The remaining two companions couldn't help but tremble when they saw Qi Bingxian smashing a head with his scepter, and were extremely frightened.
Qi Bingxian held up his scepter and said: "Praise the Pope!"
There is blood and brain matter dripping from the scepter...
Seeing his cruelty, the remaining two heretics couldn't help but run away. Damn it, where is the archbishop? He is simply more evil than them...
Qi Dangxian said angrily: "Don't even think about running away, you will die under my Avada Kedavra!"
He raised his scepter and threw it away.
Although the power and speed of his full throw are not as good as bullets, they are still very terrifying.
After the scepter flew out, it hit a heretic on the back. The heretic screamed, and a black aura that was imperceptible to the naked eye seemed to come out of his body.
Qi Dangtian rushed up with a "swallow three copies of water", reached out and took the scepter that was about to fall to the ground, used it as a hammer, held it in his hand, and struck the heretic on the back of the head.
"Kill your life!"
Qi Bingjian shouted.
This knock made the pagan's knees weak and he fell to the ground.
But this group of people seemed to have the same ability to withstand a beating, and this time, they were not able to blow their heads off.
But the scepter did have a special ability to restrain them. After being hit, they completely lost their resistance.
"Kedavra! Kedavra! Avada Kedavra..."
Qi Dingxian was annoyed. It didn't matter if it wasn't enchanted. It didn't even increase the physical damage. It had to be knocked three times before it exploded. It was simply too much!
This heretic also fell down because he was shot in the head...
The last white-faced man wearing a Patek Philippe ran wildly with a look of horror on his face. He looked back from time to time and saw Qi Dangxian holding the black scepter in his hand and smiling up at him.
Next to him, a corpse with its head knocked out was slowly falling sideways.
That smile, no matter where the archbishop is, he is clearly the spokesperson of Satan...
"boom!"
At the moment when he looked back, he didn't pay attention to what was ahead and bumped directly into someone's arms. This collision did not knock him away from the person in front of him, but instead knocked him to the ground.
In front of me, a burly man in a suit appeared at some point. He had a holy face, holding a holy book in his left hand and a silver cross sword in his right hand, looking at him coldly.
"Head of the Holy Knights, Robben Ollav..." The white-faced man sat on the ground, his face looking ugly.
Robben smiled coldly and said: "Pagans from the Dracula sect, you want to kill the Archbishop of the Southern District of our Holy Religion? This is the strongest archbishop in the history of our Holy Religion!"
The white-faced man roared: "Go to hell!"
As he spoke, he exploded with all his strength, bounced up, and his nails grew a few centimeters longer at that moment, glowing coldly in the darkness, and dug into Robben's heart.
"The Holy Lord said that there must be light, and then there will be light in this world..." Robben took a step back and said slowly. The cross sword in his hand seemed to carry a sacred golden light.
I don't know if this is the light brought by his spell, but the light refracted by the sword being reflected by the street light.
Robben waved his right hand and with a hiss, one arm flew into the air seven or eight meters high, hovering in the air and slowly falling...
The white-faced man screamed, and before he could retreat, Robben thrust his sword out, and with a pop, it pierced this guy's heart.
"Ah... you Holy Cult... will not die well..." The white-faced man's body convulsed and he slowly fell to the ground. Blood flowed out and was everywhere under the body.
Qi Dangxian rushed over at this moment, caught the arm that was about to fall to the ground in the air, and said: "Is it too heavy a blow?"
Robben frowned and said: "These heretics who want to blaspheme the Holy Lord will deserve to die!"
Qi Dangxian stretched out his hand to open the watch buckle, took off the Patek Philippe, and said: "Uh... I mean you almost hurt the watch I was interested in. It doesn't matter whether you die or not. The main thing is not to damage my watch.
Already."
The corners of Robben's mouth twitched, and his eyebrows twitched three times.
Qi Ding said casually: "The cross sword in your hand is so cool, can you show it to me?"
Robben frowned and said, "Just watch."
Qi Dingtian took the cross sword from his hand and said seriously: "The Holy Lord said that there must be light, and then there will be light in this world!"
"Snapped……"
The streetlight overhead flickered twice, as if it had broken down due to age and disrepair.
The sword in Qi Dangxian's hand didn't shine either.
The corner of his mouth twitched dozens of times, and he was so angry that he wanted to curse. Isn't this ruining the situation?
Robben looked up at the street lamp and was speechless for a while. He even wondered if this guy was some kind of heretic. Why didn't the Holy Lord give this archbishop any face?
"I'd better believe in my Infinite Heavenly Lord!" Qi Dangxian returned the cross sword to Luo Ben, thinking depressedly in his heart.
Robben's perception was very keen. He couldn't help but look at Qi Dangxian with doubts and asked: "Is your belief not pious?!"
Qi Ding said casually: "Shit! You didn't see that I took the bishop's scepter and knocked out the heads of three heretics, right? This is the power given to me by the Holy Lord!"
As he spoke, he raised the scepter covered with blood and brains and said: "Praise the Holy Lord, praise His Majesty the Pope! Amen!"
Robben also reached out and crossed himself on his chest, saying: "Amen."
Then, his eyes fell on the scepter, and the corners of his eyes twitched several times. The scepter, which symbolized the power of the archbishop, was used by Qi Dangxian to hit the dog's head? Moreover, there was so much blood and brains on it, and he didn't even wipe it.
Wiped? Are you sure you are not desecrating the glory of the Holy Lord?
Qi Dang moved his hand, and the blood on the scepter was immediately bounced away, leaving it as smooth as ever.
Robben, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, nodded with satisfaction at this time.
"Captain Erwin, what kind of heretics are these people?" Qi Dangxian couldn't help but ask.
"My fucking name is Robben!" Robben, a high-quality paladin, couldn't help but exploded.
Qi Dangxian coughed twice and said, "Sorry, sorry, Captain Luo Ben, I remembered the wrong person!"
Robben was stunned, what a soldier, he is the leader! The leader of the Holy Knights!
However, Robben was too lazy to correct this guy and said: "These people are followers of the Dracula cult, and they are four of the twelve very powerful believers."
"Very powerful?" Qi Dingxian was stunned, "What misunderstanding do you have about the word powerful? Or is there some difference between our power systems in the East and the West?"
"If you don't have the spirit of Judge Samson, can you blow their heads off?" Robben said angrily, "They are indeed very powerful, there is no doubt about it!"
Qi Dingxian shrugged. As Robben said, these four heretics do belong to a relatively powerful category. In the Chinese martial arts, they can rival the masters of Huajin.