Volume 13 Chapter 41

"If you do not rely on these foreign things, you will not win me. / "

" this is bullshit. "

"Though you have won me, how can you let me admit defeat if you insult me with vulgar language and cannot subdue me with reason?"

"What's the reason? According to your theory, soul soldiers are all foreign things. When practitioners fight each other, they can only fight with each other naked. They don't need anything? Wake up, our power, a large part of which is to use soul power to integrate the vitality of heaven and earth, ice, snow, rain, thunder and lightning These forces can be borrowed if you have the ability, you can gather if you have the rune, you can mobilize if you have the practice method None of this work? So we're all sitting here, hitting each other with our souls? So that's a fight? It's better to fight for what else, to be older than others and to practice for a long time. Who can stand and win, who can't lie down and lose? Oh, I'll beat you with the things you don't dare to go to, the time I spend, and the search in those places. That's not called practice? Only when you practice with your eyes closed can you practice? "

This is a dialogue between President Zhang and a holy division in Zhongzhou city. After a series of questions from President Zhang, the powerful holy division who was defeated by President Zhang relying on Da Hei and other soul soldiers was finally silent for a long time, sighed and acknowledged defeat sincerely.

Like Lin Xi, president Zhang didn't belong to the world at first. After seeing many weapons that can save labor and are even more powerful than the most powerful soul soldier in the world, it's impossible for him to follow the rules. Naturally, he would try every way to "be lazy" and find more powerful weapons to make himself stronger.

Some of his ideas are naturally advanced for the world. No one knows. Before he first entered Zhongzhou city with big black, he had been to many places where the footprints of practitioners in the world are not enough to go shopping This course not only made him become the dean of qingluan college after he entered qingluan college, but also brought many cultivation methods, many runes that others didn't know, and some ancient powerful soul soldiers like cultural relics.

Because his ideas are different and his vision is different, when he travels around the world, he brings back many "geeks" and "spooks". These people have carried out some of his ideas and developed a lot of things. So in these years, the weapons of the Yunqin army are always the most powerful. Moreover, qingluan college has some unique level. Craftsmen in the world can't imitate or recreate a soul soldier at all, including Mo Feng, Ao Huang, qingluan war god armor and other armor.

Although the demon's heavy armor is powerful, the general of great mang certainly can't think it's better than the most powerful heavy armor of qingluan war god armor of qingluan college. So when he saw that Jiang Xiaoyi's back generated several long metal feathers like the bird's long tail feather, he knew he would die.

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At the moment, Jiang Xiaoyi's body shape is at least one head higher than usual, but the blue armor is extraordinarily slender and straight, awe inspiring, but also gives people a extraordinarily slim and light feeling.

He drew out his long gun.

The black coating on the gun tip and the friction between the armor of the demons have disappeared, revealing the blue texture. From the gun tip to the gun body, all are covered with the runes like stars and ants.

Seven or eight practitioners in the big mang army, who were wearing the heavy armor of night devils, had not fully reflected what was going on when he took back his long spear.

They could not imagine that their generals in the heavy armor of the demons would die at the stroke of each other.

A young practitioner of Yunqin, who was originally wearing ordinary black armor, suddenly had a heavy armor on his body. Such a thing, even if it fell into their sight, made them feel totally unreasonable for a while.

"Bang!"

The big Mang, who was torn by the fierce force of the long gun, fell heavily on the stone road with a little water, and aroused many thin water flowers.

When such a sound was made, the seven or eight practitioners in the big mang army dressed in the night devil's heavy armor finally responded. At the same time, they made a roar and rushed to the road, which was a very tall and slender blue heavy armor.

Jiang Xiaoyi's long gun was hanging on the ground.

The green point of the gun falls on the hard stone plate, but it is like a sharpened chopstick falling on a piece of tender tofu. Just by self weight, it can be easily pierced in.

This sharp and hard degree makes the big mang soldiers who rush up desperately to avenge their commander full of coldness.

Jiang Xiaoyi looks at these moving metal fortresses running towards him. He has little mood.

The soul force in his body slowly separated out and seeped into the armor on his body.

Some of the tiny gaps in his armor naturally formed runes and lights. These green lights were scattered in the air. Behind him, dozens of bright blue tail feathers were formed, like peacocks opening their screens. The seven substantial long metal feathers behind him, however, fluttered up, flew around him, and then disintegrated, turning into many sharp flying blades, which shot out in a flash.

At the end of each sharp blue flying blade, there are also smaller blue metal wires than Bailian steel wire.

At this moment, the breath of all the night devils and armored sergeants stopped.

