Immortal Devil Transformation

Only in the sight of the mountain crossing crossbow coming out of the enemy's sh è, between the tiny eyes, the ground under the middle-aged cloth man standing behind Chen Mu has appeared countless spider web cracks, and a huge and unimaginable breath burst out from him. / device: no advertising, full text, more

this explosive atmosphere even can't move under the pressure of old age.

His hands grasped Chen Mu's collar and back. "Back!" Chen Mu's whole body had been thrown away by him as a low and unquestionable shrill voice came out of his mouth.

At the same time, three of the troops in the rear, who had been waiting in a dead silence, had also come out with a strong voice.

There are a lot of people starting at this moment, but the speed of these three people is far faster than that of all people. The breath of the three people even forms a stream of flames behind them.

"Let's go!"

At the same time, Lin Xi, still in a strong shock, heard an Keyi's low cry.

Usually it is the tone of reading like an Ke's voice also has a light tremor.

"Meng Su! You are the commander for the time being. "

Looking at ankeyi, who had driven the horse out like an arrow, Lin Xi immediately took a deep breath and issued an order. Shuangtui got a grip on the horse and rushed out.

The rest did not dare to move without Lin Xi's order, but Gao Yanan, Bian Linghan and Jiang Xiaoyi naturally did not have so many scruples, and they did not hesitate to follow up.

After a little hesitation, m é ng Bai, with a white face, clapped his horse to follow.

……

The middle-aged cloth man stood in the meadow and swung Chen Mu back directly. He didn't step back, but stood in the same place. His breath was surging. Taking him as the center, the ground was shaking. A circle of green grass was crushed into Green s è powder debris by the strong air flow, which was flying out.

"Poof!"

There was a lot of dull pounding.

A crossbow with a thin arm fell on the ground in front of him with the hot air generated by the sharp friction of the air, like a huge hammer hitting the ground, splashing a circle of mud.

However, the middle-aged cloth man didn't seem to see these huge crossbows at all. His eyes were all fixed on the body of Wen Ren Cang Yue.

Just before these catapults landed, I heard that Cang Yue's hand had loosened the attached steel rope, and a surge of soul force was still rushing out of his hand, like a huge bang constantly washing in the air in front of him. His body fell sharply, but under the recoil of this air flow, it slowed down the speed and landed with a bang.

The middle-aged cloth man has been waiting. In the face of this terrible opponent, he didn't retreat and panic at all, just waiting for the chance to make a move.

At the moment when he heard that the moon had fallen, he was suffering from the shock of terror. At the weakest moment, he finally made a real move.

In his body, the huge breath of crazy inflation suddenly disappeared, making the distance of more than ten meters outside his body seem to become a vacuum, instead, it sucked the countless miles of grass debris, and the strength in his body, completely twisted into a stream, into a small gray s è hiltless sword in his hand.

"Hiss!"

Grey s è the little sword flies like electricity, and picks up the belly of the moon.

The sword master itself represents the peak of force in the world.

However, not all the swordsmen are qualified to be worshipped by the royal court.

So this sword, whether it's speed, strength, or fierce momentum, even walked into the deep lane on that day, and rescued Nangong Weiyang in the dusk of Nanshan Mountain.

……

All the cultivators in the court of Yunqin knew that cangyue was also a sword master, and he was also known as the invincible sword master in the level of the master.

The king's court offered a sword to fly out, and was waiting to meet the flying sword of the moon. He was waiting to see his close swordsmanship, which was famous for its hegemony and hegemony.

However, in the moment of hearing the landing of cangyue's feet and penetrating into the earth, what flies out of the sleeves of cangyue is not his red flaming flying sword, but a blood s è long banner.

The middle-aged cloth man's face, which was as steady as iron, turned white in an instant, and his fingertips all made a sound of sword Qi breaking through the air. However, when his flying sword quickly dodged to the side, he heard the blood s è long banner rolled out by Cang Yue's hand, which had bound his flying sword.

Because of the problems of practice and physique, the Xiyi people seldom have the master of the imperial sword, but they have their own unique flag soul soldiers, which are specially used by M é n to control the flying sword.

"You!"

Knowing that he has made a fatal mistake, the soul power in the middle-aged cloth man's body is all gushing out of his hands, trying to break away from the control of the blood s è long banner in the hands of Cang Yue.

However, the soul power of cangyue is more powerful than that of him. Especially at this moment, shuangtui is slightly bent. When he stands still, there will be more power in his body pouring into the blood s è long banner.

The grey s è flying sword is like a beetle falling into the spider's web, which is constantly buzzing and trembling.

Hearing the body of cangyue, there is no pause.

