Immortal Devil Transformation

Zhongzhou City is the world's first great city, it is the city that determines the whole of Yunqin.

The battle to decide who belongs to Zhongzhou City is bound to be more intense, brutal and involves more extraordinary people than the battles that took place in Dongjingling and Shaohualing.

The battle at the main entrance of the palace is just a shadow in this amazing change. Even the swordsmen of countless Immortal College, countless Thunder College practitioners, are just victims of cleaning up a road for the appearance of real big people. In the rest of Zhongzhou City, some of them have been singled out as the deaths of legendary big characters.

Some of the saint wars mentioned only in the words of Nihe and Wen Xuanhui have ended.

However, in addition to Nihe year, the invincible saint of Zhongzhou City, a powerful sword saint appeared.

No saint can be underestimated.

At this time Nihe year and Purgatory Mountain elders are fighting hard... an invincible practitioner in Zhongzhou City, an elder who is the strongest and most mysterious of Purgatory Mountains and whose identity is more honorable than that of the Great Reckless Emperor, such a battle, for any practitioner, will be a lifetime rare, surely a legendary battle documented in future generations' stories, and most importantly, Nihe year and Purgatory Mountain elders exist, their fight, I'm afraid, will be extremely brief, because a breath of time, for their perception and reaction, will be very long enough to make them do a lot of things.

So this kind of confrontation naturally and firmly attracts the minds of all practitioners, makes people unconsciously want to look at these two people without blinking, afraid to miss any detail, any exciting picture.

At a time like this, this shadowy sword assassination is naturally more insidious and threatening.

Wen Xuanxun's eyes still lingered on the elders of Nihe and Purgatory Mountain. It seemed that he had not noticed this shadowy flying sword at all. However, his left sleeve was slightly trembling, and a buzzing sound appeared to be a bee dancing.

No flying sword out.

Only a little purple sand metal palm sticks out.

The appearance of this small metal hand is almost the size of the "hand scratch" often used by Yun Qin people to scratch their backs, but the five fingers are split thin and beautiful, but only wonderful, the five fingers are wonderful, like flowers in the void, and like picking a new piece of tea.

A small metal hand like this is more like a toy than a soldier.

However, only moments after this small metal hand appeared from the sleeve of Wen Xuan Hu, a terrible scream rang from the broken eaves of some glass tile.

“Resident! ”

“Wen Xuanxun... you... you are the descendant of the Residence Clan?! ”

……

“If you get the Residence Soul Soldier, must you be the descendant of the Residence Soldier?” At this moment, Wen Xuanxun's mind emerged that he and himself played a game of chess, changing the figure of the woman of his life, while ringing the sentence.

However, he did not hesitate to explain at this moment, so he did not make any sound, and the purple sand metal little hand steadily extended towards the shadowy sword.

“Ding!”

While this little hand appeared, the shadowy sword was trembling and retreating. The small metal hand did not directly touch the flying sword, however, it was taken out of the sky, and the flying sword was taken directly into the small metal hand.

Resident, lock the sword of the world!

Some of Xiyi's fifteen mandarin weapons are said to have been learned by a practitioner of Xiyi in the past after he had the privilege of seeing a resident.

This shadowy sword was captured in the palm of the small metal hand in the silent shock of the saint of the sword on the eaves. Wen Xuanxun's arm was only a slight shock.

However, the sword assassination is not over.

Just moments before this sword was locked up by its occupants, a thinner and thinner shadow of a sword dissolved from the sword.

This is a real, completely different flying sword.

The one who made it thinner, more like a shadow's flying sword, was a pedestrian in grey clothes who stood on a beam in the Golden Palace.

He is the shadow saint that the vast majority of practitioners in Yunqin have heard of, but have not seen, and is the closest servant of the Emperor Yunqin.

He was best at assassination, not guardianship.

Only those who tried to assassinate Emperor Yun Qin often died in his quiet assassination.

His flying sword was silently affixed to the sword of the previous flying sword, hidden in the shadow of that flying sword.

So from the beginning, the one who attacked Wen Xuanhu was not a sword saint, but two. From the beginning, it was not a flying sword, but two.

While Wen Xuanxun hub easily locked a flying sword, this thinner and more insidious flying sword has flown and stabbed Wen Xuanxun hub's eyebrows.

......

At this moment, Nihe year against the elders of the enemy Purgatory Mountain, still quietly thinking.

Wen Xuanxun was assassinated by two royal sword saints simultaneously.

Yet it is more than that.

"Ding”, his resident hand locked a flying sword, while driving in the car behind him, the chief engineer shouted and was shocked out the first week.