In their sight, they could not see the figure of Jiang Xiaoyi at all. The space in front of them was all this dense green flying blade.

In the rain at night there were many sounds of metal cracking.

Because the break seems to come too easily, it sounds like a piece of paper is easily torn.

This night demon's heavy armor is pierced by these blue flying blades, and countless hot blood is sprayed from it.

The green flying blade quickly retracted, and formed seven long metal tail feathers behind Jiang Xiaoyi.

All these tall metal figures fell in front of him and hit the ground.

With the help of these heavily armored soldiers, a monk in the great mang army, who had climbed up from the rubble and was sitting on the ground because of some damage to his armor components, looked at this scene. His despair even overwhelmed the magic power of his eyes.

However, behind him, there was the sound of light cloth shoes trampling on the wet slate road.

There was a splash of water.

But the bottom of the cloth shoes did not make the sound of wet and sticky cloth beating the stone. It seems that the bottom of the cloth shoes is still strangely dry.

Jiang Xiaoyi's eyebrows in the armor are raised slowly.

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The man in the black shirt who appeared beside Shentu Niang appeared in Jiang Xiaoyi's sight. He went to the collapsed archway. He could not get close to the wind and rain when he walked. He held an orange dagger with more than a foot in his hand.

"It's a blessing in this life to see the first heavy armor in the world today."

In front of the rubble of the collapsed archway, the man in black stopped abruptly, stretched out his arms, crossed his dagger in front of him, and said slowly, "you are Lin Xi?"

Jiang Xiaoyi's face was still calm though he picked it on his brow. At the moment, when he heard the name of his friend mentioned by the other party, he felt no discomfort at all, but a warm surge came up in his heart, "I'm not Lin Xi."

The man in the black shirt nodded without making a sound.

It's still just that Hengjian is on the defensive, but his eyes don't fall on Jiang Xiaoyi, but on a small courtyard behind him.

He is a saint. Even though Jiang Xiao is wearing the first armor of qingluan and can fight higher, he can't reach his head. His defensive position is not aimed at Jiang Xiaoyi.

With a squeak, the gate of the small courtyard opened. Because of the expansion of the axle wood in the rainy season, the sound of opening the door is a little strange.

An old woman dressed in the same clothes as the ordinary farmer's wife of Yunqin came out of the courtyard with two thick back knives.

The short sword of the man in black shirt is slightly collected, and the sword is more dignified. "Before the first battle of Huangque temple, it is known that you are the Nightingale of Jiang family?"

The old woman with two long knives looked at him. "Who are you?"

The man in the black shirt bowed his head slightly and sighed: "with World War II I, the victory is not worth mentioning."

Jiang Xiaoyi hears something, the face inside the face armor suddenly turns white, and his hands slowly tighten.

"Maybe I can kill one." The old woman threw out one of the knives, inserted it on the ground a few feet ahead, and looked at the man in the black shirt.

The man in black didn't answer.

In the night behind him, another man with a blue shirt and a white iron mask came out.

His body, also dry, without a trace of rain.

Jiang Xiaoyi's vest has already produced a layer of fine cold sweat. The breath of the other side's body, even if it is so far away, makes him sure that the blue shirt man is also a sword master.

A saint division of the same rank could not cope with the attack of the two masters of the imperial sword at all.

And he also understood that under the two swords, a hundred steps away, he would have countless opportunities to kill, and he could not escape.

He was very clear about the deployment of troops around him. At this time, it was impossible to change some results. What he could do could only be like the Nightingale's reminder, and he could only try to see if he could spell out one of the other's holy divisions.

"Last time you saved me, this time it was my turn to save you."

But at this time, a voice came out of a street in the back.

Jiang Xiaoyi is stunned suddenly.

He knew who the man was, but he was also sure that he would not be here at the moment. Then he fully reflected what had happened, and his heart was suddenly filled with ecstasy.

A man also in a black shirt came out. His face was ordinary, but he was upright and gentle.

"It's even."

The Nightingale smiled, and the wrinkles on her face stretched out. "Now it's two to two."

"Zhongcheng?"

"Even so, you will still lose," said the man in black, holding an orange dagger beside the rubble of the archway

"Why do villains like to say so much?"

A young, let Jiang Xiaoyi more relaxed, the face in the face of the armor unconsciously smile voice, at this time sounded.

Lin Xi and Gao Yanan walk out of the alley of Zhongcheng.

"If you talk a lot, it's only possible that you don't have confidence." After saying this with a smile, Lin Xi looked at Jiang Xiaoyi and the armor on Jiang Xiaoyi, and couldn't help praising: "this armor is really good-looking, it suits you very well."

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