Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 37: Yun Qin Jian
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"It really is Gongsunyang, the first archer of Damang.[~]/"
On the Shenmu Feihe, Li Wu slowly exhaled and said with emotion.
He couldn't see with his eyes, but even at such a high altitude, he could already feel the shocking power of Gongsun Yang when he blocked Da Hei's blow.
Qingluan Academy naturally knows more about Gongsunyang, the top powerhouse of the enemy country, than ordinary practitioners.
Gongsunyang shot one arrow in the Damang King City in the early morning, dusk and late night. Someone from the academy has also been to the scene to see. The shooting position of the three arrows and the strength of the stone, all the data are also accurate. After entering the academy, he came to the conclusion that, as in the case of using the same soul soldier bow and arrow, Tong Wei may not be sure to defeat Gongsun Yang.
So Gongsunyang is a true genius, a true master-level figure in the arrow path.
In this battle, it was also a top-secret killer that the Damang army relied on the most, enough to kill one or two sages on Yunqin's side.
However, such a character hasn't really taken a shot yet, so he is directly damaged here.
Even as someone from Lin Xi's side, Li Wu's emotions at this moment can't help being very complicated.
Lin Xi turned her head and glanced at Bian Linghan, and said, "Is it even, no profit or loss?"
Li Wuwei was stunned. Hearing Lin Xi's calm voice, he thought that he had caused many unnecessary emotions such as regret because of the death of his opponent. He suddenly felt that his understanding of war and emotional control were not as good as Lin Xi, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself. He smiled and nodded: "Ling Han can only make one shot with all his strength. An archer who can kill the saint master can be replaced by an archer who can kill the saint master. In addition to your exposure, your spirit power is also large. Consumption is almost no profit or loss."
Lin Xi thought for a while, and said: "Since the other party must know that it is me... Then I will be arrogant, and do something that will hurt the other party's morale to get back some more capital."
Li Wu smiled.
He didn't know what Lin Xi was going to do, but he knew very well that since Lin Xi said so, what Lin Xi would do next would be very jīng fascinating.
"If you think you will win, then you are wrong."
Lin Xi made a sound, drumming her soul power, and her calm voice fell clearly in the sky.
Then his body shined brightly.
In the chaotic rain, in the hazy sky, like a round of sun, it suddenly rises.
Then Lin Xi drew a red arrow from the quiver, and one arrow fell. /
The target of Arrow is the shabby Nanmo flag.
When the red arrow fell with the fearful white vortex, it turned into a dazzling flame with billowing smoke, like a real meteor.
The one holding the flag is a reckless practitioner wearing the heavy armor of the devil.
Faced with this arrow, the reckless cultivator who could not think of other ways to block it screamed, and threw the flag back with all his might. The heavy body was shocked and jumped high. From the start, directly use the body as a shield to block in front of the military flag.
His momentum is extremely determined.
However, the moment this fireball hit him, it broke away completely, turned into countless small flames, and turned into a larger fire, directly connecting his steel body and the flag behind him. Submerged.
Almost all the soldiers and practitioners of the Great Mang have seen the light on the Shenmu Feihe, and they all saw this arrow.
Although Lin Xi didn't say her name at all.
But at this moment, all the Damang soldiers and practitioners already knew that the one on the Shenmu Feihe was Lin Xi who had been a nightmare to them in the Nanling Province.
At this moment, Lin Xi has turned into a bigger nightmare on their heads.
Even the Great Warlord generals who specialize in beheading the escaped sergeants, at this moment, the hands holding the sword are shaking involuntarily.
"The highest level of warfare is the soldier who has fallen before the battle." In the carriage guarded by the seven court swordsmen, there was a quiet and emotional voice: "If you are in the flat, Lin Xi So far, the battle is divided."
The seven Ping Rì in Damang are also the emperor's proud sons, and the Junyi sword masters who are far beyond the practitioners of the same age are all pale and silent.
Looking at that group of flames that directly swallowed the flag of Nanmo **, and then watching the shining figure on the Shenmu Feihe, their original pride has disappeared, only fear and awe.
……
Shenmu Feihe came to light and converged, and flew back towards the middle of Dongjing City.
A man wearing a black shirt and a black scarf on his face slowly walked out of a line of sergeants and walked to Shen Tu Nian's side... Why, even you have lost faith? "
Shen Tu Nian, who squinted his eyes, turned around, looked at the man in black shirt who didn't make any sound, and said slightly sarcastically.
