Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 43: Why the army is afraid of practitioners

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Because the distance is very close, the painter can see clearly and perceive clearly. There is nothing connected between Lin Xi's hand and the long sword. It is entirely because of the concentration of soul power that the sword flies. come back.

This is the real sword!

However, in the world of cultivators, only cultivators of the rank of saint masters can achieve true imperial swords.

He is already a cultivator close to the peak of the Great National Teacher, but the more he reaches this level of cultivation, the more he feels that he is still an unimaginable distance from the "Holy" stage.

Being detached from ordinary practitioners, with powerful strength, he can even ignore many rules and the "holy" stages of many laws. For him, it is not a door, but a mountain.

Is the opponent a holy teacher?

How could there be a cultivator of the Holy Master rank in such an ordinary business?

Furthermore, if it were a saint, how could he deliberately lower his own cultivation base and have such a confrontation with himself?

But if it is not a holy master, how can the opponent be able to do the sword?

And what's the matter with the golden lightning that hits my body, burns and almost paralyzes half of my body?

In this world, among all the practitioners, only the Changsun family of Zhongzhou can transform into a powerful golden lightning with soul power.

In this very short period of time when the situation of the battle has undergone subtle changes, countless shocked thoughts flooded the artist's mind.

The emptiness of the brain caused by the extreme shock caused the soul power in his body to be used, and there was a real slowness.

"Shit!"

Lin Xi's sword directly struck his face.

The mottled mask on his face split into two pieces and fell from his face.

His left cheek to his right cheek had a terrifying sword wound, but even the blood pouring from the wound could not hide the extreme shock on his face.

"Boom!"

The spirit power in his body finally burst out again.

Lin Xi let out a muffled hum, and her whole body flew backwards at a faster speed again, and her back slammed into the wall at the end of the corridor. The moment her back hit the wall with a dull sound, A lot of bone cracking sounded in his body, but his eyes were locked on the face of the artist.

He could see very clearly that the painter was originally a clear-faced middle-aged man, with a few wisps of beard and slightly higher cheekbones, and his face looked like a desolate teacher.

"How is it possible!"

"Who the **** are you!"

At this moment, the painter definitely could see that Lin Xi, who had fallen to the wall, was injured much more severely than himself, but he was still mad and howled again and again.

The rain eaves above his head have been collapsed by the powerful force bursting from his body. At this moment, the dense cold rain washes on his face, making his face mixed with rainwater to drip, and the wound looks even more terrifying. . He didn't know if it was because of pain, cold or panic, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You don't need to know who I am."

"As long as I remember your breath and know your face, it's fine."

Lin Xi began to cough and coughed up some blood, but his face was very happy. He played very happily. He knew that with his current combat power, if he worked hard with all his strength, it was possible to kill one more. Such a powerful opponent. And he has achieved his goal.

Because if you want to use this painter to deal with Su Zhongwen, you must at least know the true face of this painter and find him from Qingyuan City.

Looking at the artist who couldn't understand at all, and his body trembled, Lin Xi didn't say anything more, just said in her heart and went back.

……

The time goes back to before the count stopped.

Except for Lin Xi, no one knows what has happened in this world in the small courtyard where Lin Xi and Chen Feirong are.

The icy rain is scattered densely in the sky.

The painter, wearing a brown robe and a mask, is walking through a muddy path.

Looking at the very quiet Lingering Garden in the distance, the dryness in the heart of this already strong practitioner in the world became stronger, and his body began to tremble with excitement.

After all, this woman is not only glamorous, but also the great mysterious treasurer who had been widely spread before.

A woman with such an identity is naturally more attractive.

Just like the eldest princess in the Yunqin imperial city, the whole Yunqin, I don't know how many men have sordid **** with her in their hearts, and want to blaspheme her, but they dare not say it. As far as he is concerned, if he has a strong enough cultivation base to even move in and out of the imperial city, the eldest princess will naturally be the first to attract him. He must also enter the imperial palace to play the eldest princess. Make one of the most exquisite paintings on her body, let the world see it, and declare that the world people, they only dared to imagine the woman dirty in their hearts, has been molested by him.

……

Just when the cultivator, who was trembling with excitement because of her own sex, was still several miles away from the Lingering Garden, Lin Xi had already walked outside Chen Feirong's door and knocked on the door.

"Are you leaving?"

