The dead, the sound of wailing, weeping heaven and earth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The deceased, the gaze of the eye, the heart is shaken.

Under the [Gaze of the Dead], the defenseless Bourville was pulled into the [Illusion of Fear], and under the spiritual impact of Qin Ranqiang's I. level, Bourweir's body trembled.

The torturer, who protected his disciples, did not collapse and burst his head under Qin Ran's spiritual impact.

But the sword stabbed out by Bourville was irrepressible.

Because, at the same moment, Qin Ran not only turned on the [Dead Gaze].

There are also ...... [Sword Skills. Ten Thousand Snakes]!

Hiss!

Ten thousand snakes hissed.

A venomous snake with a small horn on its head, roaring at the moon.

Bourville, who was again mentally judged, stiffened.

The sharp cold light stopped in front of Qin Ran's neck, and he couldn't move an inch.

And Qin Ran's toes kicked heavily on Bourville's lower abdomen.

Bang!

Like the muffled sound of the cowhide, Bourville was not kicked away, and an unknown and powerful defensive force field protected the high priest.

This was not unexpected by Qin Ran.

In fact, if there was no such defense, Qin Ran would feel strange.

Casually, the second kick that follows like a shadow, kicks straight in.

And with this kick, the powerful defensive force field collapsed.

Syllable!

As if it was the sound of glass shattering, Qin Ran followed one foot after another, one foot faster than another, one foot heavier than another, and fell on Bourville one foot after another.

The shadow of the legs, layer upon layer, was densely enveloped in Bourville.

Click, click!

The sound of bones shattering kept ringing, but Qin Ran had no intention of stopping, and when all the leg shadows were closed, a sharp qi burst out of the air.

The half-moon-shaped aura swept over Bourweir's body like a guillotine.

Burst!

Bourville's head flew high.

A golden light appeared on the other's body.

Qin Ran picked up the patent and turned around and left, not looking at the high priests in those corners.

And it wasn't until Qin Ran left for a moment that those high priests looked at each other as if they had come back to their senses.

"Surprising kicks, and ......"

"Terrible tricks!"

After a moment of silence, the High Priest of the Temple of Warriors took a deep breath and said.

The surrounding high priests nodded their heads.

The combination of [Besika's Kicking Technique], [Bailie's Foot], and [Foot Knife] made the high priests who had never seen this kind of kicking technique secretly surprised in their hearts.

But with [Dead Gaze] [Sword Technique. Ten thousand snakes] than that, but it's nothing.

"Silent, unaware decision ***!"

"The Temple of Fortune and the Temple of Sin are in trouble!"

"I hope they don't get too good!"

The high priest of the Temple of Love looked at the direction in which Qin Ran had left, and after speaking lightly, he turned around and disappeared in place.

The surrounding high priests were stunned.

There are some doubts about the meaning of the words of the High Priest of the Temple of Love.

Some are thoughtful.

However, no one was staying, and the battle here was over.

Naturally, they don't need to stay.

Of course, the battle at the Temple of Thorns, they would have watched it - in a different way.

All of them vanished in a moment.

All of them focused their attention on the Temple of Thorns.

They are looking forward to what will happen next.

As the chief priest of the Temple of Sin, Fars felt the situation for the first time.

Bowing his head in prayer, the figure of Fars, who was shining with the light of the torturer, trembled, and even the aura of the torturer appeared a ripple.

The ripples of the road immediately attracted Barry on the opposite side.

"Your plan failed, didn't you?"

"Our Knight Captain is not so easy to deal with!"

Barry looked up and said with a smile on his face.

"You're still worried about your own good!"

"If Slotu fails, it's your time to die!"

"And he, definitely won't last long!"

Fars sneered.

Just as the priest of the Temple of Sin said.

Slottu, the High Priest of Thorns, didn't last long.

Under the siege of the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth, the high priest completely fell into disadvantage, and the priest's robes, which should have been neat, were already in tatters.

Blood marks loomed out.

There was an unconcealable tiredness in his old countenance.

But he gritted his teeth to block it.

Because, Slotu knew, once he retreated.

The Temple of Thorns is over!

So, he can't retreat.

Also, don't dare to retreat!

He couldn't imagine the terrible outcome once he backed away.

