Ling Yun followed his fingers and looked at the eight blades of different shapes juxtaposed on the wall, the shapes of the eight blades were not the same, some were long, some were short, some of the blades were curved in a large arc, and some of the blades were only slightly curved. [No pop-ups.]

Faced with the strong enemy in front of him who seemed to want to be single-handed, Ling Yun did not summon the "Shadow" very interestingly, but casually took a knife with a straight blade and waved it twice in the air, the shape of this knife is relatively close to the Chinese Tang knife.

Ling Yun held the knife in his hand, he pressed his hand on the blade and scraped it gently, the knife was very sharp, and he believed that he could blow and break his hair without any support.

At this time, a tall Jew came out of the crowd, and it seemed that this Jew, who was wrapped in white veil and was more than 1.90 meters tall and held a half-moon-shaped scimitar in his hand, was the opponent that Ling Yun was about to defeat now.

Ling Yun stood quietly with bated breath, obviously wanting to wait for the other party to make a move first, and then wait for the opportunity to find a flaw to counterattack, but standing five meters away from him, the opponent seemed to be playing with him like a wishful thinking, so the two had to stare at each other and began to be more patient.

After another five minutes of silence, I only heard a loud shout suddenly sounded in the side hall, like a flat thunderbolt, if it was replaced by an ordinary person or a weaker dark master, I am afraid that this roar from this energetic drink alone could even pierce their eardrums.

In such silence, Ling Yun's heart was shocked by the other party's loud shout, and he immediately bent down slightly and put on a posture that could fight at any time, in case the other party launched a surprise attack.

The strength of the dark world is respected, only the result is valued and never cares about the process, although it is a competition, but the strength is not good, and he can only consider himself unlucky when he was killed in a sneak attack.

But the four Jews did not take the opportunity to make a move, but silently walked out after a loud shout and said lightly: "It seems that your strength is very good, and it is worth fighting." ”

Although this Jew was tall, what caught Ling Yun's attention were the other party's eyes and a pair of slender and powerful hands. I saw that the light in his eyes was restrained, as if he was eating people and choosing people to devour, and his hands seemed to be very soft, like the hands of a pianist, such soft and flexible hands had unquestionable power, I believe that such a pair of hands will definitely be able to dance a sharp scimitar.

After taking three or four steps forward, his steps were light as if his feet had not even touched the ground, the Jew stopped less than five meters away from Lingyun, and said in a cold voice: "My name is Abel, and the three people behind me are my brothers Adam, Agai, and Alex, aren't you afraid of the wrath of the gods when you trespass into the holy land?"

"God, if there were gods in this world, I, the 'Eastern Demon', would have hung up a long time ago!"

Regarding Abel's words, Ling Yun, who was born in a new society and grew up under the red flag, received a materialist education and believed in atheism, naturally scoffed, so the two slowly stepped back and prepared to speak with their fists.

Ling Yun's body stood straight, but the other party's body was slightly bent, and the pair of guys who seemed to be ready to make a move at any time each looked at their enemy's body and slowly turned half a circle, which was equivalent to changing directions between each other.

After half a circle, the Jews saw that Ling Yun had no intention of striking first, so they had no choice but to slash out the scimitar in his hand like a thunderbolt, and in the blink of an eye, it had already swept straight to Ling Yun's chest, forcing the other party to take the initiative to retreat a big step backwards to avoid his own powerful and heavy kill.

With this step, Ling Yun, who was on the defensive side, lost the upper hand in momentum, and the Jews took the opportunity to wave the scimitar in their hands and directly wrapped it in it with the sword light and sword shadow, obviously wanting to chop this "Eastern Demon" into parts in one go.

With a wave of the sharp blade in his hand, he defused the opponent's attacks one by one, and Ling Yun looked in danger under the opponent's wave after wave of attacks, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated if he continued like this.

At this time, the middle-aged man standing next to him didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, just took out a cigar from his pocket and smoked it leisurely.

Because he knew very well in his heart that Ling Yun, who was now fighting for his life with the other party, seemed to be in danger on the surface, but in fact, he didn't show all his skills at all, and the reason why he was entangled with the other party like this was nothing more than to buy himself precious time to use the "fallen angel".

"Boy, die!"

found that the other party was under his own tidal attack, and there was no intention of counterattacking, but he just fought and retreated, as if he wanted to fight guerrilla with himself, so Abel suddenly accelerated and hit Ling Yun by surprise, and when he pasted it, a knife shadow surrounded the other party.

"Zheng ......"

Facing the Jews who had already been pasted, Ling Yun had no choice but to raise the scimitar in his hand and drop at the other party at high speed, which suddenly caused a spark to explode between the two sharp weapons that collided together.

