Chapter 563

The wind blows down Tang Chuan's cheek, and it also brushes the sense of being on Christopher's face, making his mouth curl up and waiting for change.

Countless white bones crawled out of the corpse, as if they had wisdom, and took the initiative to kill the Crusaders scattered around.

It's just the most common undead, and more high-level undead directly use the previous body, and their combat power is even more amazing, which is no worse than before they were alive.

"I knew for a long time that you would harm our brave soldiers!" Some of the Knights jeered.

When the knights in front of him set out on the road one after another, Tang Chuan, as for those undead, miraculously did not stop him. He just looked on coldly and wanted to see what cards Guangguang had taken this time.

"The destruction of a knightly order really surprised me." He took off his helmet and was a standard blonde with a different smell all over his body.

"What makes me even more surprised is that a human being is actually helping the dead, even if you are from the East! You are guilty He looked at Tang Chuan and asserted that he was guilty without mercy.

"I will tell myself with your blood that I have atoned, with your blood." Tang Chuan sneered and showed no weakness.

"Knights ready!" He went over the heads of the two knights' orders.

"Judgment of the light!"

It was a scroll, held in his hand, from a little light to the whole battlefield.

As we all know, the magic of the light system and the nature of the dark department do not deal with each other, just like water and fire. Whoever is strong will have the advantage. At this moment, the scroll in his hand was invincible, including Tang Chuan, who did not dare to fight easily. Who knows what is inside.

"Stay away!"

I don't know who yelled and scared the dead to avoid. If it was like the light of the priest, they would not be afraid of it. But it was not the light of the priest, but it was made by the most powerful person, which could kill every life here. It also includes Tang Chuan, which is the crushing of strength.

The breath on the scroll is definitely not left by the strength of Xuankong realm, and it is also made by Western friars in Xuanyin realm most of the time.

Speaking of Xuanyin, Tang Chuan regretted that he was too reckless. He came to the dark city so easily and left Qin Yun. God knows what kind of man the dream color knot is, will he occupy the nest of magpie.

As time went by, the light burst out of the scroll, and the light overflowed to the city of darkness. Where the light passes, the dead are all turned into ashes, strong or weak.

Holy light, dazzling light, let Tang Chuan can not help but throw down the array card, cloth a small array, to block.

"Fly up!"

He roared, rarely without elegance. He listened to the fragmentation of the defensive array and the roar of the ghost dragon.

After all, the array was broken. It was only a second before and after, and disappeared between heaven and earth with countless undead.

"Don't worry, the elder has a way to fight against the holy light, but..." the spirit dragon comforted. He was not in a good mood and watched his people die. Even if you and I say it's a good death, it's the same.

As he said, the great elder has a way to fight against the light. I saw the city of darkness surrender, black fog shrouded in the past normal black fog now more than a point of murderous gas, gathered together.

"Ha"

with a dry body and a cold face, the elder stands in the air, with a pair of dead eyes like the eyes of darkness. He drank so much that it seemed that he was left alone between heaven and earth. Even the two winged angels who came down tomorrow could not help looking at him.

He didn't make a blind move. He just let the black fog gather together to form a long snake and hit the holy light. The black fog dissipated from time to time, and the holy light was hard to support.

Even if the producer's strength is higher than that of the elder, he does not appear here. What is the opponent of the great elder who occupies the right time, place and people?

"Retreat!"

The voice of angel from the sky.

"Want to go when you come?" Jie Jie, the three elders, said with a smile that the inconvenience of the elder does not mean that he can not condescend to hunt down the Knights of the temple. Even if he was a member of the Crusade in his previous life, he can abandon everything in order to live.

He was as powerful as lightning, and was not affected by the much weakened light. The skeleton with a little flesh and blood was more terrifying than the simple high-level undead.

"Shura!"

I don't know who gnashing his teeth to say these two words, Shura is a branch of the dead, more powerful not to say, but also has flesh and blood, with a complete memory of the past life.

In the past life and this life, every Shura that has grown to the extreme is just like its name. As soon as it is born, it will attract the Holy See of light to kill him. Very few strong men still need to send people tomorrow to help them to complete their tasks.

Now the undead Kingdom has a divine skeleton, which is about to evolve into Shura. This is not mathematics, nor is it simply one plus one.

"You are looking for death!"

Two wing angel killed, the original beautiful face scattered a trace of sanctity, now became the real murderous spirit.

He could see that all three knights were wiped out, and the Crusaders were almost wiped out. The only thing that can't be done is that darkness threatens the light. A future Shura will not be obliterated now. In a few decades, it will not be impossible for him to kill Shangguang tomorrow. There has been a precedent.The angel's one handed sword sent out a rainbow of gods and killed the three elders. Even if he dodged in time, he lost some flesh and blood.

