Sloppy Jack escorted us out of France, through half of Europe, and the feelings between each other were quite deep, seeing him suffering, I couldn't help it, and I also pulled the long sword in my hand at the moment. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info kicked away the hand under his feet, and several sword flowers shot away suddenly.

Fly alone!

However, just as I was smelting the means, the old ghost also made a move.

The emerald on the Staff of John Weir suddenly glowed as green as water. Condensed like a substance, enveloping those bloodied vicious dogs.

After being shrouded in green light, these vicious dogs, who were as fierce as lions cubs, actually let go of Jack, and then pounced to the side.

Instead, they shifted their subjects and tore at the Tsmich clans next to them.

It really deserves to be a spirit control staff, and there is such a method.

It's just, apart from these beasts, can you control people?

I was expecting it, and it turned out that those vicious dogs didn't come in handy. The moment they changed the direction of their attacks and leapt up, they were torn to pieces by countless fragments of sword light.

I resisted several blades in a row, and pulled the sloppy Jack on the ground up, and saw that his face was bruised, a pair of canine teeth protruded high, and his eyes were bright, and he looked at me, extremely clear, and said thank you.

When many of the Bloods went berserk, their eyes were red as if they were blood. And he is different.

He is a descendant of Will, a descendant of the line.

A sword light suddenly rose from his side, and Jack avoided it, as the dragon demon rushed through the mist, glanced at us, and then reached out with one hand and grabbed the high-speed spinning bayone.

The sword was sharp and sharp, and it was covered with a blood-like coagulated aura, but when he stretched out his hand, he grabbed it accurately.

After the dragon demon grabbed it, he pulled it back, but a majestic-faced blood clan suddenly appeared from the mist.

His other hand flipped over. Grabbed the Blood's head without any fancy.

Sloppy Jack saw this man and couldn't help but exclaim, "This is the Roman swordsman, Viscount Rachel." He is the deputy swordsmanship instructor in the Zmich family, and his swordsmanship is impressive...... "Do you have fun rowing."

Before he could finish his words, Long Mo'er pulled the opponent's stabbing sword over, and then his huge body pressed down abruptly.

Syllable......

Before Sloppy Jack could finish describing the Roman swordsman who was a master of swordsmanship, the dragon demon crushed the man's head.

This blood clan is different from human beings, even if the head is broken, the body still has great strength, desperately struggling, the dragon demon snatched the stabbing sword in Rachel's hand, threw it to the sloppy Jack who was doing the battlefield commentary, and said sullenly: "Your Excellency Will asked me to come and take care of you, you hold the sword......

After the sword was thrown, he put his hands on the Roman swordsman's chest, and with a sharp tear, the chest was torn, and a living heart jumped out.

Dragon Demon bit her heart, and let out a fierce roar from her mouth: "For the new order! ”

With that, he rushed back into the fog ahead.

Sloppy Jack grabbed the sword, which looked very luxurious and was studded with precious stones, and said in a daze: "Oh my God, this is the sword of the fallen Shaliya, it is actually in my hand, it is really unbelievable...... However, this big guy can actually kill a Roman swordsman in one move - God, God, is this still a world I am familiar with? ”

He held the sword in his hand, constantly resisting the attacks around him, and his whole mind was blank, but he was a little stupid.

Sloppy Jack is amazed at the dragon demon's methods, but we have expected it.

I know better than anyone the origin of this dragon demon, and in terms of strength, in Will's men, he should be able to shoot as a first-class master.

Under one person, above a hundred.

As a great demon for hundreds of years, one of the beliefs of the Five Poisons Sect, if he launched a madness, it is estimated that even Lu Zuo or Xiao Keming may not be able to suppress it.

God knows how the old ghost gave him a first hug in the first place.

The dragon demon is like a gust of wind, killing and leaving, but the battle is still ongoing, the old ghost and I continue to fight in the crowd, because the two of them are fierce and complete, unconsciously, there is a large group of opponents around them.

At this time, I finally saw the casualties, and not far to our left, there was a guy whose name I couldn't name lying on the ground, his body in a different place.

This man was one of Will's four descendants, the others besides Sloppy Jack and Adolphus.

This man was silent, so I couldn't even remember the name, but I knew that those who could be chosen by Will to be his descendants were absolutely amazing, and he lay silently in the mud at the moment.

Then I saw one of the Counts of Gangaro turn into bats and burn them alive.

This count is not a descendant of Will, but after being bitten by Will, he planted blood and chose to submit.

