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Chapter 53: The Demon Throws Down the Tent


Both cultivators were extremely fast.

From time to time, one of them rushed left and right, and there were afterimages behind him, like a big snake swinging forward extremely quickly on the official road.

The other figure was on the ground, curled up slightly, his hands were constantly pressing on the ground, and from a distance, it looked like a projectile bouncing rapidly on the ground.

These two people are undoubtedly the kind of people who are the best at dodging arrows.

Unless it is an army of hundreds of arrows, I am afraid that it can use the means of covering blows to shoot these two cultivators, just one archer, how can it lock the next position of these two cultivators and shoot these two cultivators Lei Jing, the female cultivator of the Qingyuan County Guard's Mansion, already had the idea of chasing after those two cultivators at this moment, because she had also reacted, the original archer had been killed, and at this moment, the one who used the arrow had been replaced.

And her heart is bright at the moment, for the entire battle situation, that archer is extremely important and must not be killed.

However, before Lei Jing could really move, in the perception of all the cultivators, there was suddenly a murderous aura in the sky.

All the cultivators knew that the archer who had come out of nowhere had already fired his arrows at this moment.

The eyes of all the cultivators couldn't help but gather towards the two cultivators who were rushing forward.

What was shocking was that a black metal arrow accurately locked the position of the snake-shaped cultivator and descended on the cultivator's body In the hands of the practitioner were two short knives like ivory.

At this moment, the terrifying cultivator took out his two swords and slashed into the body of this black metal arrow, but this arrow was too fast, and the two blades only brought a dazzling fire on the body of the arrow, and the violently rotating metal arrow still pierced the cultivator's body.

"Poof" The cultivator was slammed and did not fall, but his forward momentum was completely contained, and he fell to his knees, but a black arrow tip came out of his back with a puddle of blood.

An even deeper shock appeared in the eyes of the thin cultivator who was extremely fast.

This thin cultivator with a black mask and a very fast knife technique is Zhen Kuai, the leader of the secret agent who separated from Xu Qiubai after Biluoling, and he is also the president of this assassination after following clues all the way from Zhongzhou City to here.

He knew very well in his heart that the archer Wu Quan on their side before, although he could not be compared with Xu Qiubai's first archer in Biluoling, he was already one of the top archers in Damang, but at this moment, the archer who killed Wu Quan was even stronger than Wu Quan Such a judgment only flashed in Zhen Kuai's mind.

In the sky, another breath of slaughter has descended.

The second cultivator, who was constantly exerting force on the ground with both hands and constantly advancing at an extremely fast speed, looked up in shock.

Then he found himself locked onto a falling black metal arrow.

It's a unique feeling that only practitioners have.

It feels like you've been locked in by the opponent's blow, but you can't dodge it.

Because the speed of perception is always above the speed of the body.

He felt in horror the black metal arrow falling, piercing his left shoulder, and felt the violently rotating arrow cluster tear through his internal organs, causing blood to gush from his body, causing his vitality and strength to drain rapidly.

Many Yun Qin heavy armored soldiers who were not willing to rush to kill looked at the two fallen cultivators, watching the two branches fall and pierce into the bodies of these two cultivators, they could only see the black metal arrows clearly, although they only felt that this archer was very likely to be a reckless cultivator, but Yun Qin advocated bravery, and saw that the two cultivators who ran up before were so fast in their eyes that they could only see a trace of afterimage and wind dust were directly knocked down by the two arrows neatly, and most of them also let out a roar like cheers.

Lei Jing's body froze, and the shock in her eyes exceeded the joy.

She could only be sure that in the years she was in the Thunder Academy, none of the students in the Thunder Academy could reach such a level of archery skills.

Zhen Kuai's body also paused slightly at this moment.

A chill began to creep through his heart, and he knew that from now on, the situation was completely out of his control.

From now on, the only way to do this is to use death to pile up the death of your opponent.

Zhantai Qiantang naturally didn't know Lin Xi's identity at the moment, but such two arrows made his originally somewhat gloomy eyes suddenly appear some light.

He was also slightly curled up, and his body that seemed to have some strength also stood up straight.

The moment he stood upright, his indigo sword stabbed straight at a cultivator who leapt towards him.

This cultivator was also holding a long knife, a black and simple long knife that kept coming out with many crimson sparks under the concentration of soul power.

