"Oh, it's a ruthless character. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The King of Conquest looked at Wang Huan's series of movements as usual, he was driving the Shenwei chariot and did not make a move immediately.

Wang Huan had already instructed him before to guard against the appearance of other heroic spirits.

After countless battlefields, how could the conquering king not understand the meaning of war.

Of course, it is best if you can avoid fighting, but if you have to fight, if you are too merciful to the enemy, you will die of your own brothers, your own courtiers.

Webb covered Sakura's eyes, terrified, during this year, he had the privilege of seeing Wang Huan's battle. He once followed Wang Huan out to collect a precious material, and on the way, Weber clearly saw Wang Huan's brutal fighting methods.

From then on, Weber decided, absolutely, not to become Wang Huan's enemy.

"Master, how did you teach such a disciple, I always feel that he is much stronger than you!" the King of Conquest laughed as he patted Webb on the back.

Weber's face was slightly red, and he said unconvinced: "He, I taught him magic tricks!"

The King of Conquest touched his beard: "Oh?

Sakura took Webber's hand away and whispered, "Brother Webb, although the magic is not great, he is really a good teacher, really!"

She smiled at Weber, and then couldn't help but project her blue eyes downward, she secretly watched Wang Huan's battle, and she didn't seem to be very afraid.

As I said before, after going through a lot, she is no longer a child who only knows how to avoid. Moreover, even if her brother is a demon, she will not be afraid.

Yan Fengli was looking at his arm in disbelief, his face flashed with great pain, and he covered his arm.

"Qili, call Assassin, you will be killed!" the priest did not stop at this moment, and rushed towards his son, trying to protect him.

Wang Huan aimed at Father Yan Fenglizheng's gun and put it down, and in the process of putting it down, his sleeves floated slightly.

In the Tang Sect technique, there is a hidden weapon projection method called insinuation, and there is a hidden weapon called a sleeve dart.

Although the storage space in the white robe was not endless, an area of one hundred square meters was enough for Wang Huan to put too many things in.

The magic in Wang Huan's sleeve flashed, and a small silver needle flashed ripples in the air like a phantom, and suddenly shot into Yan Fenglizheng's neck.

Yan Fengli was slowly falling, not dead, but would be in a coma for a while. The small silver needles carry a sufficient dose of non-lethal anesthetic and are designed to cope with the situation.

Except for the necessary moments, Wang Huan didn't want to kill people casually, and it was really not a good choice to really anger the Templar Church completely.

In front of the public, the killing of a cathedral priest would immediately provoke the Templar Church to intervene in the future.

The real high-end power of the Templar Church is very terrifying, if you really want to mobilize forces from the world to intervene, then this Holy Grail War is estimated to end soon, even if it is golden, I am afraid it will not be enough to subvert the real Templar Church.

"In the future, however, the Templar Church will no longer be able to oversee the Holy Grail War. The corners of Wang Huan's mouth curled slightly.

Wang Huan turned to look at Yan Feng Qili.

Several black shadows had already appeared in front of Yan Feng Qili, and these black shadows appeared, and figures of different ages and appearances, wearing skull masks, appeared.

They were all dressed in black robes and black robes, some were tall men, some were sexy women, some were elderly, and even some were children.

Each of them is an independent personality split from the assassin "Bai Chang Hassan", and they appear vigilantly beside Yan Feng Qili.

"Have you finally appeared?" the conquering king in the sky laughed, and rushed to Wang Huan's side like lightning in the Shenwei chariot, and the ground was trampled into a deep ravine by the iron hooves of the bull.

Wang Huan did not underestimate the assassin, even if it was a weak heroic spirit, its basic ability surpassed that of humans.

When the powerful Heroic Spirit fights with all its might, its speed can easily exceed several times the speed of sound, and the ordinary human body in the Moon World, even after the most exaggerated training, will definitely not be able to withstand such speed unless it is assisted by magical power.

Therefore, this is also the reason why the vast majority of humans in the Moon World cannot defeat the Heroic Spirits.

Although the strength of the split individual is relatively weak, it is compared to the Heroic Spirit, if Wang Huan does not use the hole cards, only needs a clone of the Assassin, Wang Huan will fall into a very difficult battle.

Yan Feng Qili looked at his father who had passed out in a coma, with a strange expression on his face, no worry, no sadness, but a faint pleasure?

Wang Huan looked at Yan Feng Qili and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is a man who has a "sick", or rather a character that is inherently flawed, who cannot feel beautiful about what people say is beautiful, but is haunted by what many people consider ugly.

In other words, in his more than twenty years of "normal" life, Yan Feng Qili has been in pain because he has been suppressing his true nature.

He likes to see the pain and struggle of others, and the more painful they are, the more joyful they are.

But this morbid way of happiness was completely different from what her father and others had taught, and she joined the church in confusion, eager to find answers from God.

However, the more he experienced it, the more confused he became, the deeper his pain became.

Three years ago, his wife, who knew only about him, died.

Yan Feng Qili's wife is a rare white child physique, lacking immunity, even a slight injury may turn into a major illness.

Therefore, his wife has always been frail and sickly, and when she married Yan Feng Qili, the two already knew about each other, and she would not live for a few years.

They have lived together for two years, Yan Feng Qili tried her best to love her, and she also tried hard to love Yan Feng Qili with her life.

Yan Feng Qili didn't hurt her, but really tried to protect her with all her might, but nothing changed.

For Yan Feng Qili, his happiness is the pain he feels about his wife, and what he can feel happy is nothing but her despair.

The more she wanted to heal Yan Feng Qili, the more Yan Feng Qili only wanted to see his wife's sigh.

However, this woman never gave up her courtesy.

"I don't really love you. Yan Feng Qili said to his wife at the end.

At that time, the woman who had been attacked by a terminal illness smiled, she could not even stand up, and her body was thin and skinny.

"Not true. You are in love with me. ”

She knew that she was attacked by a terminal illness and would die sooner or later, in order to make Yan Feng Qili feel the emotions of a normal person, she smiled and cut off her life in front of Yan Feng Qili.

The knife was held by herself and plunged into her body, and blood was everywhere.

Bloodstained, she looked up at Yan Fengqili at that time with the last consciousness, and said with a smile: "Look, you are crying." ”

At that time, Yan Fengqili did feel sad, but it was not because of the death of his wife.

It's because--

He thought at the time: How can this be, what a waste, if I have to die anyway, I want to kill it with my own hands......

He was saddened that he had not killed his wife with his own hands.

This is a man with a "sick".

Wang Huan looked at Yan Feng Qili in front of him, and Yan Feng Qili was looking at his father who fell to the ground regretfully.

Wang Huan said lightly: "Do you feel pain again? Are you disappointed again, not by your own hands?......

Yan Feng Qili suddenly raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at Wang Huan.

"Let me put an end to your pain. Wang Huan's voice was cold.