The black-shirted man took a faint look at Shen Tu Nian: "You and I are grasshoppers on the same root. Why did General Shen Tu say that... I am not the commander of the whole army. Whether I have confidence or not is not an important matter, but Shentu The general would normally not say such a thing, but I am worried that General Shentu’s mood and mentality are going wrong."
Shen Tu Nian frowned fiercely. After a few breaths of silence, there was no anger on her face, but she calmed down: "Even Dean Zhang, he fought extremely hard back then. Shan’s reliable information is not only that the powerful practitioners who followed him died seven or eighty-eight, but even he was seriously injured. In the final analysis, all the people in the 300,000 army at the time, all the still alive practitioners were He was completely afraid, and according to the later information, there were many opportunities to kill him at that time. Even if Lin Xi was of the same existence, after all, Lin Xi was only a practitioner of the rank of scholar. Only three arrows were cast, plus he was released. Bright, he is the weakest moment at this moment."
"It is impossible for the gods to intuitively know everything. Otherwise, those who followed Dean Zhang would not die in the battle of the falling star tomb."
"I’m afraid that even he would think that I would make the most of two or three days... but soldiers, deception, no one knows except myself, my victory or defeat is only in one day Between."
The black shirt man suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Tu Nian.
Shen Tu Nian just stretched out his hand and made a gesture with his five fingers upright towards the several Da Mang generals who were wearing the heavy armor of the heavenly devil behind him.
Several Damang generals suddenly screamed together and rushed out.
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At the same time, in Shaohua Tomb.
He Baihe, who is still in white shirt and barefoot, with his hair **** simply with a piece of cloth, holds a red sword in his hand that is covered with runes like a small carp swimming.
He never used this sword when he confronted Ni Henian in Xianyi Academy.
At this moment, he is waving this sword in a wide street in Shaohua Tomb.
Every time he swings a sword, or on the smooth bluestone road of this wide street, or on the trees beside the road, or on the walls, wooden pillars, plaques, and roof tiles of the shops on both sides, one appears Very thin sword marks.
Because the sword marks are too subtle, after they appear, they are quickly filled with dust, and the marks are not visible soon.
The sword power is like running clouds and flowing water, like wind, like drizzle blowing.
However, his body seems very heavy.
Every time the sword was swung, there seemed to be some blood in his breath, and his face became paler, and he lost a bit of blood.
In the distance, in all directions, in the wind and rain, from time to time there was a violent fighting sound, and the sound of countless ordnance screaming, like a river and a sea, but his sword seemed so focused and calm that This entire street, under his sword, turned into a calm picture.
He has no idea how many swords he has swung in this street, but he still shows no signs of stopping, he is still waving his sword light, although his body is heavy, but his sword power and sword intent, But the unspeakable pleasure and hearty.
Every sword is like drinking strong alcohol.
In the misty rain, Zhou Shoufu's figure appeared.
He Baihe felt his arrival, smiled slightly, stroked his chest with his hand, stopped, panting, and coughing lightly.
Zhou Shoufu looked at him emotionally and said bitterly: "Do you really want to continue doing this?"
He Baihe raised the red sword in his hand and glanced at the old teahouse at the end of the street with a roof full of wormwood. He smiled and said, "Since we have all come here, we must guarantee victory in this battle. …Otherwise it would be meaningless to pay such a big price?"
Zhou Shoufu was silent for a while. He knew that many people in this city would die, and he knew that those who can come here without being frightened would naturally regard some things as more important than their own lives, and he also knew His own admonition was meaningless, but he couldn't help but said: "You are dead, Xianyi's Celestial Sword has been lost."
"Zhou Shoufu, you are a great talent in the country, and you are enough to be my teacher, but... I am better than you think."
He Baihe smiled and said: "Even if Yunqin was founded, in just a few decades, how many powerful practices have been eliminated by Yunqin? There are so many powerful practices that have been lost, and one more. What is the Celestial Sword? As long as Yunqin is there, the Tao in the practitioner's heart is there, and there is no Celestial Sword, there will naturally be other jīng-color unique skills created in the future."
"In other respects, I may be your teacher, but with a vision, you can be my teacher." Zhou Shoufu sighed softly, bowed deeply, and saluted He Baihe, "Sir. The sword is no longer a heavenly sword, but a Yunqin sword."
He Baihe shook his head and smiled.
He said nothing more.
Just continue to be like drinking a strong drink, happily and heartily, using his life as a sword, turning into a sword light.
In the streets and alleys in the distance, there is the sound of piano.
The sound of the piano is sobbing, then melodious and full of heroism. V