Immortal Devil Transformation

Emperor Yunqin turned silently and walked through the palace gate to the median axis avenue of the Imperial City.

After all, this is Zhongzhou City. Before Yun Qin's statehood, before Dean Zhang appeared in Zhongzhou City, this was Chang Sun's world, so even if Lin Xi appeared alone and everything to this day was unexpected, he still didn't think he would lose the battle here.

His head dropped slightly. In the eyes of many people in Zhongzhou City, it seemed to be a gesture of self-reproach and repentance. However, he looked at the golden masonry at the bottom of his feet and thought callously in his heart. Even if he eventually died here, he must drag Lin Xie and Qingxian College to die together.

The shadow saint stood outside the palace gate, even with the whole Imperial City behind him, he could not feel any leaning against the mountain, looking at his own forest evening, his heart created an unprecedented fear.

Only he was a saint after all, he knew he could never be afraid in such a duel, so he took a deep breath and began to build strong confidence for himself: “Last winter, I lost to you only for two reasons. One reason is that you have the most powerful soul soldier in the whole practitioner world, and the other reason is that you hid your cultivation and deliberately confined it to a breakthrough point, so that I looked down on your cultivation. ”

“Yet you are only a practitioner of the ranks of the great Powers.” The expression of the Shadow Saint has become ruthless and powerful with the narrative: “The Great Master and the Holy Order, even at the peak of the Great Master, are still as far apart from the Holy Order as the Great Mountains, so you cannot let me make mistakes about your cultivation as you did last winter. So today, I can't lose. ”

“If you think of this as an ordinary duel in the city of Zhongzhou, you can certainly say more bullshit to the satisfaction of the audience. ”

Lin Xi laughed and said: “In fact, compared to the shape * of the saints who have walked out of Zhongzhou City for so many years, you are still only the least fashionable of them, because you dare only to hide in the dark corner of the assassination, like today's scene of front warfare, I'm afraid you are not comfortable. Last winter, if you hadn't died, you should have left Zhongzhou City honestly and spent the rest of your life. Now that you're still standing in front of me, you won't have any good results. ”

The Shadow Master has begun to tremble again in a calm mood. He can feel that Lin Xie's words are not meant to be heard by him, but to ease the atmosphere of the people of Zhongzhou City outside.

He doesn't want to talk anymore.

He felt that if he went on, his confidence would start to melt again.

So he looked at Lin Xi and sent out a loud drink.

The energy emanating from his mouth formed a straight white line in front of him.

A dead leafy sword slipped down his sleeve tube, clinging to the ground, sweeping up countless white snow, shaking up countless sprays of snow and hiding in them.

White snow fog, but Lin Chen is still motionless, in the middle of these white snow fogs.

With a sword and snow in the sky, the practitioners of countless wars in Zhongzhou city alley are all shocked in their hearts. After all, the Holy Step is the Holy Step. So much more than the power of the world, it seems that even a hundred heavily armed knights will be instantly devoured by such a fog. Lin Eve has not reached the Holy Step. By what means can he defeat this despicable saint in his mouth?

Even more astonishing to all these practitioners is that in a huge cloud of snow fog, countless white faces seem to have been stretched, forming countless white swordshadows that protrude outward.

These swordshadows, they are the flying swords of the Shadow Master, where they form quickly.

Hundreds of white swordshadows, all facing Lin Xie inside, like there are thousands of white flying swords, hanging outside Lin Xie, no one knows which one is the real flying sword.

All practitioners watching the battle in the alley felt the horror of the sword.

After all, royal court offering is royal court offering, many practitioners who normally live in the city of Zhongzhou have their own pride, but when they see such a thousand swords at this moment, they are sure that they will never be able to stop such a sword.

Yet Lin Xie, surrounded by a thousand swords that were not known to be true, raised her head only slightly.

The moment he raised his head, the sword behind him jumped unreasonably in the eyes of many practitioners, in a very light and spiritual position, traveling fast in front of him, and in front of him, between hectares, numerous horizontal and horizontal clear swords floated.

The difference is that these transparent swords, like silk on a bar of ice, are real, and they all amass real power.

At a moment when these clear swords were interwoven in front of Lin Eve, a white snow mist suddenly broke in front of him, and the leaf-like colour of the flying sword was ejected from it and pierced into the innumerable clear swords.

A shock rang.

Before the shock sounded, the face of the Shadow Master had become extremely pale, the sound of "shuddering”, another crack in front of his right arm, the already rapidly gushing soul strength of the score, the dead leafy flying sword, accelerated again, to more determined momentum, to stab Lin Xie's eyebrow heart.

At the moment when his flying sword and the first crystalline sword light came into contact, all of these staggered swords suddenly lit up in front of Lin Xie and suddenly burst out with more powerful power. It was just a fraction of a breath, and countless silks of crystal swords were cut together with this flying sword of the Shadow Saint.

