should be the best way to confront them at this moment, yet the black-shirted saint with the sword feels he can no longer wait, because if he waits any longer, his confidence will be even weaker and his will and sword will be weaker.

So at this point, between his deep breaths, he let go of his hand.

The orange-yellow sword in his hand flew up and went straight to high altitude. Once it disappeared into the rain silk, it flashed, and became a rainbow. It appeared over Lin Xie's head. It circled the curved arc in the air and cut towards the neck behind Lin Xie.

Lin Xi did not move.

Gao Yanan and Jiang Jiaoyi beside him also did not move.

Because they do not yet have the ability to confront the Holy Master, the opponents of the two Sword Saints are Jongcheng and Nightingale. All they need to do is keep those reckless soldiers out of siege to stop the fighting between Jongcheng and the Nightingale and the other two saints.

It's Jong-cheng.

This sword light has reached its extreme point for the average practitioner, such as coming out of the autumn rain, but he is too late to take a step forward.

Step out and make a big fuss.

His body stirred a wind, and countless tiny rain beads blew out, spinning, forming a transparent mirror, making the space outside him and Lin Xi and others blurred and less real.

Meanwhile, his hands lifted up, hugging him in vain, his hands glowing like a round of moon.

One stroke, the hammer of the moon.

He hit this orange yellow flying sword with a hammer.

However, at this time, in the very short time that Lin Xie et al. had not been able to react, the light of this orange yellow flying sword rapidly dimmed, and the two groups more violently fluctuated in their energy, like two lotus flowers, spreading at the same time in front of the black and blue masters.

The sword's sword stirred the rain silk into a white filament, spreading in the sky, and because of the strength, it lasted forever in the sky, forming a set of images.

A little ivory sword, and a little blue sword, flying out of the sleeves of the black and blue masters, with a pounding power, glued to the ground and stabbed into the nightingale!

The black towel on the masters' faces and the white mask on the masters' faces in the blue shirts had been shattered by the fierce smell of the two men at that time, but their identities could no longer be concealed.

These two swords also appeared when Hitachi Heart Sound and Yunhai joined forces to assassinate Uncle Tang Tibetan.

The Ivory Sword is called "Holy Elephant” and the Blue Sword is called "Sea of Wisdom”, all from Tang Tibet.

So the black masters were the first masters of Tang Tibetan's uncle Xiao Xiang, and Tang Tibetan's first swordsman Han Qiuzi. The Blue Shirt Master, naturally adopted son of Xiao Xiang, Xiao Huihai.

Neither Han Xuezi nor Xiao Huihai, after Xiao Xiang was killed by Gu Xinyin, Tang Tibetan Xinhuang and Vice President Xia reached some secret agreement, there was no place in Tang Tibet, so they eventually joined the war between the Great Reckless and Yun Qin, Purgatory Mountain and Qingxian College.

For Han Xuezi, in the war with Yunhai, he lost more than just a foothold, he also lost pride and courage.

Even saints, when faced with fear of both practice and battle, are like crossing the highest peak of their lives and are already on their way to the end.

I'm afraid only defeating a powerful opponent can restore himself to his former position and pull himself back from the end of the road... so Han Qiuzi is more cautious than ever, he and Xiao Hui Hai's black towel and mask are not just to cover up their identity, but to cover up his sword.

That little orange sword looks sharp, but it's actually just a "fake sword”.

This instant releases a flying sword and “cuts” all of its power into another flying sword, which is simple to say, but in fact, it's like the instant it penetrates a large cylinder, and you have to get that big cylinder's water horse out and put it in another cylinder. It is difficult to run clouds without revealing traces.

Han Xuanzi doesn't know who else can do it in the world besides himself.

And he has never officially used such a false sword in the world... Zhongcheng's moon hammer with one blow to use full body power, the most violent, such as lifting himself up and throwing him out, it is absolutely impossible to change in time if he has been attracted by his false sword. And although the nightingale is strong, it is still not a rival to Nihe Year, and it is naturally impossible to resist the full force of both of them.

So in his heart, this sword, the nightingale, is bound to die.

The two flying swords, very tacitly matched, the heart and back of the stabbing nightingale before and after, and the interval between them is very small, the saint is unlikely to react to the time difference.

Faced with these two swords, the nightingale made a choice, striking her finger on the tip of the knife in her hand.

Dozens of fine cracks like spider webs spread along the knife's body, as if many symbols had suddenly been formed. As a sound sounded, countless silk forces shook sound waves, suddenly descending behind her, hitting the first come, first served blue flying sword.

Nightingales can only block one sword.

She chose a blue flying sword to block first come first served.

Han Xuzi's ivory sword fell into the heart of the nightingale. He felt that success was right in front of him. He felt that a flying sword like his own was about to pierce each other's flesh and blood. Han Xuzi had a hard time suppressing the excitement.

The next moment, however, his eyes were filled with extremely complex emotions.

Because he perceived that all the power of Zhongcheng sprayed out of his arms, such as a round of moon pressure, the moon of Zhongcheng smashed down, not his “fake sword”, but heavily on his true sword, the holy elephant sword that connected his body's soul!

At this moment, it can no longer be changed.

The blue sword shook violently, and countless transparent strands appeared on the sword.

Xiao Huihai's face turned snowy, a few drops of blood spilled between his fingers, and the blue sword plunged back.

The moon collapsed and the two cuffs of Jongcheng were all split and shattered, resulting in an extremely fine cut wound to the skin.

He exhaled a breath of blood.

Meanwhile, all the ivory swords are shattered.

Some debris fell on Han Xiaozi in the distance, the invisible force followed his soul power channel, shook, rushed into his body, such as some pieces of bright moon, also into his body.

Han Xiaozi had five or six small holes in his body, and fragments of the ivory sword flew out from behind him and fell.

These tiny holes in his body all shot a fine blood arrow in his mouth and nose, as well as sticky blood.

Jongcheng shook his head and sat down.

He and Nihe have already suffered serious internal injuries in the first battle, and under this blow he is no longer able to fight. He was only certain that he had at least changed the other party's Han Zizi, so he had a slightly satisfied smile on his face despite some regrets.

Han Qiuzi also fell and sat down.

The flying sword was broken and his inner body was severely damaged. His wounds were more severe than those of Jongcheng, but more so than those of his inner heart.

The more advanced the practitioner, especially at the saint level, the battle often seems simple on the surface, in fact, the more quickly the lighter the wounded, and the heavier the birth and death.

It's perfectly normal for a saint to live and die between one or two breaths, one round at a time, because in the eyes of the other, one or two breathing times, the saint learned his whole life and practiced his whole life into it.

So in this very short period of time, it is not difficult for Han Xuezi to accept, what makes him unacceptable is unreasonable.

So his brain is still blank at the moment.

……

Xiao Huihai suffered slightly less internal injuries, was still able to strike, and each party went to a saint. This overall situation still favoured their side, so his inner turmoil should also be slightly lighter.

At this time he's more than just afraid.

“There are only a few of them, kill them! ”

He recalled his blue flying sword and hung it in front of him, while giving an order against the heavily armed Night Demon, who had surfaced behind him.

Instead of choosing to fight for himself, he chooses to rely on these heavy armor and grind the enemies in front of him.