The Y wind swept across Tang Chuan's cheeks, and the same presence brushed on Christopher's face, making the corners of his mouth turn up, waiting for a change. [Full text reading. 】

Countless white bones crawled out of the corpse, as if they had wisdom, and took the initiative to kill the crusaders who were still resisting scattered around.

It's just the most ordinary undead, and more high-level undead directly follow their previous bodies, and their combat power is even more amazing, exactly as they were in life.

"I knew you were going to kill our valiant soldiers!" Someone in the Knights mocked.

When the knights in front of him went on the road one after another, Tang Chuan miraculously did not stop those undead, but just watched coldly, wanting to see what hole cards Bright Sky brought this time.

"The fall of a knight order has indeed taken me a little aback." He took off his helmet, and he was a standard blonde handsome guy with a different smell all over his body.

"What surprised me even more was that a human was actually helping the undead, even if you were a human from the East, you wouldn't believe it! You are guilty! He looked at Tang Chuan and asserted that he was guilty in three or two sentences, and showed no mercy.

"I will use your blood to tell myself that I have atoned for my sins, with your blood." Tang Chuan sneered, showing no weakness.

"Knights prepare!" He crossed the captains of the two knightly orders and ordered.

"Light Judgment!"

It was a scroll, held in the palm of his hand, from a little bit of holy light to illuminating the entire battlefield.

As we all know, the magic of the light system and the darkness system are inherently incompatible, just like fire and water, whoever is stronger will have the advantage. At this moment, the scroll in his hand was invincible, including Tang Chuan, who didn't dare to fight easily, who knew what was in it.

"Get out of the way!"

I don't know who shouted violently, so frightened that the undead dodged one after another, if it was like the priest's holy light, they were naturally not afraid, but it was not the priest's holy light, it was made by the strongest, enough to drop every life here in seconds. also includes Tang Chuan, which is the crushing of strength.

The aura on the scroll was definitely not left by the strength of the Xuankong Realm, and it was also made by the Western monks of the Xuanya Realm.

Speaking of the Xuan Y Realm, Tang Chuan regretted a little, he was still too reckless, he came to the Dark City so easily, leaving Qin Yun behind, God knows what kind of person that Dream Caijie is, and whether he will occupy the magpie's nest.

When it was too late, the light burst out of the scrolls, and the light overflowed to the city of darkness. Wherever the light passed, the spirits of the dead were turned to ashes, whether strong or weak.

The holy light, the dazzling holy light, made Tang Chuan can't help but throw down the formation card and lay out a small formation to block.

"Fly!"

He roared angrily, rarely without elegance, listening to the defensive circle shattering little by little, listening to the roar of the ghost dragon.

After all, the magic circle was broken, and it was only a second before and after, and it disappeared between heaven and earth with countless undead spirits.

"Don't worry, the Great Elder has a way to fight against the Holy Light, it's just ......" the Ghost Dragon comforted, not in a very good mood, watching his own people die in battle. Even if you and I say that death is the same.

As he said, the Great Elder has a way of fighting the Light. I saw that the dark city surrendered itself and the black fog was shrouded, and the normal black fog in the past was now a little more murderous, gathering together.

"Hah"

With a withered body and a cold face, the Great Elder stood sideways in the air, his dead-like eyes like the eyes of darkness. He shouted loudly, shaking the heavens and the earth as if he was the only one left, that kind of majesty, even the two-winged angel who came from the bright sky couldn't help but look sideways.

He didn't shoot blindly, he just let the black mist gather together to form a long snake, which hit the holy light, and the black mist dissipated from time to time, and the holy light could hardly support it.

Even if the strength of the maker is higher than that of the Great Elder, he did not appear here, so how can he be the opponent of the Great Elder who has the right time and place?

"Retreat!"

The voice of the two-winged angel came from the sky, so cold.

"Do you want to leave when you come?" The Third Elder said with a smile, the fact that the Great Elder was inconvenient to make a move did not mean that he could not deign to hunt those little Templars, even if he was a member of the Crusaders in his previous life, he could abandon anything in order to live.

He was as powerful as lightning, and was not affected by the already much weakened holy light, and the bone frame with a little blood was more terrifying than a simple high-level undead.

"Shura!"

I don't know who gritted his teeth and said these two words, Shura is a branch of the undead, not to mention more powerful, but also has blood R, and has the complete memory strength of his previous life.

In the past life and this life, every Shura who 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 fight hard, and a very small number of strong people still need to be sent by the bright sky to help them complete the task.

The current realm of the undead gave birth to a god-level skeleton, and it is about to evolve into Shura, which is not mathematics, nor is it simply one plus one.

"You're looking for death!"

The two-winged angel killed, and the trace of holiness scattered from the originally handsome face became a real murderous aura at this moment.

He could see that all three major knights had been annihilated, and he could also see that the Crusaders had almost been wiped out. The only thing that can't be is that the darkness threatens the light, and a future Shura is not erased now, and it is not impossible for him to kill the bright sky in a few decades, which has a precedent.

