Immortal Devil Transformation

The people on Shenmu Feihe are Li Wu, Jiang Jiaoyi, Gao Yanan and Lin Xi.

Lin Xi looked at Shen Tu Ming.

Shen Tu Ming was watching him laugh.

Such laughter naturally seems strange in this myriad of life-and-death divorces and fierce wars.

In fact, the previous attempts at carnage have been quite bizarre.

He threw all the remaining troops in his hand, the 10,000 rear army, and the tens of thousands of reckless men who had previously withdrawn from the picket area, all into the alley.

He then smashed himself and the white swordsman, as well as more than a dozen Purgatory Mountain clerics, into the first assassination of Tang Chuqing.

Commander and the ultimate power to pioneer and place themselves in the most dangerous place, this is the ultimate duel posture.

So Lin Xi decided to show up here.

He has to be here because he knows it.

“What are you laughing at? ”

After seeing with his own eyes the death of many Yun Qin soldiers who changed the mood for him to cherish his life and eventually let him decide to coexist with the city, the commander of the other party should be the one he hated most at this moment, but Lin Xie's face at this time was very calm, he just looked calmly at the smiling slaughter, asked.

Shen Tu looked at him and smiled: “I smile because you are really here. ”

Lin Xi Jing said: “What other means do you have? ”

Shen Tu Xin did not answer Lin Xi's words, and said slightly: “In the end, you are the only people in this city in front of us… When did the saints of Yun Qin become so few? ”

Instead, Lin Xi smiled. "The saints of Yunqin are always more reckless than the great ones. Less in this city means more in the other two cities. In those two cities, your chances of winning are even more slim. ”

“A saint who will take the top of the gods? Looks like that's what you think.” Shen slaughtered everyone beside Lin and looked at him indifferently and said: “It just doesn't seem like there's any other way I can kill you right now. You only have one saint, plus one who is at most a saint, but not a saint. ”

Lin Xi interrupted Shen Tu directly, “We still have a lot of Yun Qin soldiers. ”

Shen mocked slightly: “It's only a pity they can't break through here for a moment. ”

Lin Xi Jing said: “Then you can try it. ”

Shen Jiao nodded: “I was going to try. ”

He said he wanted to try it, but the first time he did it, it wasn't him, it was the white swordsman behind him.

He also pointed to the sword, stretching forward.

By the time he made this move, a fierce sword had erupted like a mountain flood, breaking open the air and forming a near-vacuum passage.

His sword, flying in this vacuum passage, stabbed Lin Xie with a sword.

His sleeves had all been shaken by the time the sword was launched, such as two white tassels, and a crack appeared on his skin, such as a dogma, on his white arm as a jade.

This sword is his strongest sword.

Since the Battle of the Falling Star Mausoleum in the past, his teacher let him leave the Falling Star Mausoleum and go back to reckless cultivation, the strongest sword he has ever cultivated, the Vacuum Sword.

He sucked a meridian in his arms into some kind of liquid gold, just like a symbol.

When the power of the soul completely erupts, it directly causes the power to break, then the power of the soul penetrates into the flying sword, the flying sword flies in a near-vacuum, with little wind resistance, and the speed is naturally faster.

Normal people's flying swords, if they take this straight path, even faster, are the same as an arrow, easily intercepted by powerful opponents.

However, his flying sword, itself the Seven Palace Sword, when flying in front of his opponent, his sword will turn into seven swords, and his movements will be uncertain. Only he will know the next trajectory of the seven swords.

……

Chu Nightingale wondered why Lin Xie must appear here.

In his view, before Lin Xi became less than a saint, in such a great war, it was the commander and decision making that mattered most, rather than coming to fight, so the more dangerous the danger of the outbreak of this * naked saint war, the more Lin Xi should avoid it.

He can't understand, but he can have a hunch about the White Swordsman.

Chunjiang Water Warm Duck Prophet.

The tide in the ocean is about to come, and something is already able to tell the tide.

The moment before the White Swordsman took his hand, he was wearing a big box of bronze on his back with lots of fine patterns, close to his skin, and had begun to automatically gather his soul strength because of the unusual fluctuations in energy in the air.

This big box, from the outsider's point of view, is just a container he used to hold many weapons in, but only he knows that this big box, is his true secret, that he is the culmination of the great master, can deal with the true secret of the saint.

So he's not slower than the White Swordsman.

When the white swordsman's arms of gold and iron vibrated, the flow of soul power directly broke through the vacuum passage, he sprayed a stream of air in a hole in a big box of bronze on his back, like an old cow jet.

A silver pole shot out of the hole, nailed to the ground, and then stretched, unfolded, spinning at an unimaginable speed.

It's like instantly spreading a spinning umbrella.

But this umbrella doesn't really have an umbrella.

There are only hundreds of silver and white silk threads attached to the pointed shuttle tip cone.

Like countless tiny chain guns dancing in front of them, like metal umbrellas with many layers.

He did not instill his soul into this weapon.

Because as Yun Qin's most combatant master, he never used the fighting methods of normal practitioners against each other.

He did not know the rationale for rotating the weapon with such force, and when the white swordsman's thin sword split into seven pieces, a silver-white silk thread had become entangled with a thin sheet of sword.

A thin blade sounded, a silver-white thread began to fail to support the fracture, and a rotating section of silver-tone rod began to emit countless Mars, about to be destroyed.

At this time, Lin Xi looked at Tang Chuqing.

In the night, it was suddenly dispersed.

Around like daylight.

In his eyes, he emitted countless pure and pure rays of light that were brighter than the sun. He fell on Tang Chuqing and entered Tang Chuqing's body.

The sight of Tang Chuqing, who had lost a lot of blood and had become extremely weak and almost powerless to use his soul power, instantly became shocked and bright.

He had his own blood on his hands, leaning against the sword, and at this moment, flew away.

Because of the speed, the air on the sword burned, turning into a dark blue flame.

A dark blue line is generated in the sky.

And by the time everyone saw the line, at the end of the line, his sword had been severely chopped on one of the thin blades.

Any piece of sword is part of the sword of a white-shirted swordsman, which is the body of this sword.

This blow, like a white-shirted swordsman pulling a river, was hit hard in the chest while holding each other.

Seven blades still broke those silk threads and flew back.

A rotating section of silver pole also breaks and falls on the ground in countless sections of Mars.

However, the white-shirted swordsman also shook his body and took a step back to stabilize himself.

A sigh of red blood came out of his mouth as he coughed gently.

His arms, for a moment, could no longer be lifted.

“Unfortunately, this is a coincidence that has taken the heavenly craft.” Lin Xi looked at the broken silver bars and sincerely admired them.

Shocked by the brightness of the talent, Chu Nightingale could not help but bow down slightly and sigh: “It is a shame. ”

“I said I couldn't kill you, and so did I.” Lin Xie turned her head and looked at Shen Jiaoming and said.

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(This chapter is a little too late, I'm a little confused, so the word count is a little low, so the word count in the next chapter will be a lot higher...)