God's mercy is only for His own believers.

For believers in other gods, it was as cold as winter.

Even the gods of the South, the city of Navia, were the same.

When the Temple of Fortune and the Temple of Sin appear at the same time, Slottu knows what the other person wants.

Extinct Temple of Thorns!

Deprive Lady Thorn of her priesthood, destroy her divinity, and pull Lady Thorn down from the altar.

Not only Slotu knows, but Barry knows it too.

Therefore, the two fought desperately.

Without borrowing the power of the Thorn Lady, the two began to burn their lives.

The two of them knew very well that borrowing the power of the Thorn Lady at this time would only make the benevolent lady worse.

What they had to do was not to cause trouble for the lady.

Let the lady concentrate on dealing with the torturers and the Lady of Fortune.

It's just that......

Judging by the current situation, it is not optimistic.

Both the Lady of Fortune and the Torturer have extra power to lend their followers to suppress the two of them who are burning their lives.

Before, both of them were desperate in their hearts.

They know where Bourville, who did not appear, went.

Although they are very confident in Ryan's strength, but in the face of that man, the two do not think that Ryan can win, it is not a matter of self-confidence, but Bourville is too prestigious.

In the face of such a Bourville, young Ryan may have a chance in the future, but not now!

But no one thought of it!

Things have taken a turn for the better!

Ryan actually won!

Victory over Bourville!

Laughter came from the mouth of the wounded Slottu.

The High Priest swept away the previous decline, and the scarlet, smoke-like air flow surrounded the High Priest, increasing the strength and speed of the High Priest exponentially.

The long sword in his hand is like the wind to fight back against the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth.

"From there to get here, at the speed of our knight chief, about five minutes will be enough!"

"And five minutes ......"

"We can hold on!"

Barry's voice was deep and powerful, and his body was a foggy scarlet like Slottu, and he gave his life to make the final blessings for his old friend.

As for the consequences of doing so?

Death, he will greet with ease.

"Old friends, the kingdom of God gathers!"

After Barry uttered the last words of his life, his whole body glowed.

Like a waterfall, the light poured into Slottu.

Feeling the surging power within his body, the High Priest of Thorns didn't look back at his old friend, he was engrossed in facing the two opponents.

The corners of his eyes were moist.

He yelled under his breath.

"Wait for me!"

Airplanes!

The scarlet power turned into a hurricane that rushed into the sky, and Slotu seemed to be stained red with blood, and the long sword in his hand weaved a web of swords one after another, locking the high priest of the Temple of Wealth, the chief priest, and the chief priest of the Temple of Sin.

"Join forces to round him up!"

"Otherwise, when that guy arrives, we'll be a complete failure!"

Fars growled.

But he couldn't give more blessings to the two people around him.

Although he had the aura of the torturer, he knew what the plan was this time, and he didn't dare to borrow more of the torturer's power.

The same is true of the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth.

They did not dare to use the power of the gods they believed in at this time.

The Torturer, the Lady of Fortune, against the Lady of Thorns.

Two against one, it should be nine out of ten.

But in order to make this plan more secure, it is doomed to not be able to borrow the power of the torturer and the lady of wealth.

As for desperate?

When they are already sure of victory, how can they be willing to work hard?

In particular, when they know very well what kind of changes will occur after the victory, they are even more unwilling to sacrifice themselves for no reason.

Minutes and seconds passed.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Three minutes.

Slottu's sword is unabated.

Four minutes.

Five minutes.

Slotu's sword softened slightly.

Although he was still oppressing the three reserved high priests and the chief priest, Slotu himself knew that he would not last long.

But why hasn't Ryan shown up yet?

Don't......

Bad speculations began to appear in the high priest's mind.

"It seems that the knight chief who you have high hopes for has defeated Bourville, but it is only a miserable victory!"

Fars said with squinting eyes.

"A pyrrhic victory?"

"Maybe it's a lose-lose situation!"

"I'm already dead halfway through this time!"

The words of the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Fortune were even more vicious.

The three of them are disrupting and disintegrating Slottu's will.

To be able to become the High Priestess of the Temple of Thorns, there is no doubt that Slotu is strong-willed.

But at this time, this botched way, over time, seems to have really worked.