Between the blood s è changfan and the flying sword enshrined by the king's court, his feet were pulled out of the soil, and he just jumped in front of the middle-aged cloth man.

"Song Siyuan?"

He made such a sound in the blood red double Chun, as if to verify the identity of the middle-aged cloth man.

Just when the voice came out, he had already hit the middle-aged cloth man with a fist.

"Peng!"

The middle-aged cloth man also punches, and hears the person Cang Yue hard to pick up a record.

His body immediately glided back six or seven meters, and blood was oozing from his mouth and nose.

There was almost no gap between them. His back sliding body had not stopped on the ground, and the second fist of the smell man Cang Yue had come to him.

At the moment, everyone can see that although he is extremely strong, he still can't be the opponent of Wen rencangyue. However, the middle-aged man in cloth is very clear in his heart. If he dodges and escapes at the moment and can't get some time, Chen Mu behind him will die in Wen rencangyue's hand immediately. So in the face of the second fist, the middle-aged cloth man felt a little bitter, but his eyes flashed a different and decisive light, "Peng!" His second punch collided with the moon again.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth and into the two deep gullies ploughed out in front of him.

He felt that a lot of bone cracks had appeared in one of his arms, and the internal organs of his body had shaken many tiny wounds and were bleeding constantly.

The moon still hasn't changed a bit.

His fist still did not tremble at all, and appeared before him again.

Lu, a middle-aged cloth man, smiled a little bitterly. He punched again and blew out all his remaining strength.

"Peng!"

Between heaven and earth, there is another storm.

This middle-aged cloth man can no longer stand firmly on the ground, in the blood gushing, his whole person decadent flying in the countless broken grass, heavy fall to the ground.

His stiletto grey s è flying sword stopped struggling and died decadent. It also slipped in the red S è long banner.

Hearing the man cangyue just glanced at him lightly, his body continued to leap up and move forward.

Chen Mu is flying back.

Looking at the fall of the middle-aged cloth man, he bit his teeth and the corners of his mouth were dripping with blood. But he knew that if he died, the sacrifice of the middle-aged cloth man would be meaningless.

So he tried his best to retreat, and wanted to make a big drink at the same time. However, at this time, in the rapid sound of pipa, Cheng Yu waved his hand again and issued a military order: "attack!"

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

“… "!"!

Just for a moment, countless generals and sergeants shouted and roared, horses and chariots, armor and swords were entwined, which filled the whole world like tens of thousands of thunder regiments rolling down on the earth.

Originally, the stagnant Black s è ch á o water suddenly turned into numerous black streams, which surged wildly!

Three figures rushed from the back of Chen Mu crossed his body and resolutely faced the smell of the moon.

A silver spear first broke through the air and stabbed at the mouth of Xiong who heard the moon, bringing out the roaring sound of rolling rocks in the air.

It seems that the blood red S è banner in Cang Yue's hand suddenly lost its power and fell down softly, but at the same time, there was a red light in his hand.

The flaming sword like the red glow has not yet flown out of his hands, but many people know that the closer you hear the sword path of cangyue, the closer you are to your body, the stronger your strength will be.

The red light of sword was cut on the silver spear.

Only with one sword, the extremely powerful silver s è long gun was shaken and flew out. The bearded cultivator who originally held the silver s è long gun had his hands dripping with blood, and the mouth of the tiger was completely split.

One on the left and one on the right, a black armour general and an old Confucian attacked Wen Ren Cang Yue at the same time.

The commander of black armor held a black s è long sword, but at this time, it was less than a few feet away from the moon, and the black s è long sword also flew out!

This black armor general is also a sword master!

The whole cloud Qin Dynasty has to deal with Wen Ren cangyue. How can there be only one saint in this place where the whole victory is decided?

This black armour disguised his leading position very well, pretending that he had no saint's cultivation at all. At this moment, he suddenly stepped out and saw that the moon was too late to dodge.

The brow of Cang Yue is slightly wrinkled.

He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary black armor general was so powerful. Between frowning, he let out a deep murmur. He had more than half of the soul power in his body, and was instantly out of Xiong's mouth.

The reason that ordinary practitioners send out the soul force through their hands Ji and penetrate into the soul soldiers is that they can avoid most important organs and avoid the impact of soul force on the internal organs as much as possible.

How terrible is the soul power of a holy master. At this moment, the internal organs in Cang Yue's body are suddenly dislocated and there are many cracks in the body.

But he just made a groan, but there was no change in his face and his iron body.

The air in front of him seemed to turn into an iron wall at this moment. The flying sword flying out of the black armour general's hand is flying in an extremely difficult posture, while the long thorn in the hand of another old Confucian is almost oppressed and solidified in the air.