Chapter 702

When Xiao Yifeng holds the Dragon horn in his hand, the Golden Dragon in his head becomes excited. At the same time, he can clearly feel that there is a huge amount of energy in the Dragon horn.

Xiao Yifeng also saw that people from Lingyin Temple and temple came to take the heart of relic and angel. His eyes were slightly narrowed and shining.

"Little wind!"

When Xiao Yifeng came out of the auction, Xiao Han came over.

"Third uncle!"

Xiao Yifeng called kindly.

"How did you think of buying this dragon horn?"

Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yifeng and said lightly.

"It felt novel, so I bought it!"

Xiao Yifeng said directly that he didn't tell the story of the Golden Dragon in his brain. After all, it was too mysterious.

"According to my inference, this dragon horn should not be any ordinary product. You should be careful to avoid being missed."

Xiao Han looks at Xiao Yifeng and reminds him of his concern.

"I see, uncle!"

Xiao Yifeng nodded.

Out of the Baihui building, Xiao Yifeng saw the people in the temple get on a few cars and leave here.

Xiao Yifeng's perspective eyes spread rapidly, and everything within 10000 meters around him was clearly presented in his mind.

"Interesting

Xiao Yifeng muttered to himself, his eyes twinkled with fine awn, and his mouth outlined a playful smile.

On a street several kilometers away from Baihui building, the street has become extremely quiet and cold now, only a few street lamps on the side of the road are shining dim lights.

When the car of the white bishop of the temple arrived here, one of the oldest white bishops yelled, "there's something wrong, stop!"

Immediately, the two cars stopped, and all the white bishops got out of the car one after another. A total of six people, all wearing white robes and holding white scepters, held a box in the hand of the oldest white bishop, in which was the heart of angels worth 20 billion.

Shua Shua!

Soon, a group of figures appeared here, headed by Mr. Du Changlao and Mr. Lantian. In addition to the two of them, there were also three old men, plus dozens of middle-aged men in black shirts, solemn faces and cold eyes. All of them had the strength of vigorous atmosphere.

"Who are you? Do you know who we are? "

A white bishop looked at the group of people in front of him and said, exuding a great dignity.

"We don't want to be against the temple, but we have to get what you have in your hands!"

The old man cheered coldly, and his body was filled with an invisible breath. The round momentum of the condensing atmosphere was directly released, enveloping the surrounding space.

"Hum, no one has ever dared to rob the temple. You are blaspheming the gods. Today, I will take you Chinese people to sacrifice the great God!"

Continued the bishop in white, who spoke just now.

"Templars, kill!"

The bishop in white gave a shriek, and a terrible murder shot out of his blue pupils.

"The Templars!"

This Du Lao hears the other party's words, the facial expression can't help a change.

Then came the sound of heavy footsteps.

The next second, about 30 people, wearing white armor, holding white broad swords and wearing white helmets, appeared here, just like ancient soldiers, with the air of iron and blood.

The leader is a middle-aged man with golden armor, golden sword, blue eyes, high nose and blonde hair. He exudes a terrible smell.

These people are members of the Templar order, which is famous in the temple.

Seeing the appearance of the Knights Templar, the faces of Mr. Du and others became heavy and solemn.

"Kill

The man in the golden armor gave a cold command and waved his sword.

At that moment, the 30 or so Templars rushed towards Mr. Du and others, surrounded them in an instant, one by one exuding a terrible momentum, all of which were the strength above the vigorous atmosphere.

"Protect the young master, kill him!"

That Du old heavy voice shout a way, the body burst out the terror of momentum, the body burst out, double palms repeatedly blow out, on the spot several Templars to blow out, vomit blood to fall on the ground.

The rest of the three old men were fighting one after another, protecting the blue sky while fighting with the Templars.

"Drink!"

The man in the golden armor and holding the golden sword gave a loud shout, and his body burst out. With a loud roar, the man with the golden sword cleaved out at the old man Du. A bright sword shot down and cut a hole in the void.

Du Lao looked at the other party's terrible sword attack. Du Lao's face sank, his body was full of genuine Qi, and his hands were pinching.

A handprint burst out and collided with the sword, which immediately burst out a terrible energy afterwave. A wave of energy afterwave spread out, and both sides stepped back.Shua!

The man in the golden armor was shot out with a sword, and a white light surged on his body. The golden sword in his hand released a sacred energy, which suddenly made the power of his sword soar.

Boom!

Du Lao also released his whole body strength, and clapped out with a firm hand to meet the opponent's sword. A violent explosion came out, and a stream of real Qi energy came like a tide. All the people around immediately were shocked out.

Poof!

This Du old mouth a mouthful of blood spurts out, the body continuously retreats, the facial expression is pale slightly.

At the moment, the blue family's more than a dozen experts have died, leaving only the three old men with the highest strength in the condensate realm to continue to block the experts of the Templar order.

"You two go and get rid of them!"

At this time, the white bishop with the heart of an angel said to two of them that they were about to rush out, but in an instant, their faces changed.

There was a strong and pungent smell of blood in the air. Dozens of foreign men in black tuxedos and blonde hair appeared here like shadows.

One by one, their eyes were shining with bloodthirsty light, and their bodies were filled with a strong smell of blood. Their faces were pale and colorless, and they were extremely frightening in this dark night.

"You bloody vampires have come out. You are so brave!"

The oldest bishop in white looked coldly at the group.

"Hand over the heart of the angel, or we will suck up all your blood today!"

The head of a man's snow-white face emerged with a grim smile, stretched out his tongue and licked his scarlet lips, with a kind of demonic feeling.

"Hum, if you want to suck our blood, it depends on whether you despicable vampires have that ability."

The white bishop cheered coldly. Immediately, the other four white bishops smashed the scepter in their hands, and the ground burst into pieces. The scepters in their hands were shining white, and their bodies were filled with sacred breath.