The angel's one-handed sword sent out a divine rainbow and slammed into the three elders. Even if he dodged in time, he lost a little blood.

"Angel, more nourishing than these knights, remember that my predecessors didn't like you sanctimonious hypocrites very much. Of course, this includes you, and power can always confuse the mind. ”

The three elders laughed and laughed, mercilessly mocking everything in Guangtian, the light back then would not be better than the darkness now, and the dirtiness brought by the interests did not need to be explained.

The two-winged angel was angry and wanted to continue the attack, but the one-handed sword had just been raised, and the holy light on it had not yet been condensed, and a ghost dragon roared past, and his contemptuous eyes fell on the battlefield before the dragon's breath.

Bang!

However, Christopher struck, his blonde hair flowing, his eyes like knives, swept over the undead, and immediately several small undead soul fires that were not destroyed by the Holy Light shattered.

With a cold glance, he affected a corner of the battlefield, and many Templars woke up, throwing away their knights' spears and replacing them with heavy swords, turning from cavalry to infantry.

The other man, his face was as dark as water, and his white beard fluttered in the wind, but it was difficult to hide his anger.

He was Sylvestre, the head of the Knights Hospitaller, one of the few people who had fought in the Great War five hundred years ago and returned to Bright Day.

Five hundred years could not erase the sadness in his heart. In the end, both humans and the undead want to live for themselves.

It was the last time he had experienced, this time he was not very confident, and he had always been reluctant to push the Knights Hospitaller to the forefront, lest the team be wiped out.

This is not a joke, the troops sent last time may not be as many as this time, but the combat effectiveness is not much different.

There was a coldness in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were no longer the smile he used to have, he knew very well that such a fight was useless, and he might fail on a bright day.

"They always underestimate the undead." He sighed, his eyes fell on Tang Chuan, and he condensed, but he still decided to come forward and kill him, not for anything else.

Airplanes!

In an instant, he moved, using a longbow, very simple, not inlaid with gold and silver, nor embossed, but simply a large bow.

"This is a longbow that I captured, it is said to have come from the east, and it is very useful." He smiled, stretched his bow and arrows in one go.

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the nine-star beads came out, and each long arrow was blazing, like a small sun, scorching the earth.

Tang Chuan did not dodge, still fluttering with his long hair, and the halberd swept over the Templars next to him, blocking with their blood R, detonating the first long arrow.

Thundered!

Immediately afterwards, the second to the ninth were all detonated in front of Tang Chuan without accident, and he couldn't get close to him even though the heat wave roasted raw R.

Tang Chuan didn't add to the fireworks, he wanted to find the person who did it just now, he was not a person who liked to suffer.

Over there! Tang Chuan smiled slightly, and found the trace of that person, he had been running away, running very fast.

Sylvester kept running, and when he saw Tang Chuan easily stop the nine-star alignment he had learned from the East, he knew that he was not his opponent, and for no reason, he chose to retreat.

Burst!

Tang Chuan was not fast, saying that he was chasing Sylvester, but it was better to say that he was cleaning up the Templars and the Hospitallers.

"Kill him!"

An indifferent voice fell into Sylvester's ears, this was the voice of the two-winged angel, this big guy on the bright face didn't seem to see the situation clearly, this oriental man was not something he could deal with.

Before he could defend himself, the two-winged angel withdrew his afterglow, and his one-handed sword pierced the light armor of the third elder once again.

Turning around, Sylvester was expressionless, still with a bow and arrows, trying to block Tang Chuan's attack.

At that time, he relied on this archery skill to be accepted from the outliers of the Knights Hospitaller, and finally survived to become the head of the Knights Hospitaller.

"You can't kill me!"

He said that he was obviously extremely jealous of Tang Chuan, this strong man who killed Solomon's bastard, and was able to break his nine-star Lianzhu unscathed.

"If you don't try, how do you know?"

Tang Chuan turned into a bolt of lightning and appeared in front of his eyes, and said with a smile.

"Brush!"

He pulled out the Damascus knife from his waist and slashed at Tang Chuan several times in succession, but was unsurprisingly stopped by his long sword.

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

The Divine Ghost Fang Tian Painting Halberd became less useful when the distance was shortened, and it was not as good as the long sword in his hand, the long sword from Lin Ruixue's little girl.

"I don't think we need to be like this, you're not an undead, and I don't have much affection for Bright Sky, otherwise ......"

Sylvester didn't intend to make his words clear, such words would not be good for him, but would be caught by Tang Chuan.

"I'm sorry, I'm hired by the Dark City now." Tang Chuan swung his long sword, and the sword swallowed dozens of meters, and the ordinary Xuanming Realm monk died after being clothed.

Sylvester was stunned and smiled. What he was afraid of was that Tang Chuan didn't say a word, instead of talking about conditions.

Some talk about everything, but if you don't have to talk about it, he really won't end well.

At this level, even if you have a missing arm and a broken leg, you can recover, but the cost is too great for ordinary people to afford, even if Sylvester is the head of the Knights Hospitaller, she may not be willing to take it out.