"Angel, more nourishing than these knights. I remember my predecessor, but I didn't like you hypocrites. This includes you, of course. Power always confuses the mind. "

Three elders Jie Jie said with a smile, mercilessly mocking the light of all tomorrow, that year's light now will not be more than the dark many people, the benefits of dirty, do not need to be explained.

The two winged angels are angry and want to continue to attack. The one handed sword has just been raised, and the light on it has not yet been condensed. A ghost dragon roars by, and the disdainful eyes fall on the battlefield before the dragon breath.

Bang!

However, Christopher made a move. His blond hair was elegant and his eyes were like a knife. He swept through the dead, and there were several little souls that were not destroyed by the light.

With a cold glance, he affected a corner of the battlefield. Many Templar Knights woke up and threw away their cavalry spears and replaced them with Epee swords, from cavalry to infantry.

The other, with a gloomy face and a white beard, could hardly conceal his anger.

He was Sylvester, head of the Knights of the hospital, one of the few of them who had fought in the great war 500 years ago and returned to light tomorrow.

Five hundred years, can not erase the sadness in his heart. In the end, human beings and the dead want to live for themselves.

It was just after the last time that he was not confident enough. He was not willing to push the order of the hospital to the front line in order to avoid its extinction.

This is no joke. The number of troops sent last time may not be as large as this one, but the combat effectiveness is not much different.

He had a cold look in his eyes and no smile in his mouth. He knew that such a fight was useless, and he might fail tomorrow.

"They always underestimate the dead." He sighed, his eyes fell on Tang Chuan, a coagulation, or decided to kill to come, not for other.

Hum!

In a flash, he moved and used a long bow. It was simple and simple. It was not inlaid with gold and silver, nor was there any relief. It was just a big bow.

"This is the long bow that I seized. It is said to come from the East and is very useful." He smiles, bows and arrows.

A loose finger, nine stars in a row out, each long arrow are flaming, like a small sun, blazing on the earth.

Tang Chuan did not dodge, but still fluttered with his long hair. The halberd swept the nearby temple knights, blocking them with their flesh and blood, and detonated the first long arrow.

Boom!

Then, the second to the ninth were detonated in front of Tang Chuan without accident. Despite the heat wave, the raw meat was not able to get close to him.

Tang Chuan doesn't add fireworks to his body. He wants to find the man who started just now. He is not a person who likes to suffer losses.

There it is! Tang Chuan smile, found that the trace of the man, he has been at large, running very fast.

Sylvester has been running. When he saw Tang Chuan stop the nine star serial beads he had learned from the East, he knew that he was not his opponent. There was no reason why he chose to retreat.

Poof!

Tang Chuan was not quick. He said that he was chasing Sylvester, rather he was cleaning up the Knights of the temple and the hospital.

"Kill him!"

A cold voice fell to Sylvester's ears. It was the voice of the two winged angels. The big man on the surface seemed to be unable to see the situation clearly. This Oriental was not able to deal with it.

Without waiting for him to explain, the two winged angel took back the light and once again pierced the light armor of the three elders with one handed sword.

Turning around, Sylvester's face was expressionless, and he still wanted to stop Tang Chuan's attack.

At that time, he was accepted from the hospital Knights' order with this kind of hand archery, and finally survived to become the head of the hospital Knight order.

"You can't kill me!"

He said that he was obviously afraid of Tang Chuan, the strong man who killed Solomon's son of a bitch, and who could break his nine stars without damage.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Tang Chuan turned into a flash of lightning and appeared in front of his eyes, laughing.

"Brush!"

He pulled out a Damascus knife from his waist and chopped at Tang Chuan several times in succession. Without accident, he was stopped by his long sword.

As the old saying goes, an inch is long, an inch is strong, an inch is short, and an inch is dangerous.

The God ghost Fang Tian's Halberd is not so easy to use when it gets closer. It's not as good as the long sword in his hand, which comes from Lin Ruixue's little girl.

"I don't think it's necessary for us to be like this. You're not the soul of the dead, and I don't have a good feeling for tomorrow, otherwise..."

Sylvester doesn't intend to make it clear. It's not good for him. Instead, he will be caught by Tang Chuan.

"Sorry, I'm employed by dark city now." Tang Chuan wielded his long sword, and the sword's awn puffed and puffed for tens of meters.

Sylvester laughed in amazement. What he was afraid of was that Tang Chuan didn't say a word, rather than talk about conditions.Some talk about everything is easy to talk about, but without it, he really has no good end.

At this point, even if the broken arm and leg can be recovered, but the cost is too high for ordinary people to afford, even if Silvestre is the head of the hospital order, he is not willing to give it.

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