Chen Feirong asked in the room.

She didn't take off her clothes, but sat on the bed with her clothes, and when she heard Lin Xi's knock on the door, she also stood up.

"Yes." Lin Xi nodded unhurriedly.

Chen Feirong did not hesitate at all, and did not ask Lin Xi for any reason, she opened the door and followed Lin Xi quickly into a carriage that was already prepared at the side door.

Lin Xi tightened her clothes tightly, put on a bamboo hat, and put on a thick fur coat. With a low drink of "Drive!", this carriage drawn by two of the best horses looked as if away Like a stringed arrow, he rushed out, rushed out of the manor, and ran along the main road towards the city.

The black carriage broke through the rain curtain.

The thunderous sound of horses hooves broke the calm in the rainy night.

A few miles away from the Lingering Garden, the fast-moving painter stopped in shock.

He vaguely saw the carriage rushing out, and then watched the carriage leave at an alarming speed, disappearing into his sight.

"What is going on?"

The painter looked at the direction in which the carriage disappeared. He couldn't understand why the woman was living here well in the middle of the night. Why was she suddenly nervous, and why she left in such a hurry?

……

The cold rain did not stop until dawn, and the training ground of the defenders of Qingyuan City also became a little muddy.

Lee Anting, the leader of Masaru Division, looked at the muddy hard ground in front of him, frowning.

Because there is no icing.

The absence of ice means that the winter for the army has officially passed, and it means that a war between the two countries is about to begin.

The more unknown the Yunqin people are, the more passionate they will want to fight this battle, the more they want to bring the treasonous General Wenren back to behead, but the more generals like him, the more It is clear what price it will cost to fight such a battle and how much life will be paid for soldiers who are loyal to the empire.

A school official hurried over from the camp gate of Daying, and after he came behind him, he immediately saluted: "General, there was a man named Su Zhongwen who claimed to be the adviser and trustee of the Liu Provincial Governor’s family. Bring words here."

"Su Zhongwen? It is indeed the counselor who followed Liu Ziyu. The city defense told me before that I know he is in the city." Li Anting turned around, speaking like a iron-blooded general, and said quickly: "What does he have? Thing?"

The school official didn’t hesitate, and said, “He said that he found a wanted felon, and he can be determined to be the'painter.' It’s just that the artist’s cultivation base should be far above him, there should only be Our military was dispatched to besieged and killed the felon. He said he had managed to lead the felon into the streets of Tianzhenfang at the moment. But there was no guarantee that the felon could stay there for a long time. If our army has scruples and cannot arrive soon, then there is no need to go."

Li Anting's brows suddenly jumped, and a sneer appeared on his face: "Su Zhongwen wants to do meritorious service...but our duty is to protect the peace. If a practitioner can stun us, then we What is the meaning of the army? Why use this clumsy method of agitation to arouse us?"

"Order to go down, let the children go on horseback immediately, the heavy armor army and the crossbow army are dispatched! Go to the Tianzhenfang block to encircle and suppress the felons!"

With a sharp shout, it burst out from Li Anting's mouth.

It was just a few breaths, and the sound of severe military orders exploded in the station, and countless sounds of gold and iron roared in the guard station.

……

A Qingzhen middle-aged teacher holding an ordinary oiled paper umbrella and wearing an ordinary blue cotton robe walks in the alleys.

His brows wrinkled slowly, and the expression in his brows became cold and stern, not at all as peaceful as when he was in the crowded streets outside.

This middle-aged man with a thin jaw and beard is the painter who ran for nothing in the middle of the night last night.

He didn't understand why Feirong Chen would leave suddenly in the middle of the night, but felt something was wrong, and what made him even more inexplicably murderous and shocked today is that someone knew his identity and where he lived. , Let the inn buddy bring him a message and ask him to meet in this street.

Who leaked his news?

What does this man have against him?

Now he is in the light and the other person is in the dark, so he must know who it is.

According to the direction the inn mate told him, the extremely cautious and suspicious practitioner walked forward slowly, and suddenly, he stopped.

Because the front is a cul-de-sac, and there is a wall facing him, there is no way out.

Just as his face became more ugly, he thought about whether he should stay here next, or leave here immediately. When he left Qingyuan City, he felt what he felt and turned around.

He saw a middle-aged scribe who appeared from the alley in the distance.

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