Yun Qin, with Wu Liguo, with military merit promotion, can become the chief engineer, and is naturally a powerful practitioner.

However, in the face of the outburst of breath around him at this moment, he is clearly not strong enough.

At this point, it was Cold Town South.

Ever since Wen Xuan Hub became the first assistant, and he sat in lieu of the Huang elderly until the curtain, he has been a staunch supporter of every decree of Wen Xuan Hub. Without his support, Wen Xuan Hub could not hold down hundreds of officials during the fall festival, nor could he easily lead troops into Zhongzhou City.

Emperor Yunqin soon removed nine curtains.

Cold Town South became the shortest-lived member of the Senate.

So Cold Zhen Nan and Wen Xuan Hub stood on the same front, in the view of all Yunqin officials, it was a logical thing.

It was only at this moment that everyone knew that he was also a card in the hands of the Emperor.

Now this card falls.

Cold Town South has a bow in his hand.

A red gold color with only a short bow half the size of a normal strong bow.

The short bow string is silver, and the symbol on the red gold bow is coarse and ancient, like a wolf with red blood.

So this bow is called "Skywolf.”

This is the bow of Zhao Miren, the famous archer of Yunqin. After Zhao Miren's death after falling into battle with Xingling in the past, this “shooting wolf” was nowhere to be found, until today, it appeared in the hands of Cold Town South.

Until today, many of those present who had already known that Cold Town South was a saint knew that he was an archer.

Because at this point, he will only use his strongest means.

……

There are hurricanes around the south of Cold Town, and the winds and clouds change.

The hurricane that arose around him, just as he made his full arrows, shook out Zhou Xianxian, who was already the great master of the peak powers.

That alone shows how powerful his arrow is.

And he was very close to Wen Xuan Hui.

This distance, for a practitioner like him, is like a bow and arrow in the back of the brain holding Wen Xuan Hu.

So at this moment, Wen Xuanxun was suddenly assassinated in the face of three saints!

All the Zhongzhou guards not far from him turned pale instantly.

However, in the face of the joint assassination of the three great saints, in the face of the betrayal of Cold Zhen Nan at this time, Wen Xuanxun's mouth corner is open a hint of indifference.

In such a fight, of course, he would not think that the Emperor's power had ended in Nihe year.

The power in his own hands, naturally, cannot go as far as the elders of Purgatory Mountain.

Faced with such a insidious and powerful assassination, he had no tube to stab his eyebrow with the flying sword, just his right hand backwards.

The tip of the flying sword has already touched the skin of Wen Xuan's pivotal heart.

But there is another sword between heaven and earth.

Wen Xuan, the elegant white shirt next to the carriage, blindly locked the shadow saint's thin flying sword, a white sword that flew out of him somewhere, clicking on the shadow saint's thin flying sword.

“Soft fingers! ”

The shadow saint's strong drinking sounded.

Clean White Sword Light and his flying sword did not make any impact sound, just a sharp friction sound.

White's little flying sword was softly wrapped around his flying sword, and Harshen dragged his flying sword from Wen Xuanxun's brow heart.

Wen Xuanxun's eyebrows revealed a red mark and a bright drip of lust.

The silver arrow in the southern hand of Cold Town has made a terrible explosion, and the tip of the arrow has broken the jade ring of the hoop on Wen Xuan's head.

In Wen Xuanxun's ear, there are two faint blood marks flowing out.

His hand couldn't have shot this golden arrow that had fallen behind his head.

If the image at this moment is solidified, you can see that many of the Zhongzhou guards and many of the officials who followed Wen Xuan after the hub, their mouths were open, but their voices were not as fast as this arrow.

Wen Xuan Hu had been wounded by the sound waves and air waves of this arrow, and his head, like a watermelon, would explode.

At this moment, however, the coldness and irony of his mouth did not diminish in the slightest, and a more violent breath sprayed from him.

His first-aide uniform was broken into pieces, blown by an arrow wind, about to float forward, but not yet.

Under the broken bureaucracy, the colour is more golden than pure gold.

One, all true dragon gems.

The only real dragon coat in the world, now on him.

Moreover, the breath that gushed on him at this moment was stronger than the royal court offering Zhang Qiuxuan.

So he is a stronger practitioner than Zhang Qiuxuan, himself, is also a card in his hand.

“Boom!”

Golden lightning, scattered like a storm, submerged a flying sword, inundated an arrow, bright and bright.

All of the Chinese sergeants and officials had stabbed themselves in the eyes, and they opened their eyes with horror and could not see what was happening in the lightning for a moment.