Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 3: Because I am a genius

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A black-clothed swordsman who abandoned his bow and took his sword broke his skin in the rain, turning into a hazy mass of flesh and blood falling to the ground.

Even if the heart is like a rock, these swordsmen in black have completely red eyes, and roar that doesn't look like a human being.

However, the woman in white still stood still, only raindrops and other people's blood spilled on her.

The sad-faced middle-aged man and the green shirt "Master" holding an oiled paper umbrella came together, but they still only looked side by side, watching the last black swordsman fly upside down amidst the screams Come out, fall on the ground, no more sound.

On the muddy official road, only the white-clothed woman, the sad-faced middle-aged man, the green shirt "Master" holding the oil paper umbrella, and Li Qilong holding the judge's pen stood.

For a while, the world fell silent, only the patter of rain was humming, and no one took the initiative.

The woman in white has already dropped the **** sharp axe, her eyes first fell on the peculiar hair style of the sad-faced middle-aged man, and asked calmly and indifferently: "Are you from the south?" /

"Junior Qiu Luosha, who studied under Longji Cliff, is from the south of the princess." The sad middle-aged man nodded and bowed slightly. Although he was slightly older than the white-clothed woman, he was very much in his heart. It is clear that the other party can be called senior in terms of identity or cultivation level, so his eyebrows are very natural, and he is more at ease than just before.

"That is the student of Thousand Demon Cave." The white-clothed woman nodded lightly: "It will take at least two months to travel from Thousand Demon Cave to Rudong Tomb. You have worked hard."

The middle-aged man with a sad face and the "Master" in the blue shirt who has been hiding under the oil paper umbrella are all slightly startled. They have tried countless times in their minds how to face this man with the Yunqin Empire flowing in his body. The white-clothed woman with the most noble blood, however, did not expect that the other party would say such a sentence when actually facing it.

"It's not hard." After a few breaths of silence, the middle-aged man with a slightly stiff expression shook his head: "The junior has been in Qianxia Mountain, so it is not too far to get here."

"My Yunqin Empire has always emphasized martial arts and more courage... After you die, I will ask someone to transport your bones back to Qianxia Mountain, so that you can return to your hometown." The white-clothed woman looked at this sad face The young man said lightly.

If her words were changed to others, perhaps anyone would feel arrogant and arrogant to the extreme, but from her mouth, the sad middle-aged man leaned forward slightly and acted solemnly. A gift: "Thank you seniors for your kindness."

The woman in white nodded slightly and turned to look at the green shirt "Master" under the oil paper umbrella: "So what about you?"

Qingshan "Master" was silent and did not respond. The corners of the white-clothed woman’s mouth were slightly cold, and she stopped saying: "Which one of you will come first?"

The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly: "Then the younger generation will come first."

The rain continued to fall, and an agitated clear sound suddenly sounded between the sky and the earth. The sad middle-aged man's right hand cotton robe and sleeves were all torn apart, and a purple thin sword was dragged out in the air because of its extremely fast speed. There was a afterimage, and the woman in white was killed!

The white-clothed woman took a light step, and the snow-white giant axe in her hand swept out, accurately slicing on the purple thin sword in the middle-aged man's hand, making a deafening sound.

The middle-aged man with a sad face trembled lightly, his whole body was shaken by the powerful force, and he fell into the mud a few meters later. His complexion became much paler, but his hands were as thin and transparent as ice flakes. The purple long sword was not damaged in the slightest, only a trace of purple light was moving on the blade.

"Ziyu... really is a disciple of Thousand Demon Caverns." As if knowing the thoughts of everyone in front of her, the woman in white did not attack, but just nodded slightly in approval.

The middle-aged man with a sad face smiled bitterly again, and the rain curtain rang with a sharp and clear sound again. His man and sword broke through the mist again and reached the woman in white. However, the movement of the woman in white is still very simple and simpler than this one. The middle-aged man's faster battle axe made the middle-aged man withdraw the sword abruptly, put it in front of him, and then flew out again miserably.

"When... When... When..."

The purple sword shadow keeps circling beside the white-clothed woman, the sad middle-aged man is flying around the white-clothed woman like a big bird, but his face is the result of the battles. Becoming paler, the right hand holding the sword became more trembling, and drops of blood began to pour out of his mouth... Then, drops of blood dripped from his nostrils.

The face of the white-clothed woman was not half impatient, she just waved the battle axe, forcing the middle-aged man to step back again and again.

Suddenly, she took another step forward. There was no particularly huge aura coming out of her body, but when this step was taken, the middle-aged man could no longer support her. The yellow light on her body was like candlelight. When the purple long sword in his hand was blocking the giant axe, it was shaken off from his hand, and the sword body was hit heavily on his own body.

