Immortal Devil Transformation Chapter 63: The thorn of smelling people
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As soon as I saw the crossbow arrows shoot out from the enemy, with the pupils shrinking slightly, countless spider web-like cracks appeared on the ground under the middle-aged man in commoner standing behind Chen Mu. Unimaginable breath burst out from him.
The explosive atmosphere pressed Chen Mu even unable to move at all.
His hands grabbed Chen Mu's collar and back, "Get back!" A deep and unquestionable scream came from his mouth, and Chen Mu's entire body had been thrown back by him. Flew out.
Similarly, among the several army groups waiting in silence, three figures have also shot out with a sharp drink.
There were many people who started at this moment, but the speed of these three people was far higher than that of everyone. The breath rushed from their bodies, and even behind the three people formed a stream of air jets like flames.
"Let's go!"
At the same time, Lin Xi, who was still in a strong shock, heard An Keyi's whisper.
An Keyi, who usually has a reading-like tone, has a slight tremor in his voice at this time.
"Meng Su! You are temporarily in charge."
Looking at An Keyi, who had already rushed out like an arrow from the string when she made the sound, Lin Xi took a deep breath and issued a command, pinching her legs on the horse, and she immediately rushed. Got out.
The others did not dare to move without Lin Xi's orders, but Gao Yanan, Bian Linghan, and Jiang Xiaoyi naturally did not have so much scruples, and followed without hesitation.
After a little hesitation, Mengbai patted his horse with a pale face to follow.
……
The middle-aged man in commoner stood in the meadow and directly swept Chen Mu back out. He did not retreat. He just stood in place. The aura on his body was soaring. With him as the center, the ground Shocked, circles of green grass were crushed by the powerful air current into cyan powder fragments, and they floated out.
"Puff!"
Many dull pounding sounds became a continuous sound.
A piercing crossbow arrow with a thin arm, with the heat generated by the sharp friction of the air, fell on the ground in front of him, like a sledge hammer hitting the ground, splashing circles of mud waves.
However, this middle-aged man in commoner didn't seem to see these huge crossbow arrows at all. His eyes were always fixed on Wenren Cang Yue's body.
Just before these crossbow arrows landed, Wenren Cang Yue's hand had already loosened the connected steel cable, and the surging soul power still rushed out of his hand, like a huge wave. In the air in front of him, his rapidly descending body, under the recoil of this airflow, slowed down extremely tyrannically, and landed with a thud.
The middle-aged man in commoner has been waiting. Facing this terrible opponent, he didn't retreat or panic at all, just waiting for the opportunity to shoot.
As soon as Wenren Cang Yue landed, she was enduring a terrifying impact. At the weakest moment, he finally made a real move.
The huge breath that surged wildly outside his body suddenly disappeared, making the distance of ten meters outside him seem to become a vacuum. Instead, it attracted countless blurred grass fragments, and the power in his body was completely twisted One strand was transferred to a small gray sessile sword in his hand.
"Shit!"
The small gray sword flew like electricity, and pointed directly at Wenren Cang Yue's lower abdomen.
The Sword Saint Master, in itself, represents the pinnacle of this world's force.
However, not all sword saints are eligible to be worshipped by the royal court.
So this sword, whether it's speed, strength, or fierce momentum, even walked into the deep alley that day to rescue Nanshanmu's Nangong Weiyang.
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All the practitioners in the Yunqin dynasty halls have heard that Cang Yue is also a sword saint master, and is known as the invincible sword saint master in the rank of saint masters.
This king's court enshrined a sword flying out, and was already waiting to welcome Wenren Cang Yue's flying sword, waiting to see his close kendo, which is famous for his tyrannical power.
However, at the moment Wenren Cangyue’s feet landed and plunged into the soil fiercely, what flew out of Wenren Cangyue’s sleeve was not his flying sword burning like a red glow, but A long blood-colored banner.
The middle-aged man in commoner clothes, who was originally as calm as iron, turned white in an instant, and his fingertips made the sound of scoffing sword energy, but when his flying sword dodged sharply, The **** long banner rolled out of Wenren Cang Yue's hand had already tied his flying sword inside.
The Xiyi people seldom produce the Sword Master because of their cultivation methods and physical problems, but they have unique flag-like soul soldiers that are specially used to restrain flying swords.
"You!"
The spirit power accumulated in the middle-aged man in commoner who committed a fatal mistake gushes out from his hands, trying to break free from Wenren Cang Yue's control of the blood-colored long banner.
However, Wenren Cang Yue’s spirit power gushing in his body is more powerful than his, especially when his legs are slightly bent at this moment. After standing still, more power in his body poured into the **** long streamer. Among.
The gray flying sword is like a beetle falling into a spider web, buzzing and shaking constantly.
Wenren Cang Yue's body did not stay in the slightest.
Between the stalemate between the **** long banner and the flying sword enshrined by the royal court, his feet were pulled out of the soil, and he just jumped to the middle-aged man in common clothes.
"Song Siyuan?"
He made such a sound in his **** lips, which seemed to be verifying the identity of the middle-aged man in commoner clothes.
As soon as the sound was made, he hit the middle-aged man in commoner with a punch.
"Peng!"