Slottu's sword momentum is getting slower and slower.

The high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Fortune, the chief priest of the Temple of Sin, had his eyes lit up.

They knew the harvest had come.

And at this moment!

Airplanes!

On the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Fortune, the aura belonging to the Lady of Fortune suddenly disappeared in a rapid trembling.

The high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Fortune were stunned.

Before they knew what was happening, a sword light had flashed.

Without the blessing of the Lady of Wealth, their strength and speed have been greatly reduced, and they are powerless to dodge this sword.

Two heads, flying high.

Fars watched the death of his two comrades in the same camp, and did not think about revenge or anything at all, but quickly distanced himself from Slottu.

What happened?

The chief priest of the Temple of Sin asked aloud in his heart.

Not only the chief priest of the Temple of Sin, but also the high priests and chief priests who were 'watching' here were full of curiosity in their hearts.

Slotu was the only one who didn't.

He didn't know what was going on.

But he knew the opportunity was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Kill each other!

With this belief in mind, Slotu rushed straight to Fars.

The battle continues.

But the people who are watching here have no interest in continuing to watch, they only know that the balance of victory is beginning to tilt, but where is it?

They don't know anything.

Thankfully, soon the knights of their respective Orders brought accurate news: the Temple of Fortune was on fire!

……

"Temple of Fortune fire?"

"Is it ......?"

The high priest of the Yongwu Temple, who got the news, was stunned for a moment, and then, thinking of something, immediately stood up from his seat, his face changing again and again.

"It's really unexpected!"

"How bold!"

The High Priest of the Temple of Valiant sighed.

……

"Mortals become gods."

"There should be mortals slaughtering gods."

"Very good, very good."

The High Priestess of the Temple of Love knelt in front of a crystal ball, whispering softly.

……

"Hahaha!"

"This is the real warrior!"

"Fearless of everything!"

The High Priest of the Temple of War let out a hearty laugh.

……

The high priests who got the news were all surprised and had different expressions.

But the High Priest of the Temple of the Hunter is the most special.

The tall, athletic middle-aged man glanced at him, his face was still slightly pale, but Horace, who was conscious, gave the order.

"Go to the Temple of Thorns!"

……

The movement of the Hunter's Temple immediately attracted the attention of several surrounding temples.

They watched as the Hunter Knights marched towards the Temple of Thorns.

Then, he silently glanced at the still burning Temple of Wealth.

Some continued to remain silent.

Others followed behind the Hunter's Temple and moved together.

However, these have nothing to do with Qin Ran for the time being.

After killing Bourville, Qin Ran went straight to the temple area according to his plan.

It's not the rescue that everyone thinks.

Qin Ran planned to surround Wei to save Zhao.

Or, to put it more simply, he wants to take a salary from the bottom of the kettle!

He chose the Temple of Fortune!

Not only because the high priest and chief priest of the Temple of Wealth must take most of the priests and deacons to the Temple of Thorns, but the knights have already been completely destroyed by him, and there will definitely not be too many priests and deacons left.

The strength is very empty.

Also because the Temple of Fortune is located on the edge of the temple district, very close to him.

Fight all the way!

Qin Ran rushed into the core of the Temple of Fortune with lightning speed and stood in front of the statue of the Lady of Fortune.

Then, take a leap.

Woo!

With a scalp-tingling whistling sound, [Arrogant Words] directly cut off the head of the statue of Lady Fortune.

As the head of the Lady of Fortune statue was cut off, the [Arrogant Words] buzzed again and again, and the strange purple color continued to circulate, becoming more and more intense.

But Qin Ran didn't notice these at all.

His gaze had already been drawn to a figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shine brightly.

The face of the figure is completely unclear.

But the aura brought made Qin Ran's body unstable and staggered back.

"Sure enough, it's a clone!"

Although he retreated again and again, Qin Ran's eyes were staring at the figure in front of him, and his keen perception kept telling him that the other party was powerful.

But it's not that when facing the real gods, the heavens are invincible.

Everything was as he expected!

Even with the help of the torturer, it is impossible for Lady Fortune to focus her full attention on him as an ant when confronted by Lady Thorn.

A doppelganger is the limit of the other party.

And this doppelganger......

It was his long-awaited goal!