The strong man in laughter rushed towards the lamb-like clergy.
Blood was splattering everywhere, and the screams of death rang out.
The corpses were everywhere in white priest robe.
The originally white robe was covered with blood and ashes, and it looked so miserable...
Where is the strong man?
He was like a demon, crazily harvesting life...
The blood spread all over him, but he didn't even blink his eyes.
He danced his iron rod in the clergy, as if he was entering a nobody's land, slashing and slaughtering wildly. The iron rod had already revealed its original true face at this time. The irregular serrated teeth on the rod were still stained with meat. The blood trough had already been dark red, and blood was constantly flowing from here, continuously...
He laughed loudly in the blood and corpses. His laughter was extremely penetrating. Coupled with his ugly face, he was simply a demon from hell, but the demon was wearing a white priest robe. Strangely, although he killed so many people, his blood was splattering everywhere, but no even a drop of blood splattered on him.
The white pastor's robe is still so white and so clean.
No one dared to approach him within three feet of his body. He didn't seem to want to kill him, but just stood among the corpse and laughed loudly...
"You are the savage priest Hans!" The pope twitched and said in a tone that was too cold to be colder.
"Do you know my name?" Hans stopped laughing and a fierce smile appeared on his face.
The pope looked at the center of the venue, and the arrogant man with black hair and said slowly: "It's hard not to know the dark night mercenary group of black haired demons!"
Although the Pope was talking to Hans, it did not mean that the others stopped.
"Haibo Slash..." The gentle voice sounded again, but this time there was not only a sound, but also a dark blue sword.
Anyone who was slashed by this sword was moist and his body was separated...
"The perfect combination of water elemental magic and sword skills, Mei Zhong has irresistible power, and is worthy of being the romantic magic swordsman Cardi!" The pope still said in that slow voice.
It seemed as if the people Cardi killed were not his subordinates.
On both sides of Hans and Cardi, one of them was shocked by the sound of killing, and the other was elegant and beautiful, but on the other side, there were silently falling down a large number of people.
Shadow, yes, that's right!
A strange shadow shuttles through the crowd. In an inconspicuous corner, an arrow or dagger that has been tempered with poison can kill people without any precautions at any time.
"Shield of Light!" The shadow suddenly sounded softly.
Only then did everyone look at it and see a white shield shining in front of the shadow. An old priest was sweating and barely stood firm.
"The thief Nabanik is indeed well-known. His weird assassination ability makes people unable to guard against..." The pope said, looking at the black shadow.
"Since I have expressed my nickname, I'm sorry to all readers if I don't do anything!" The black shadow sighed when he heard this, and a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The man was covered with black clothes, and even his face was covered with black facial scarf, leaving only a pair of dead fish eyes exposed.
Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped into the bodies that had just died.
The pastors didn't know what he was doing and immediately stared at it with wide eyes.
I saw this guy dancing with his hands quickly. In a moment, the complete armor, weapons, jewelry and other things on the corpses around him had disappeared, and only naked corpses remained in place.
"This..." Everyone's chin fell sharply.
"The name of a thief is indeed worthy of being famous!" Even Chu Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head, muttering.
"Looking for death!" To the north of the palace, a man faced a crowd of hundreds of times more than him, but did not stop at all, and a cold voice rang in the air.
It's like ice from an extremely cold area.
Holding a sword in his left hand and hanging his right hand on the side. He faced so many enemies, but he did not take the lead.
Don’t he know the saying that he should act first and suffer the consequences?
He rarely speaks, but he is as frugal as a treasure; his people are very ice-like, like ice cubes, and few people see his sword.
Anyone who is not his friend who has seen it is dead.
The knight, swordsman, and priest were all moved.
The white light elements gathered wildly, and every knight and swordsman's armor flashed with white light. This is blessing magic and a kind of auxiliary magic.
The knights and swordsmen have rushed towards him.
But he had no intention of moving.
He still held the sword in his left hand, without any tension, but was a little relaxed.
His eyes were always closed, as if thousands of people were insignificant in front of him.
It's approaching, it's approaching!
The sword is surrounded by swords, sword light, and the fighting spirit emitted from the sword body makes each sword look faster and sharper.
If so many swords were swung down, who could stop them on the Gods and Demons Continent?
He moved.
His right hand slowly moved towards the hilt of the sword.
Hold it!
His speed was extremely fast, almost at a critical moment.
But at this moment, in everyone's eyes, his speed was very slow, as if he was slowing down the motion.
One can see clearly the trajectory of his hand passing through the air and the spiral force his hand carries when touching the hilt of the sword.
The ‘Chung-Cang’ sword has been unsheathed!
The sound is crisp and long, the sound is like a dragon's roar, the sword body trembles, the cold light shines, and the eyes are dazzling.
Anyone who sees such a sword will not help but praise it: "Good sword!"
A sword is a good sword, and a person is not bad either!
Such a person, such a sword, wouldn’t he know that the consequences of blood will be revealed as soon as the sword is unsheathed?
Time passes very slowly, but the sword light is fast.
How fast is it?
It was almost as if the human eyes blinked slightly, and the sword light flashed and the sword had returned to the sheath.
His man stood still and turned around and walked step by step towards the original road.
His pace was very steady, as if he was stepping back step by step.
Everyone around wanted to laugh. They suddenly felt that this person was a pack of grass with embroidered pillows, such a good sword and such a cold person just now, but now they saw many enemies and ran away if they couldn't beat them.
Only the few people on the field looked at that person and their eyes changed.
Becoming confused and frightened.
"On the Gods and Demons, someone has practiced his sword skills to such an extent. Your sword is really a demon sword. Your nickname should be the demon sword Nabalu!" The pope sighed after seeing it.
After a while, blood columns surged from the necks of the people standing still.
Looking at their big eyes, I'm afraid that these thousands of people will not understand how they died until they die!
Quietness, absolute silence, to be precise, it should be dead silence, silence in death!