The middle-aged man in commoner also threw a punch, stating Wenren Cang Yue forcibly.
His body slid a full six to seven meters back immediately, and blood came out of his mouth and nose.
There is hardly any gap. His body sliding backward hasn't stopped on the ground, Wenren Cang Yue's second punch has already reached him.
At this moment, everyone can see that although he is extremely tough, he still cannot be Wenren Cang Yue’s opponent. However, this middle-aged commoner man is very clear in his heart that if he dodges at this moment, he cannot win some. Chen Mu behind him would soon die in Wenren Cang Yue's hands. So in the face of Wenren Cang Yue’s second punch, the middle-aged man in commoner felt a little bitterness in his heart, but a strange and determined light flashed in his eyes, "Peng!" His second punch once again matched Wen. People Cang Yue bumped into each other.
A mouthful of blood came out of his mouth, sprayed into the two deep gullies plowed in front of him.
He felt a lot of bone fractures in an arm, and the organs in his body had already seen many tiny wounds, and he was bleeding continuously.
Wen Ren Cang Yue still hasn't changed at all.
His fist still didn't tremble at all, and appeared in front of him again.
There was a bitter smile on the corner of the middle-aged man in commoner clothes. He punched again, blasting out all the remaining power.
"Peng!"
There was another violent cry between heaven and earth.
This middle-aged man in commoner can no longer stand firmly on the ground. In the blood spurting wildly, his whole person flew slumping among the countless broken grass, and fell heavily to the ground.
His stalkless gray flying sword stopped struggling, and died sullenly, slipping down the bright red long flag.
Wenren Cang Yue just glanced at him faintly, and then his body continued to leap up and move on.
Chen Mu flew back.
Looking at the fall of the middle-aged commoner man, he gritted his teeth so that blood dripped from the corners of his mouth. But if he died, the sacrifice of this middle-aged man in commoner would have no meaning.
So he tried his best to retreat and wanted to make a loud shout at the same time. However, at this moment, amidst the rain of pipa, Cheng Yu before the golden chariot waved his hand again and issued A military order! "
"Tap!"
"Tap!"
"...!"
In just a moment, the sound of countless generals and sergeants shouting and roaring, the sounds of chariots and horses, armors, and swords intertwined, filling the whole world, like tens of thousands of thunderballs rolling down the big On the ground.
The original stagnant black tide instantly turned into countless black currents, surging wildly!
Santiao's figure rushing from behind Chen Mu crossed his body, resolutely facing Wenren Cang Yue.
A silver spear pierced the air first, piercing Wenren Cang Yue's chest fiercely, and there was a continuous sound of rolling rocks in the air.
The blood-red long banner in Wenren Cang Yue's hand also seemed to suddenly lose its strength, and fell softly to the ground, but at the same time, there was a red glow of sword light in his hand.
The sword burning like a red glow in his hand has not yet flown out, but many people are aware of Cang Yue's close-up swordsmanship. The closer you get to the body, the stronger the strength.
The red glow of the sword accurately slashed on the silver spear.
It was just a sword, and this extremely domineering silver spear was blasted away. The hands of the long-bearded practitioner who originally held this silver spear were dripping with blood, and the tiger's mouth was completely split.
One black armored general and an elderly scholar attacked Wenren Cang Yue at the same time.
The black armored general was holding a black long sword in his hand, but at this moment, less than a few feet away from Wenren Cang Yue, the black long sword actually flew out!
This black armored general is also a sword saint!
The entire Yunqin has to deal with Wenren Cangyue. In this place, where the whole victory or defeat is determined, there is only one sage?
This black armor concealed the lead very well, pretending that there was no sage master's cultivation level at all. At this moment, he suddenly shot, seeing Wenren Cang Yue already too late to dodge.
Wenren Cang Yue frowned slightly.
He never thought that this seemingly ordinary black armored general was so powerful. Between frowns, he let out a low muffled grunt. More than half of the spirit power in his body was instantly forced from his chest. Came out.
The reason why ordinary cultivators use their hands to stimulate their soul power and penetrate them into the soul soldiers is because they can avoid most important organs and try to avoid the impact of soul power from causing damage to the internal organs.
How terrifying is the soul power of a saint master. At this moment, it was forced out of her chest, and the internal organs in Cang Yue's body were heard suddenly, and many cracks appeared in an instant.
But he just let out a muffled grunt, his complexion and iron-like body remained unchanged.
The air in front of him seems to have turned into iron walls at this moment. The flying sword that flew out of the hand of the black armored general was flying in an extremely difficult posture, and the long thorn in the hand of another old scholar was almost compressed into the air.
The flying sword in Wenren Cang Yue's hand flew.
At this moment, he doesn’t have much extra power. His red flying sword is extremely inferior to normal power. However, the flying sword is a flying sword after all, and at this moment, it is pressed by the violent power from his body. General A and the old scholars looked at the red glow of the sword that swept away in an instant, but they couldn't stop them.
The sword light passed, and the two heads flew up.
Wen Ren Cang Yue stepped out again, and the long-bearded practitioner who had originally held the silver spear only withdrew a step in amazement. The red glow of the sword suddenly accelerated, piercing his body, violently The impact even caused his body to fly back.
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