Immortal Devil Transformation

Tang Chuqing understood the phrase very well, so he didn't say anything more. He just reached out and grabbed a wooden flat strain next to the corner of the wall.

This flat burden was used by a former picker to pick things ashore from a river boat and was casually dumped in this corner.

Tang Chuqing grabbed this slightly wet wooden flat burden, his soul power rapidly dissolved from his fingers, rubbing the surface of the flat burden, the heat generated made the flat burden burn quickly.

He took this burning flat strain and burned it on his broken arm.

A burst of green smoke accompanied Zz's voice, rising from his broken arm wound.

In this way, he can at least seal his wound better, then use his soul vigorously and bleed less.

Neither Shin Tu Ming nor the swordsman in white stopped Tang Chuqing from doing so.

Until Tang Chuqing let go of the flat burden in his hand, the white swordsman looked at him, slightly bowed his head, and then made a sword.

In the rainy night, a magnificent sword sounded, a light green sword, sometime appeared in front of the white swordsman, lightning headed toward Tang Chuqing!

At the moment this sword appeared in front of the White Swordsman, all the raindrops between the White Swordsman and Tang Chuqing were carried by the sword when it was activated, so that it was all fired towards Tang Chuqing.

This tiny, transparent rain bead is also elongated in rapid flight, like a transparent sword with a handle.

All these thousands of transparent swords, a few feet from Tang Chuqing, encountered yet another invisible wall, all shattered into finer particles.

In front of Tang Chuqing, a white fog wall appeared.

White Swordsman's light green sword, passing through the white fog wall.

Tang Chuqing's eyes narrowed. The little sword in front of him flew out with a sound of iron ruler. However, it accelerated. However, it became faster than the light-green thin sword of the white swordsman. The "when” sound accurately grabbed the trajectory of the light-green thin sword and struck it hard in the middle of the light-green thin sword.

Tang Chuqing's body shocked.

The White Swordsman's body also shook, and two pits appeared in the muddy ground beneath his feet.

He looked at the several wounds that broke Tang Chuqing's broken arm. He looked red again in the scorched black. He sighed softly: "Quickly leaning on the heavenly sword. ”

Tang Chuqing's sword looks like a coarse fetus. However, it is used for the royal sword, but it is naturally much faster than ordinary flying swords.

During the Battle of Falling Star Mahal, Dean Zhang saw the sword from the hands of a Yun Qin practitioner, and found the sword to be powerful. He was surprised to say, "I didn't expect this sword to look so ugly, it was so powerful..., good bullpen, so called Lean Tian Jian. ”

Nobody in the falling star mausoleum knew what Dean Zhang meant by good bullpen and heavenly sword.

But since he said so, everyone called the sword a heavenly sword.

The first Yun Qin practitioner who owned the sword died in the Battle of the Falling Star Mausoleum. Then, a strong Qingyan Academy who followed Dean Zhang, used the sword to guard the north wall of the Falling Star Mausoleum and killed the river. The strong Qingyan Academy man eventually died. However, the sword was also remembered by many Yun Qin and the reckless practitioners who participated in the battle at the time.

This little sword, known by Dean Zhang as the Heavenly Sword, also carries the memories of the White Swordsman when he was young.

His light-green thin sword has several deep lines on it.

As he sighed softly, the gap between the lines suddenly widened, and this light green sword broke down along the lines into seven pieces.

A thin sword, transformed into seven thinner blades, almost transparent in light green.

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In this world, no one can command more than two flying swords at the same time, because at a certain moment, one cannot have two distinct thoughts, one person's spirit, can only be concentrated at a certain point, cannot perceive the symbols of both swords at the same time, and walk along the symbols of the two swords with precise separation of soul power.

Spirit and will merge into one sword, and in order to use another, one of the previous swords must be loosened.

Tang Tibetan's first swordsman, Han Xuezi's real sword and fake sword, is based on this logic.

In this world, Han Zizi is the only one who can complete a no-exposure switch in such a short period of time that no opponent of the same order can react.

Mr. Jun, the master of the Great Reckless Sword, naturally cannot simultaneously employ seven flying swords.

But his seven swords are not seven, but still a flying sword.

The previous textures were not the symbols of this sword.

The seven thin blades themselves are the seven charms of the sword.

The soul power of the white swordsman penetrated into these seven thin swords, the idea was only to strike at one place at the same time, but the seven swords affected each other, but it was a chaotic dance, like the seven men attacked Tang Chuqing at the same time, forming a sword array that the sword and flying sword would not impact each other.