As if not being struck by a thin sword, but by a sledgehammer, the sad-faced middle-aged man’s chest sank in an instant, his hands dropped weakly, and he flew backwards, falling heavily into the mud. between.

The blood in his mouth and nose trickled out, making him unable to breathe at all, but his expression turned out to be very calm.

"Brother Ouyang, it's up to you." I don't know what kind of perseverance and will drive, after suffering the already fatal trauma, this Wangmang Dynasty army clearly understands what this means than Li Qilong Fang Qiang did not die right away, but weakly looked at the gray-black rain curtain above, mixed with a mouthful of blood and rain, and said such a sentence.

The green shirt "Master" holding an oiled paper umbrella silently bowed to this strong man who was trapped in the mud.

As he bends down deeply, the rain around him is suddenly restrained by the vibrations in the air, and everything seems to slow down.

"Crack..." The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was completely shattered in a strange and powerful tremor, and it broke apart in the rain, revealing a pale and young face.

The name "Master" in the blue shirt who was previously hidden under the pergola and then under the oil paper umbrella, his hair and eyebrows were all snow white.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

This tragic and determined white-haired man was filled with his face. His heart suddenly made a drum-like sound. With this sound, the blood vessels under his skin bulged one by one and became It was thick and hideous, and began to turn into a terrible black, like black lines appearing on the body.

"Purgatory Mountain!" Li Qilong, who stood still in the muddy official road, looked at the abnormal change that happened to the green shirt "Master", and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. I don't know if it's because of the cold or panic.

Suddenly, he was completely lost, and the pair of judge pens in his hand fell into the mud, crying like a raped woman: "Impossible! How could you be from Purgatory Mountain? !"

As the middle-aged uncle left Lin Xi’s admonition, there are too many unknown places in this world, there are too many strong people, the Yunqin Empire has the Qingluan Academy, and the Wangmang dynasty in the south also has purgatory. The existence of mountains.

It's not terrible to be strong. What's terrible is that the strong who walked out of places like Purgatory Mountain would appear next to him.

Since there is a strong person with the cultivation base of Purgatory Mountain, what else do you have to do?

"Have I experienced a lot of battles, and finally climbed to a high position like the Mausoleum, yet I have not come into contact with the so-called martial arts?...Is it just a chess piece played by those people at will?"

Originally, he had achieved the position of Mausoleum. He thought he had entered the real power class, but only now did he vaguely realize how shallow and ridiculous he was before.

The whole body of the middle-aged man with a sad face sank on the muddy ground twitched violently, and a strange convulsive sound was heard in his collapsed chest. The blue shirt "Master" with black blood streaks on his body knew that this man had a sad face 'S middle-aged man has reached the final juncture, and he is also very aware that this sad-looking middle-aged man is holding on so hard just to see the final result, and this kind of hard holding must be incomparable Pain, so he wants to end this matter soon, so he took a deep breath with the greatest strength of his whole body, allowing the spirit power in his dantian to run through his blood.

The rain and mist outside him suddenly turned into white air, but just when he was about to take a step towards the woman in white clothes, his expression suddenly tightened, and he suddenly felt that the surrounding air suddenly had A strange shock.

Furthermore, this strange shock came from under his feet, from the mud of the ground.

Suddenly, this strong man from the sacred land of Wangmang Dynasty thought of a certain possibility, and suddenly raised his foot, as if he was about to smash the entire muddy official road. However, it was too late. An extremely faint sword light shot out from the muddy mud, bypassing his foot, and then suddenly accelerated, making an astonishing whistling sound in the air, with a soft "pop", this The sword light cut off all the black blood veins that protruded on his right neck, and flew into the sky, floating above his head.

The green shirt "Master" covered his neck, but the black blood still shot from his fingertips like an arrow.

He stared at him. It was only then that he could see clearly that the girl in Tsing Yi who had been sitting in the front of the car had already walked out of the car filled with black feather arrows, and looked at the sky above him seriously. Flying sword.

The flying sword is a broken sword without a handle, slightly silver, with cold light flashing, besides some delicate runes, there is also an obvious ice-like crack.

"How is it possible!"

The green shirt "Master" slowly knelt down in the big pit he stepped out, and the rainwater accumulated in the pit flooded his waist and abdomen. He looked at his two horned pigtails with a childish expression. It is the girl in Tsing Yi who completely ignores the blood on the ground and the broken body, her eyes are all confused and incomprehensible: "How can it be...you are only this age, how can the imperial flying sword exceed fifty steps, how can you achieve the cultivation level of a holy master? !"

Perhaps because he knew it was futile, he let go of the hand covering his neck, and black blood spouted from his neck even more unscrupulously. Seeing the steady flow of black blood, the girl in the green shirt frowned slightly, but still seriously answered: "I was born with a tender face... and I am a genius."