The action of slashing the sword in the wind came to an abrupt end.

Two warriors from the Eastern R Kingdom stood still and stood in place like sculptures.

In that old monk in India, they were in a state of retreat.

Also standing there, four hands maintaining the previous seal gesture.

However, the golden light of the skin glazed is gradually fading.

A trace of red blood slowly dripped from the middle of my eyebrows.

The tightly integrated body gradually loosens.

A bloodstain appeared on each of the two old monks' eyebrows.

That sword light was too fast.

It was as fast as if they had already taken the knife.

Plop...

The sound of falling to the ground came one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the four masters corpses stood on the spot.

Seeing this scene, whether it is going to be with Paladin Leonardo or the Onmyoji who has ulterior motives, he can't help but be stunned.

If you do it too smart, you will lose your life.

The eight masters each have their own ideas and only have advantages, but end up with a formal reversal.

A look of panic suddenly appeared in the eyes of the four surviving people.

They never expected the current situation.

The trap that was tied up and damaged was actually cracked so easily by Lin Yu.

Who would have thought that the Dragon King of Black Prison, who has always been alone, secretly ambushed his helper.

The whole audience was quiet enough to hear the needle.

Lin Yu turned his wrist and pointed his blade at the old general from afar.

"I said you will die without a doubt, and even God cannot save you."

The murderous aura was completely confined on the tip of the knife, filled with a strong momentum like ice and snow.

Feeling the surging aura, the old general couldn't help but take a step back slightly.

With the courage and momentum of great victory, who dares to win?

“motherfuker…”

The old general couldn't help but swear words, his red and faint eyes were unstable.

The black scales on the surface of the skin become closer and closer.

Pieces piled up like a layer of armor.

Dark patterns appear and appear on the pitch-black scales.

At this moment, a curse suddenly sounded in my ears: "Baga, trash..."

Two Onmyoji from the East R Kingdom looked at the Great Master Retta kneeling on the ground with a bad look.

"If you cannot regain control of the Tiancongyun Sword and let the holy weapon revive its nature, then the entire Retian family will be unable to escape the ending of Tianzhu."

A sinister voice exuded a cold and harsh murderous intent.

As the guardian of the Tiancongyun Sword, if the holy weapon cannot be regained, the Retian family will be in a catastrophe.

Hearing this, the great priest Retian, who was kneeling on his knees to hold a sacrifice, couldn't help but shivered.

The scene of the destruction of the family emerged in my mind.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth.

He reached out and pulled his kimono top apart, and looked naked.

The waving of the short knife is getting faster and faster.

The wounds became increasingly dense.

The bright red blood flowed down the skin.

He recited mantras in his mouth, echoing and spreading around him.

A low sound resonates with the air.

In a trance, it gives people an illusion.

It seemed that the invisible and traceless air was trembling slightly.

At this moment, the Tiancongyun Sword sounded again.

The narrow and snow-white blade body kept shaking.

At the sharp point, strands of unrestrained and tyrannical power were emitting.

The long hilt of the knife kept shaking, as if it was possible to break free from Lin Yu's palm at any time.
Chapter completed!