Chapter 1589

"Qiang..."

The golden spear and the blood stained sharp knife collided with each other, and the battle broke out with a sharp sound. The frequency was so high that it almost pierced the eardrum!

After the riot, an endless stream of guards rushed out from all directions, like a golden torrent, sweeping towards the rioters.

The timely dispatch of the holy guard eased the chaotic situation slightly. This inhuman killing was temporarily contained. Those thugs who did not know but came out of nowhere shifted their targets and slashed the butcher knife originally aimed at the believers to the holy and dignified holy guard!

Massacre instantly transferred to fight!

It was bloody, but there was no relief.

To be able to serve as a saint is of course one out of ten thousand. However, those thugs who dare to make trouble at the entrance of St. Peter's palace and on Christmas day are not the drunkards who will die for nothing.

The 2500 people who stood out from the purgatory drill were just like the ghosts who had just climbed out of the hell. They took the holy guard as the first vent target, waving crazy knives, cruel and tyrannical.

The most important thing is that they are not only merciless to the enemy, but also extremely cruel to themselves. Even if their abdomen is pierced by a spear, they are not moved. They cover the wound with their hands, stand up and fight again until they are completely exhausted.

This kind of fierce and resolute play makes the guards of the temple feel numb.

"Hell?"

Standing in the square, nokiev frowned, but then he denied his guess.

Although the fighting style of these people is similar to that of the demons and monsters in the underworld, their blood evil spirit is still a bit inferior.

However, apart from the underworld, it was hard for him to think of a force that could match it.

In the carriages around the square, the cardinal stood with his hands down. Up to now, the riot is still on the sidelines, waiting for orders in silence.

But his Majesty the holy king stood in front of the main entrance of St. Peter's palace, watching the saints join the battlefield one after another, fighting until he fell down, never saying a word.

A few minutes ago, there was still a lot of jubilation in segantinis. At this time, there were many corpses everywhere, especially in front of St. Peter's palace. There was no need to lay the red carpet deliberately. All the floor tiles had been dyed red, and the slowly flowing blood was gradually spreading to the square where the king was located.

The high-level watching the fire from the other side causes the holy guard to bear all the pressure. You should know that this is the headquarters of the temple. No matter how vicious these thugs are, they are still delusional with more than 2000 people trying to kill the holy king.

At the beginning, the thugs who took the initiative to start the war could still occupy the upper points by relying on the number advantage, but then because the holy guards seemed to be pouring into the battlefield endlessly, their resistance to advance gradually increased, and even now they have begun to lose.

"After all, the temple is still a temple. It is estimated that the standing guard force of segantinis should be 6000 or 7000. This time, the guard force of the temple will only increase continuously. I estimate that there should be 10000 people. At present, these people should be about 2000. They are brave, but it is still night and sky to break through the gate of St. Peter's palace with this strength Tana

Adam sighed.

He and Eve have retreated to a safe position for a long time. He is here to see the play, but he doesn't want to be swept in for no reason.

"You think they're really here to die?"

Eve looked in several directions.

"The real main force has not started yet."

Adam looked around.

It's true that although most of them are believers running around, they can still be seen from the sea of people. Some of them are like rocks in the sea, standing still despite the impact of the tide. They are cold and cool, and are not affected by the atmosphere of panic.

"The hell is here."

Adam saw the origins of these people at a glance, subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and then looked back at the buildings around St. Peter's palace.

In those tall buildings, there are also bursts of breath different from ordinary people, which is opposite to those figures in the sea of people.

"It seems that the real drama has not started yet..."

Adam's voice has not yet fallen, the battlefield has changed!

"Miso!"

The figures appeared as if out of thin air. They were all wrapped up in airtight air, only showing cold and heartless eyes!

The blades in their hands are thinner and narrower, but the threat is more than three points. They attack the key parts of the body of the holy guard with extremely fierce speed!

Because they showed up without any trace, they were fighting with the Mafia, and the defenceless guards were attacked one after another. The shield in their hands had no effect at all. After the scream, their lives were reaped silently,

one surprise led to the death of two or three hundred guards in a flash.

In the square, Cynthia's eyes finally fluctuated slightly.

"Ninja?"Nochiev also saw the origin of these people at a glance, with a cold color on his face.

He really didn't expect that even the Japanese came to join in the fun.

"Your Majesty, I heard that today is the occasion of the 300 year anniversary of the founding of your religion. Abe Xuanji led the whole clan to congratulate you!"

In the bloodbath, a soft but loud voice line sounded in vain, the sound shocked the whole audience!

Tens of thousands of segontinis, including many fleeing believers, raised their heads together.

Among all the people's attention, a white figure came down from the sky. The cherry blossom blade whirled rapidly, and a pink storm swept over her body, then shrouded towards the ground!

The blood flowers burst!

Within a radius of 100 meters, all the golden guards were killed at the same time!

There seems to be a huge blood flower on the ground!

"Bang."

Abe Xuanji fell to the ground just above Huaxin. Then, with a whoosh, the cherry blossom blade, which had harvested hundreds of lives, skillfully whirled into her hands.

The exquisite and gorgeous blade is still spotless.

There was a strange pause in the fierce fight.

"Japanese national master, jiaheliu suzerain, the day before yesterday's list of first an Bei Xuanji?"

Adam was a little stunned and then surprised.

"Why is she here?"

The temple and the Japanese nation have never committed a crime, and have never heard of jiaheliu's enmity with the temple. There is no reason for Abe Xuanji to go through this muddy water, and he still takes the power of the whole clan?

It's a posture that will never die.

Adam couldn't understand.

Not only the LORD God, but even the temple, should never have expected the appearance of Abe Xuanji.

However, since customers have arrived, what should we do?

On the right side of the temple, nokiev stepped forward and blinked to the front of the square.

"Abe Xuanji, I'll meet you!"