Chapter 1037: The Priest of the Sword

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? Since your shoes are wet, simply wash your feet. Xu Qing is now in this situation that is not embarrassing or embarrassing, when he took over the big sword, he became a member of the Templar camp, looking at the 'Monroe' beside him, a pair of deep eyes were staring at him with encouraging eyes, the foreign girl without a helmet was so beautiful.

Xu Qing's heart fluttered, and he actually nodded his head very well, and waved his big sword with one arm, and a werewolf with teeth and claws quietly walked over, its strong hind legs jumped up on the ground, and its sharp claws stretched forward to attack the black-robed priest who looked stupid.

Werewolves were ordinary people before they transformed, and even after they turned into beasts, they were also wise, and this werewolf chose a soft persimmon for himself, and with a single stretch of his claws, he could pull out the brains of the black-robed priest opposite.

Xu Qing grinned, and said in his heart, why can't this Jingba dog get along with his brother? Anyway, it's a werewolf, slaughtered and pulled down. With a thought, he raised the big sword in his hand and stabbed clumsily at the werewolf, this sword seemed to be extremely slow but was actually extremely fast, and the tip of the werewolf's claws was as close to the horn of the hat as if it were on his head.

A sword passed between the werewolf's claws, pierced directly into the jaw and penetrated into the skull, strung a giant wolf weighing more than 100 kilograms on the tip of the sword, raised one arm, and there was no expression on his face.

The werewolf didn't understand what shit luck this black-robed priest had done until he died, and he actually slaughtered it with a sword, not only did it not understand, but even the Templars who witnessed all this were confused, there were only two possibilities, this face-born priest was lucky, and he was born with great strength, otherwise he would not have been able to lift this giant wolf with one hand.

"Put it down, be careful." The female knight who looked like Monroe seemed to be particularly concerned about this priest who fled for her life halfway, she stretched out her sword and cut off the two blood clan claws that suddenly stretched out, and turned her head to the black-robed priest who was still holding the dead wolf and shouted, Xu Qing came back to his senses and shook the sword in his hand, and the dead wolf flew out directly, knocking down the three blood clans who rushed towards the female knight.

Xu Qing put the sword in his hand horizontally, and leaned his back against the back of the female knight, and the two had a very tacit defensive action, but unfortunately she had a hard back on her back, and she was wearing a thick layer of armor in addition to the helmet.

The bloods and werewolves rushed forward without fear of death, trying to use all their efforts to wipe out all the recalcitrant Templars, and from time to time a few black bats with explosives swooped down in the sky, and the knights would automatically use their armored bodies to resist, and the bloodied Templars formed a circular defensive formation, tightly surrounding the wounded in the center of the circle, but as time passed, the radius of the circle gradually decreased.

A large number of dark creatures except for a part left to deal with this group of Templars began to occupy the entire Holy See, the Templars are now the remaining knights, almost all of them are injured, the original more than 500 people are now less than a hundred, surrounded by at least 3,000 dark creatures, fortunately the dark creatures seem to know that this group of people is no longer a big threat, no explosives bats come to sneak attack again, even the offensive has slowed down a lot, under the siege of thousands of enemies miraculously have a chance to breathe.