Luo Er suddenly appeared, startling the cultists on the opposite side, and they all took several steps back.

It's still a little scary that his appearance suddenly appeared.

The young man, who had become a muscular monster, snorted coldly, and tried to meet him, but was stopped by the thin old man's hand.

"Let's come first, don't waste the gift of my lord, he is probably hiding a master behind him."

The old man was very jealous of the symbol on the ground that represented 'escape'.

However, this black and white yin and yang face that suddenly appeared, there was no power fluctuation on his body, and he was simply an ordinary person, so there were most saint-level powerhouses hidden behind him, so it attracted warnings.

"Let's go together! Kill him! ”

The old man shouted, took out a bright snake-shaped dagger from his arms, and a dark green arcane magic circle lit up on his chest, and the runes on it lit up alternately, slowly spinning.

The other cultists did the same, pulling out daggers, sacrificing magic circles, and surrounding Luo Er from many directions.

They whispered something in unison, and the low sound waves converged and poured into Rohr's unsuspecting ears.

Luo Er was slightly stunned, stopped, and tilted his head.

The old man couldn't help but show a vicious smile on his face.

The spiritual pollution exerted by this group is close to the level of the evil god's descendants, and for humans, the effect is far better than normal attacks, after all, the difficulty of spiritual protection is much higher than that of physical protection.

The weakest of the descendants of the evil gods are dangerous8, and a large part of the reason is because of this unpreventable spiritual pollution.

Wail! Scream! And then...... Die!

The old man roared in his heart, and continued to murmur in his mouth.

But after being stunned for a while, Krolle looked around and asked very inexplicably:

"What do you want to do with mosquito calling? Annoy me to death? ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, with a ghostly expression on his face, and he didn't even care about chanting.

Void?

How can it be?!

But he reacted immediately, shouting:

"Stop chanting, he has mental protection equipment on his body, stab him to death with a secret sword!"

With that, he took the serpentine dagger in his hand and wiped it on the edge of the arcane enchantment on his chest.

The entire dagger was suddenly dyed a dark green with a hint of vicious light.

This is a special poison technique that can poison both sides of the dagger.

The other cultists did the same, and then pounced on them and stabbed the poisoned dagger in Rohr's hand.

Rohr still stood still, his left hand adjusting his posture, holding the bottom of the scabbard behind his back, and holding the saber diagonally against his back, the hilt peeking out from his right shoulder.

Then, he grasped the hilt of the sword on his right shoulder, took a step forward, his body rotated clockwise, and drew his sword with his right hand.

Zheng!

With a crisp sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, the sword in Rohr's hand drew a perfect arc in the air and returned to its scabbard.

Ding Ding Ding

A series of crisp sounds sounded around him, and the snake-shaped daggers in the hands of the cultists fell to the ground one after another, and the secret magic circles on his chests were extinguished one by one.

They remained where they were, motionless.

"This ......"

The muscular monster glanced down and touched the deep wound on his chest, where black blood was gushing out.

He didn't see anything, he didn't know where the injury came from, it was like it had suddenly appeared on himself.

He stretched out his arm, which was thicker than a man's waist, and touched the high priest beside him.

A bright red line of blood slowly emerged from the thin old man's neck, and a large stream of blood gushed out, and his body also fell soft.

It was as if a domino had been knocked down, and the other cultists fell one by one.

A sword, all killed, not a single escape......

Rohr glanced at the muscular monster who was still standing, his eyes narrowing slightly under the mask.

Not only was he not dead, but the terrible wound on his chest was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This made him frown slightly.

This sword is a little miss......

The height gap of the enemy is too big!

At this moment, the muscular monster woke up like a dream, let out a roar from his mouth, kicked hard under his feet, and his mountain-like body pounced on Rohr like a cannonball, waving a casserole-sized fist and slamming it into his face.

Rohr hurriedly crossed the scabbard and met his opponent's punch.

Rumble!

After a muffled thud, his figure fell backwards and retreated a long way, the entire basement trembled slightly, and the ground under his feet was ploughed out by the fist wind that had been carried out into two deep ravines.

"The strength is okay......"

He moved his arm, which was a little sore, and commented.

The muscular monster roared again, and pounced on him again.

His fist pierced directly into Rohr's body and hit the wall behind him, and the wall suddenly cracked a large hole, and the cracks quickly crawled all over the wall.

Unfortunately, he only hit the afterimage.

"It's so much faster......"

Rohr didn't know when he had appeared behind him, and shook his head rather dissatisfied.

"Even your own family can be sacrificed, and the power in exchange is nothing more, is it worth it?"

As if he had lost his mind, the monster did not answer, but turned and pounced for the third time.

Rohr's sword had been retracted to his waist, and his right hand flicked it against the hilt.

Sword lights flashed on the muscular man's body, and blood flowers exploded one after another on the flesh-like body, and the entire body seemed to be slashed by hundreds of swords in an instant.

His limbs were severed and scattered, and only the upper half of his body remained, but he was still not dead, still struggling, and let out angry roars from his throat, like a dying beast.

"The vitality is still quite tenacious, but on the whole, it is very ...... average"

"Why don't you take refuge in a slightly more powerful monster?"

Rohr continued.

When he was in the village before, he heard the fat men mention that there are many people outside who will sacrifice to monsters to obtain various powers, which is very evil and very dangerous.

Today was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

But the one in front of him, the vision is too poor, and the monster he takes refuge in is too weak, or too stingy, and the power given is too little, in short, it is very vegetable, and he doesn't even need to use the mystery, and he can solve it with just ordinary swordsmanship.

"I should have done it sooner, sorry......"

Rohr whispered guiltily.

This was an apology to the three poor sacrifices, who were a little hesitant and jealous at the time, and missed the opportunity to save people.

It will be so angry later, with a bit of impotence and rage......

"Not next time!"

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