This kind of power is already an absolute high-end, and Lord Earl has gone through a long time, coupled with Will's favor, and has a combat power that surpasses his peers, so he can always hold on.

It's a pity that he met a fifth-generation Tsmich, and was finally burned to death by the black flames.

The old ghost and I had witnessed the death of the Count, and we knew that this battle was a decisive battle, not the leisurely and devastating battle that had been fought in the gold mines and in Mondodil.

This time, it's going to die.

The battle was still ongoing, and in the blood mist, I could hear Will, Lu Zuo, Xiao Keming, and the two Duoduo fighting wonderfully, they had attracted most of the elite forces of the Tsmich clan in front of the castle, but not all.

This fifth generation, who had just killed Count New Gongro, had his eye on us.

Lord Marquis grinned and smiled evilly.

He was very handsome, wearing a black silk robe, and had an incomparable luxurious temperament, but unfortunately his hooked nose was too fierce, which dissipated his overall sense of nobility a lot.

He noticed us who were as strong as Xiaoqiang, and walked up to us with a bronze staff.

He said in strange Chinese: "Orientals, this is great Europe, go back to your mother's pig-tail country......"

As soon as the other party spoke, I was annoyed.

Map cannon, the area is black, not to mention anything else, just these two points, it's worth my hard work with you.

Draw your sword and slash forward.

The other party blocked the bronze staff towards me, and I felt as if I had cut through a wall, and the little strength I had was suddenly withdrawn, but I didn't expect that the guy's staff didn't move, but there was an ethereal wall of blood rushing towards me.

Like a mountain falling.

At that moment, the old ghost became taller and stronger, black and long hair suddenly protruded from under the skin, and his head became hairy, revealing a fierce light.

However, even so, the tuxedo given to him by the Marquis of Buckle actually contained his majestic body and stood close to his body.

With the help of this tuxedo's self-cultivation, the old ghost is not like Allen, like a beast, but as if he is a handsome demon beast from the ancient wilderness, and the spirit control staff in his hand is pushed forward to see what blocks this wall of blood.

Rumble!

The two did not have substantial contact, but the aura suddenly collided together, and there was a roar like a mountain and a sea.

A slightly weaker Tsmich clan accidentally got involved in the battlefield, but was hit by this bursting air current, and the whole person was crushed into pieces, and blood shot to the ground, and the grass withered, revealing charred soil.

The guy's heart was torn into two pieces by an unknown force, and it shot to both sides, and the old ghost and the marquis reached out without hesitation, grabbed it in their hands, and chewed it violently.

This heart is a stimulant and a functional food, just like Red Bull.

The battle ignited in an instant, and the two figures collided with each other, and the old ghost crossed me and fought with the marquis in front of me, so fast that I could barely see the figures, except for the sound of fists, feet, and staff clashing in mid-air.

There was also a black flame in the sky, part of which was emitted by the Marquis of Natzmich, and the other part was where the old ghost's fire was located.

At the moment of life and death, both sides resorted to the means of pressing the bottom of the box at that moment.

At this time, I did not stop, at least four people attacked my body, the strong wind pressure made me feel the charm of death, the long knife in my hand became extremely dignified, knife after knife, knife and knife.

Just as I was dealing with these guys, all of a sudden, the old ghost and the marquis's figure suddenly stopped.

They froze in mid-air.

Their stillness contrasts sharply with the movement around me.

I sensed that something was wrong, and in the next second, I saw the arms that had been coming out of the grass to stop us during the battle suddenly crawling out of the grass, and more than thirty rotting bodies, like ants, rushed madly at the old ghost.

A red light came out of the bronze staff in the Marquis's hand, enveloping the old ghost's body, making him unable to move.

Within a few seconds, the old ghost was caught by these dead corpses who didn't know what they were, three layers inside and three layers outside, stacked on top of each other, and wrapped into a huge corpse.

These guys have their mouths open and roar wildly, but they can only let out hoarse screams because their vocal cords are destroyed.

The old ghost was engulfed, and the marquis turned and looked at me.

My heart was shocked, and I felt that it was so easy for Will to submit to the Marquis of Buckle, why was it so difficult to get to us?

Old ghost, you can't die!

I can't play soy sauce either!

Lao Tzu wants to fight!

A burning rage floated through my heart, burning my blood, and without hesitation, I swiped the middle finger of my left hand against the Crusader Blood Knife, and dripped the blood onto the hilt.

The blood of the master is burning, wake up, Saladin's soul!