The flying sword that the shadow saint wanted to march on was slowed down by the hard raw cut, and countless bright tiny lights erupted on the sword.

The strength of the soul gathered in the sword body caused the spirit power in the Shadow Master to roll over, and his body began to shake violently. However, he and many practitioners watching the war simultaneously found that Lin Xi's body did not tremble at all in such a collision.

“Heavenly Sword? ”

The Shadow Master reacted in an instant, and these three words appeared in his mind, and then he drank them more clearly and correctly and with horror: “Twilight Sword! ”

Lin Xi smiled slightly.

His flying sword has sprinkled a twilight in front of him again.

In the shadow saint's strong drinking, the shadow saint's withered leaf-colored flying sword carries countless slight fireworks of fire, coming out of the cut of clear filament light, like a raw swimming fish breaking through the bind of a fishing net.

Yet in the space around this flying sword, countless transparent silk lights have flashed.

His sword still bears innumerable flames.

After breaking through a sword formation with a sword mark, his flying sword fell into a new sword formation.

There are always countless transparent swords, cut on his flying sword, blocking the space between his flying sword and Lin Xie.

The shadow saint even broke Lin's six-door twilight, but still couldn't control the sword flushing out, and when the backward blood from the body oscillation poured between his tongue, he knew that he could no longer control his sword.

He gave up his flying sword in horror as blood gushed out of his mouth.

He lost his relying flying sword and instantly became a dried leaf in the horizontal and vertical sword light. He was chopped to fly everywhere and fell to the ground.

Ding, as his sword plunged into the snow, the moment he fell to the ground, all the practitioners watching the war in Central State City could not believe their eyes.

Everyone thought that Lin Xie must have a hold, yet no one thought that Lin Xie relied not on other means of the college, but purely by means of a flying sword against the flying sword, directly shot down the Shadow Master's flying sword.

The Shadow Master's flying sword fell behind Lin Xie.

In many incredible eyes, Lin Xie grabbed the handle of her sword and began to march toward the Shadow Master.

The Shadow Master subconsciously retreated, yet he had nowhere to go.

So he regained his spirit and grabbed one of the things in his sleeve.

Lin Xi's figure turned into a streaming shadow. In a few breaths, he was less than ten steps away.

His sword shook in his hand and seemed to fly again.

At this moment, the right hand of the Shadow Saint comes out of his sleeve, holding a little purple sand metal hand in his hand!

This small metal hand is only about the size of the "hand scratch" often used by Yunqin people to scratch their backs, yet the fingers are split thin and elegant, like flowers in the void.

Resident!

This is a locked sword, the most powerful soul soldier in the past!

As soon as you pour your strength into this dweller, the Shadow Saint, who was standing still, began to step on the ground at unimaginable speeds.

In his view, as long as Emperor Yunqin uses this residency hand from Wen Xuanxun's hub to lock Lin Xie's flying sword, Lin Xie is still unlikely to defeat him. After all, Lin Xi can't even compare to him in the power of perception, speed of reaction and soul power.

However, at this moment, a small black paw, in a somewhat insidious gesture, came out of Lin Xie's cuff.

A thicker ice fog instantly appeared between him and Lin Xie.

The Shadow Master scolded him so hard that he spread his soul all over his body and still stretched his hand forward.

In his perception, Lin Xi's flying sword had approached his left side, and with this cover of ice fog, he began to cross the interwoven sword marks.

“Pfft!”

Ice fog and the intensity of the soul force outside him caused a layer of white ice chips to form outside him, at the same time, a strange fluctuation of energy erupted in the residency hand in his right hand, under his soul power erupted, suddenly contracted, shouted, locked Lin Xin's flying sword firmly in the palm, gold iron friction, a flame of light!

Successfully locking Lin Xi's sword, in such close combat, is tantamount to securely locking the winning chance.

Even if Lin Xi wants to retreat, at his speed and strength, he can still die on the sticker. Lin Xi could never distance himself from him.

At this moment, in the shadow saint's subconscious, Lin Yue only relied on a flying sword, without a bow and arrow like black, it was a total fatal mistake!

Yet it was also at this moment that his body was stiffened by the twin effects of the cold air invasion and the gushing cold in his heart.

Because he feels like he's locked in a dead body.

Lin Xi's power, before the residency hand locked the sword, had broken away from the sword!

He was horrified, so at this moment, two bright, pure and dazzling beams of light, coming out of the mist of ice, penetrated his curtains with precision!

He knew that it was Lin Xie who used his power on the light, but his body was still walking, and it was impossible for Lin Xie to accurately penetrate the light into the weakest part of his body.

And it was at this moment that he realized, more than ever, that it was simply not possible to reason with God.

In the burning of a brighter light than the priest's house, all the liquid in his two eyes dried up instantly, solidified, and even cracked.