These seven blades, which have their own trajectories in the air, such as the stretch of the symbol pattern in the air, but the seven sharp blades, for practitioners, are naturally equally injured and can be lethal as long as they are inserted into a blade.

This sword is a hundred times more wonderful than Han Zizi's real and fake sword.

If someone like Nihe and Ho Baihao had seen such a sword with their own eyes, they would have been amazed.

Faced with such a bright sword stabbing his chest, but the seven swords would stab the swords around his body in various directions. Tang Chuqing's face became more pale. His right hand five-finger trembled, leaning on the heavenly sword around his body whistling and spilling, only a spark splashed, how many times did he hit the seven swords in an instant!

Relying on the heavenly sword, the speed far exceeded the ordinary flying sword. At this moment, Tang Chuqing faced the threat of death. With the support of strong fighting spirit, perception also exceeded the limits of the past. His flying sword, rotating closely against his body, formed an iron curtain, which actually blocked all the swords that attacked him.

After all, however, he can only block all the blades that hurt him the most and not completely block all the flying blades.

It was only for this moment that he had countless mouths on him, and even though the wounds were not deep in flesh, at this moment he was bleeding from the wounds with more drastic mobilization of soul power, and he became a blood bather.

The white-shirt swordsman looked calm, seven blades still flying at high speeds during rainy nights, making all sorts of different whirring sounds, and Tang Chuqing's flying sword continued to slap, knocking out a fierce noise of numbness on the scalp.

Tang Chuqing had more blood flowing on his body. Blood drops were shattered by the blade and melted in the surrounding white mist, like a blood-red dandelion.

At this time, the footsteps and strong drinking sounded by many Yunqin soldiers.

Dozens of arrows fell hard towards the white swordsman.

The white swordsman stayed still.

He was beside him by the Shen massacre.

Guigai, handsome for the president of this road, remembers to be beside him at this moment, like a nearby waiter.

When dozens of arrows fell in front of him, five or six meters later, they burned completely, their feathers and rods quickly burned to ashes, and unbalanced clusters of arrows were easily shaken by the heat that gushed out of him.

Dozens of Yun Qin soldiers who arrived in the first place at the same time solidified their eyes.

They can rush to each other's two saints without fear of life or death, but all of them know that Tang Chuqing will die soon, and they rush up and radically change the outcome.

At this point, there were many real silver and white dandelions in the sky.

A tiny, wind-blown metal dandelion that floats in the air.

These metallic dandelions are light and have no impediment to the sword itself flying in the air, yet like countless lines, they cut and absorb the power of the soul in the air.

The glow of the White Swordsman's seven swords dimmed at the same time.

Yet the White Swordsman knew very well who the anomaly represented, and he reached out calmly, and the seven blades quickly merged into a sword and flew back to him.

A middle-aged man dressed in dark blue thin armor, carrying a flat iron box his size, quickly jumped out of the back of dozens of Yunqin soldiers, stopping dozens of Yunqin soldiers from moving forward.

His iron box was strange, filled with holes, and it seemed to contain a lot of things, but none of them fell out.

In addition to this iron box, there are many metal tubing and shaped flat boxes, round cartridges on his arms and legs.

That makes him more like a robot than those heavily armed sergeants.

His nickname in this world is the Iron Man.

He is Chu Nightingale, one of the most skilled masters of the entire Yunqin Empire.

Besides, he is one of the master masters who knows how to fight.

As soon as Chu Nightingale appeared, Shen Jiaoming began to move forward.

However, he immediately stopped.

Because at this moment, a faint yellow light appeared on the dark night sky.

He looked up.

Many flames appeared on his purgatory robe, which spread from him.

The air became hot, forming a rising airflow, rolling away the countless metal dandelions imposed by Chu Nightingale and blowing towards that faint yellow light.

Chu Nightshade glistened in his eyes, but he didn't have any stops. He walked to Tang Chuqing's body, skillfully removed a bottle of ointment and a roll of gauze, and quickly helped Tang Chuqing wrap the wound around his body.

In the sky, a white snowflake suddenly appeared.

White snowflakes make the hot air freeze and let those metal dandelions fall again.

Shenmu Flying Crane fell from the heavy snow of goose fur and landed beside Chu Nightingale and Tang Chuqing.

Shen Tu looked at the fallen Shenmu Fei Crane, looked at the people on Shenmu Fei Crane, and laughed.

He laughed for the first time since the siege.