But just as Ling Yun used the knife to block the opponent's scimitar, the scimitar in the opponent's hand had already slashed sideways and attacked his left leg.

"Oops!"

Facing Adam's knife, Ling Yun hurriedly took a step to the left quickly, but he still felt a chill on his left leg followed by a piercing pain, and when he looked down, he saw that a wound about three inches long had been cut on his left leg, and large drops of blood were sprinkled on the ground.

"See where you can run!"

Seeing the blood of the enemy, a strange light almost like a beast flashed in Adam's eyes, and then he swung the scimitar in his hand and pounced on the already injured Ling Yun, obviously trying to take advantage of your illness and kill you.

Next, although Ling Yun dodged left and right in the air to avoid physical contact with the opponent, at the last moment, he was careless and stabbed in the back three times in a row, and blood gushed out.

Despite this, Ling Yun's agility was not affected in the slightest, and he still moved in the air at a speed that was not weaker than the opponent's, constantly dodging the "machete" in the opponent's hand that kept grazing his body.

"No, this guy seems to be hiding his strength!"

Just when Abel couldn't attack for a long time, and finally realized that the other party was not fighting with him with all his strength, he suddenly coughed loudly, and then he felt a sharp pain in his eyes and tears poured out, so he quickly held his breath, and his body rose out of thin air, and he slashed three times in a row, and wanted to turn around and run;

However, Ling Yun, who had not fought back just now, looked like he was being slaughtered, but in an instant, the black light in his eyes suddenly shouted urgently, and said, "If you want to run, leave your head for the young master." ”

Ling Yun, who had been fighting with the other party just now to drag on time, instantly poured out of his body frantically and doubled his strength in an instant, and the powerful "Shadow" also responded to the master's call again and appeared in his hand, just like a lightning bolt that tore through the sky and slashed Abel's head into the air, and then fell down heavily and rolled out of the distance.

"Damn the Jews, you were really vicious just now!"

Looking at his body, because of the several "skin wounds" left by the fight with Abel just now, Ling Yun couldn't help but burst out with cruel killing intent in his heart, and even the "shadow" in his hand seemed to sense the anger and hatred in his master's heart, and burst out into an even more blazing flame stream, and bursts of black latent energy filled the entire side hall like angry waves.

At this time, the Jews, who felt a cool breath rushing to their brains all over their bodies, seemed to feel something, so they shouted in surprise, "It's not good, it's a deception." ”

It turned out that Ling Yun had hinted at the beginning of the fight with the other party that the middle-aged man had used poison smoke to bring down these Jews during their struggle, and the middle-aged man was ostensibly appreciating that the two were fighting each other, but secretly he had already lit the cigar smoke containing nerve gas, and spread the newly developed nerve gas of the organization in the side hall - the fallen angel.

The "Fallen Angel" is a colorless and odorless paralyzing central nervous system poison gas, a new type of weapon that has recently been developed and refined by the Order, specifically designed to deal with those who are immune to ordinary poison gases.

This newly developed nerve gas can be volatilized by combustion as just now, or it can be directly packed in a glass bottle synthesized from a special material by sublimation, and the cap of the bottle can be opened to volatilize it.

And this kind of "fallen angel" also has a fly in the ointment, that is, this kind of domineering nerve gas attacks very slowly, and it can only be effective after ten minutes of inhalation, otherwise Ling Yun would not have to be cut and injured by the other party, so as to divert the attention of these Jews.

In the blink of an eye, with a groan of pain and unwillingness, Adam, Yagai, and Alex, the three Jews who had not yet had a chance to make a move, fell to the ground one after another, and after a while, the seven holes bled and stopped breathing, while Ling Yun and the middle-aged man were injected with S antibody serum, so the neurotoxin did not have the slightest effect on them.

After dealing with these four temple guards, there are only two ways to appear in front of Ling Yun's eyes, one is to continue to enter the temple to seize the "Seven Clever Exquisite Heart", and the other is to retreat immediately before the Jews arrive.

In the end, after a brief discussion, the two men decided to take the risk and continue their advance towards the Temple, because a single retreat would be a complete failure, and the Jews would never give them another chance to make a comeback.

So, the two of them continued to move forward according to the map, and after a while, they came to the passage leading to the Temple of Prayer.

Looking at the walkway in front of him that continued to extend downward at a thirty-degree angle, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of depression, because every time he entered the underground, it would not be a good thing for him.

Looking at the endless passage that seemed to lead to the netherworld under the light of the firelight, Ling Yun gritted his teeth and followed the middle-aged man down the wall stairs, because this dark and narrow staircase was the only way to the "Temple of Prayer for Heaven".

Strangely enough, the bottom of the palace was littered with debris scattered all around, and it was a place of deathly silence, with no sign of life that did not match the name of the palace at all.

(End of chapter)