"Zheng" The indigo light pierced the long sparkling knives with an extremely piercing metallic crash.

The cultivator accurately used the thickest part of the back of the sword to block the stabbing tip of the sword.

However, in the next moment, this long knife that was permeated with his surging soul power still couldn't stop Zhantai Qiantang's sword, and it broke at the tip of the sword.

The indigo sword continued to move at an alarming speed among the shattered metal shards, piercing the cultivator's flesh.

"Knock" The tip of the sword pierced into the flesh and blood of this cultivator, but instead of smoothly cutting through the flesh and blood, it made a dull and difficult crashing sound, like a giant log, hitting dozens of layers of kraft paper.

With a snort, all the exposed skin instantly turned vermilion.

The indigo blue sword didn't enter his body even a foot, but it was stuck for a while and couldn't get out.

A look of sadness appeared in Zhantai Qiantang's eyes, which had become brighter.

This is the high-level cultivator of the Thousand Demon Cave, the Thousand Demon Cave was originally under the control of Li Ku, and should be loyal to him and to a new era of great recklessness.

However, at this moment, this cultivator of the Thousand Demon Caves has instead become a blade against him.

Zhantai Qiantang quickly took a breath in a faint sadness, because he knew that the most tragic moment in this battle had come.

A cultivator who was charging into the heavily armored cavalry formation suddenly paused.

The black clothes on his body swelled out as quickly as if they were inflated.

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Seeing the stagnation of this cultivator, a school officer roared sharply, his legs struggled to clamp the horse's body, and a heavy spear in his hand took advantage of the opponent's figure to pause, and sprinted fiercely on this cultivator's body.

However, what made the school officer's pupils shrink instantly, the cultivator who was originally holding the odd-shaped sawtooth knife just slid backwards.

The tip of the spear in his hand pierced the cultivator's outer clothes, but he was not able to pierce the cultivator's flesh and blood.

In the middle of this breath, the black clothes on this cultivator's body were all torn, and they were torn apart by the muscles and blood veins bulging under his clothes.

The cultivator's figure was drastically huge, and in an instant, it became as big as usual, and his exposed skin all turned black, and swollen blood veins, like twisted runes, appeared on the surface of his skin.

"Demonic Transformation" As soon as such a word appeared in the mind of this school officer, his whole person was already spurting blood from his mouth and flying backwards.

Not only him, but even the horses under his seat were forced to crash backwards and fly out.

In Lin Xi's eyes, this Purgatory Mountain cultivator who had completed the Hulk-like transformation was like a tank, running over all the way, and then his hands landed on the chains attached to the indigo long sword.

He had already seen the cultivator's magic transformation, but after sending out two arrows, he had not made a move.

Because the medicine to restrain the magic transformation is the highest secret of Qingluan Academy, although he has always carried it close to him, it is naturally impossible to use it in such a place, and his hands also need a certain amount of recovery time.

The most important thing is that Yun Qin's control over cultivators was originally extremely strict, and the secret library of the officials was originally dedicated to recording the information and whereabouts of cultivators, not only the cultivation and specific whereabouts of some cultivators whose whereabouts were not erratic in the court and among the people would be recorded, but even some repeat offenders, the general cultivation and some key information would be constantly updated.

It was not easy for the cultivators to enter Yunqin from the border between Da Mang and Yun Qin, and at present, among this group of cultivators, there are not only cultivators from the Thousand Demon Caves, but also elite disciples of Purgatory Mountain who can control the demon transformation.

So he can wait for a more necessary opportunity to strike again.

The cultivator of Purgatory Mountain, who had mastered the demonic transformation, held the chain attached to the indigo sword in both hands.

At the same time, a cultivator flew up.

This cultivator is like a legendary demon, with a black mist on his body.

A huge black flag, embroidered with a huge ghostly rune, carried him like a flying carpet.

At this moment, the edge of this huge black flag rolled downward, covering it like a tent, covering Zhantai Qiantang in it.

In an instant, countless air currents in this "black tent" impacted, and countless strange-shaped bumps were washed out of the flag, as if there were countless ghosts sticking their faces to the flag, trying to get out of the inside.

"Boom" At the same time, the soul power between the hands of the Purgatory Mountain cultivator who had already changed into a demon shook violently, and a cloud of black light exploded, and it had already begun the most original soul power wrestling with that chain: