The sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded from the surrounding forests, and countless horses' hooves stepped on the ground covered with pine needles and fallen leaves, splashing dust and broken leaves, but in the blink of an eye, the high priest was surrounded by more than a dozen knight guards. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Panson sat on his horse in full armor, reined in the reins of his horse with a solemn expression, and looked defensively at the high priest in a navy blue robe, isolated in the field.

"Please stay, where are you going in such a hurry?" Pan Sen's voice was gentle and mellow, with the meticulousness of a soldier in his expression.

Pan Sen had been ordered to track down the Dark Hunters, and now that the finger was pointed at the High Priest, he would not let go of the suspicion of this clue.

The High Priest sneered, and swept the twelve lightly armed cavalry around him, not paying any attention to it.

The High Priest was worshipped as a messenger of the gods in the realm of Loilai, a solitary and mysterious prophet whose status was self-evident.

Everyone looked vigilantly at the High Priest of Loilai, who was standing in the middle of the field, and they were quite jealous in their hearts.

Pan Sen sat on his horse condescendingly, looked at him with indifferent eyes without a trace of emotion, and said, "This will just be a routine investigation, and I ask the priest to cooperate." ”

A smile appeared on the priest's lips, and he replied meaningfully: "I am the messenger of God, the prophet of spirits, and the guardian of all the creatures of Loilai. ”

Pan Sen snorted coldly, a look of contempt crossed his eyebrows, "The name of the high priest is really given by His Majesty, and those high-sounding slogans are just fools. ”

The high priest smiled instead of being angry: "According to the general's words, as long as it is appointed by His Majesty, can anyone be a priest?" "The moonlight was as drunk as his dark red eyes.

Pan Sen's eagle-sharp eyes became more and more low-key and tough, and his right hand clenched the Salas Orion cutlass scimitar at his waist, ready to attack.

The forest was silent for a moment, the ethereal clouds obscured the moon, and the sky was like dripping ink, revealing a heavy black feeling.

Between the two of them, they looked at each other, as if countless electric lights and flints were stimulated.

The high priest has never liked to drag mud and water, his palm wind rose sharply, and then fell suddenly, his body moved with the shadow, how fast, the sea-blue palm wind swept like smoke, and suddenly pressed down, but it used the power of thunder.

The three guards who were hit by the palm wind in the front, their bodies were torn apart in an instant, and a cloud of blood mist erupted in an explosion, and the flesh and blood stumps were scattered in the forest, and even the two guards on the right hand side were lucky to dodge, but they were swept by the strong wind, and the left leg and left arm had also been cut out of the deep holes, and the white bones were looming.

Their miserable wails and frightened neighing of horses echoed through the forest, and the smell of blood was disgusting in the air.

Pan Sen secretly gritted his teeth, if Brother Wang's three light hunters were here, he would definitely be able to capture him alive. However, the Light Hunter has always obeyed Brother Wang, and although he is a general, he has no power to dispatch at all, which is really damned!

The high priest's killing methods were fierce and tragic, instantly overwhelming the encirclement of Pan Sen and the cavalry without a trace.

Pan Sen's eagle-like sharp eyes looked at the scattered cavalry, and gestured in a formation.

The guards could not hide their panic on their faces, but due to the strict military discipline and prestige of Pan Sen, no one dared to be the first deserter to escape.

The High Priest glanced at Pan Sen and smiled without saying a word or stopping him.

The remaining eight cavalrymen quickly dismounted and lined up in front of Pan Sen, forming a semi-arc of human defense.

Standing behind them, Panson fists clenched and hands crossed, bent to fend off the High Priest's next attack.

The high priest glanced at him coldly, and stood with his hands in his hands, as if everything was so calm and under his control.

He sarcastically and seductively sarcastically: "The general is not my opponent in the first place, so why should he make such a useless posture of resistance? ”

With that, the wind in his palm suddenly flipped upward, and the sand and gravel flew up as if it had met a tornado......

The guards in the formation looked shocked, and the hands holding the swords trembled violently, completely losing the original intention of resisting.

Another strong wind broke through the air, carrying gravel and sand and dust whistling, and the wild wind already contained the energy of the breath of death.

The five people who were attacked head-on burst into a scattered blood mist again, and a severed limb smashed at Pan Sen's feet without warning.

The only three remaining guards seemed to be frightened, and they subconsciously wanted to escape.

A vicious murderous aura suddenly rose in Pan Sen's eyes, his back was tense like a bowstring, and the Salas Orion scimitar at his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, slashing his arms and wrists horizontally, instantly killing the guards who wanted to flee.

The darkness of the forest suddenly became silent, and the screams of the guards and the neighing of the horses were all under the scimitar of Salas Orion, and the sound stopped abruptly in the next second.

Pan Sen secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, only by bracing his waist can he stand upright, and countless cold and gloomy fingers crawled on his back, slowly hitting the back of his neck along his back, and in an instant, his whole body trembled, and his hairs stood on end.

Two "tsk" sounds suddenly sounded in the forest, and the high priest played with taste: "The general's style of acting is quite similar to that of this god, but ...... You don't have a lot of stunts that you can do to stand up to any of the Dark Hunters. ”

Pan Sen's pupils shrank, and his voice was cold and clear: "As Ben Jiang expected, you are really a dark hunter lurking in the Holy Capital!" ”

A pair of evil eyes stared at Pan Sen coldly, and he suddenly laughed suspiciously, "What's the matter, you can't kill this god at all!" ”

Before he could finish his words, he said with some regret: "King Oss should know this, why don't you order his Light Hunters to teach you more real spells, and then you can be born and die for him even more!" ”

The clouds were blowing, and the moonlight was like blood, spilling down faintly, and the high priest looked at the pools of blood in the woods for a long time, as if admiring a work of art of his own.

After a pause, he seemed to have figured out something, and laughed out loud with interest, "It's no wonder that raising a dog has its own reason, even if the dog is favored, it will eventually be unable to escape the fate of the dog, and it will be at the mercy of the owner." If the dog's ability is great, and the outside bites the owner, then how can it be good? His words were particularly sharp and full of sarcasm, but in Pan Sen's heart, the words were piercing and to the point.

When people are about to die, they seem to have a premonition, and Pan Sen is no exception, he sighed sadly, and said: "It's only to blame my brother who was two years late. ”

The High Priest's expression suddenly became deep and unpredictable, and his navy blue robe hung on the ground, and he walked towards him in a delicate and luxurious manner, "Pan Sen, if only in the morning and night, I will make you stronger?" The gods don't want to influence your will, they just want to help you...... What does it mean to always be someone else's dog, and in your body, you may have more powerful potential! ”

Pan Sen's lowered eyes suddenly rose, and his resolute eyes seemed to be shaken slightly.