For the knight of the Salande Templar Mamunuk, who is famous for his personal martial arts, if a fly flies in front of him and says that it wants to cut off its left wing, it is absolutely impossible to cut off its right wing.

But today, the Salander Sanctuary Mamunuk pale to find that his outstanding martial arts skills were like an overwhelmed plank in front of a group of well-trained imperial guards, shattered by unstoppable gravity, and the sword light like a mountain struck from several directions at the same time every time, making people unable to defend at all, and he slashed the sword, but he would be skillfully blocked by the enemy next to the target,

Although the number of the other party is wrong, there is a degree of advance and retreat, and the cooperation is seamless, when one person rushes forward, there are always companions next to him to follow up and protect, and the three people move forward in a group, in the narrow position of the temple gate, the personal agility of the Mamunouk knight, there is no extra room for maneuver,

In just an instant, the other party's god-like sword light had already put down half of the Mamunuk, even if the Mamunuks were fighting for their lives, taking advantage of the other party's wielding weapon space to pounce on their whole bodies, it was just another person who protected the other party to block, and he was immediately hit by a powerful knee, and the three-edged thorn cone on the knee position of the guard's armor was like piercing a skin, easily penetrating the Mamunuk's beast skin soft armor and fresh and powerful body.

Every attack was a hard resistance, the sword light was flying, the blood was splashing, and Mamunuk, who was constantly being stabbed, snorted and retreated, with the blood marks of the sharp war knife on his body, and the blood splattered like flowers on the stone pillar behind the temple gate

And the most eye-catching thing is that among these black imperial guards, a young man wearing ordinary guard armor and a slightly chubby figure, with two long knives in his hands that add up to more than two and a half meters, coupled with his unusually thick arms, took the lead like a flock of sheep and took the lead towards the Mamunuk knight who was trying to block the temple gate, in front of him. The blockers are invincible, and the opponents have no combined generals, often the knife flashes, and the huge force is like a typhoon sweeping, slashing the Mamunuk knight in front of him to the ground, or being knocked to the ground crookedly,

Such an opponent who was obviously not of the same rank, even if the Mamunuk knight had the swordsmanship to embroider on the ornate carpet, it was useless, and with the Mamunuk Templar's longsword, which was more fancy than practical, it was too lacking to get close to him. The dragon lance used to deal with the legendary dragon is probably about the same,

In order to reflect the sacred significance of the temple, these hereditary temple craftsmen would often engrave a variety of intricate patterns and decorations on the swords of the Mamunuk Templars in each temple to reflect the nobility and sanctity of the Templars. On the thin surface of the sword, there are dense hollow patterns and decorative patterns, which is simply not a weapon, but a work of art, but no one has ever proposed it. Once they were really engaged in high-intensity combat, these fancy weapons would be a disaster for Mamunuk, who guarded the temple

"Oh my God, is this still human?"

Some watched the lively priests and mumunuk outside the door. At this moment, their faces were already full of sluggishness, and they looked at the black-armored fat man who took the lead, just like a human tyrannosaurus rampant in the crowd.

The two Samar war knives in his hands that make people feel worried, often in the collision of sparks, directly turn the opponent's weapon into a pile of broken steel, just one person, restricting the huge space of nearly 3 meters at the entrance of the temple gate,

The fat man easily pulled out his bloody sword from the corpse of an unwilling Mamunuk knight, and the black-armored guards nervously protected him.

The horseman who was weak looked at the black-armored fat man who came up in fear with a frightened expression, and the strong wind brought out by the fierce sword wind blew off the face towel of the temple attacker, revealing a middle-aged man with a few beards, only half a minute away, the fat man's knife could split his face into two pieces.

There was only half a minute between life and death, and the fat man, who had been completely stained red by human blood, stood up, drew two circles, and plunged deep into the plank behind the middle-aged Mamunuk knight, the hilt of the knife trembling to himself.

The middle-aged Mamunuk knight was half-kneeling on the ground, his head tilted, not moving, this posture was originally that he raised his sword with both hands, hoping to resist the opponent's angry slash, but now his sword had just been raised, and the opponent's bloody war knife was pointing at his nose, as long as he went down, he could cut himself into two pieces, "Sue me, who are you! I can spare your life"

The fat man looked at the already frightened Mamunuk with cold eyes, raised his foot and took a step forward, the last Mamunuk knight took a step back in a panic, and behind him was the door panel of the temple, his body was like a can, making a heavy crashing sound, and there was no way to retreat

"One last time, who are you!" the fat man asked again, and on the steps at his feet, there were all minced flesh and fallen corpses, and the fat man looked at him faintly, as if he were looking at a corpse, with an unquestionable pressure

"Imperial dog, we Salander will never give in!"

Under the murderous gaze of the fat man, this Mamunuk did not dare to let out a hysterical shout, for the honor and blood of Mamunuk, he could only use his own blood to make the most tragic proof!

"Poof!"

Cold light fell from above his head,

His efforts were only for the sake of his fellow who had rushed into the temple for a short second for the fat man to raise his hand, and as the light of the sword cut off the long sword in his hand, a faint streak of blood slashed from the center of the horsemanuk's eyebrows to his stomach...... The attacker, whose neck had been cut off, had two bloodshot eyes almost bursting out, his mouth was wide open, he was trying to breathe deeply, and he made a shattering and ugly sound in his mouth, which was cut off his trachea, and he could see that he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything now, "Stupid! Do you really think I don't know that you are from the Southern Temple!" The fat man sneered softly at the unwilling Mamunuk, the middle-aged Mamunuk's body fell down the wall, blood and internal organs splattered from the knife edge of his throat to his stomach, and countless blood spread from under his corpse like a large cloud of red paint, "Let's go in!"

The fat man walked through the door of the temple full of corpses with his sword in his hand, and all those who watched this scene felt a chill rise from their hearts, as if these imperial guards had stepped into the temple of sacrifice not but trampled the entire temple under their feet (to be continued). )