Looking at the old man who was dressed in the priest's uniform of the Temple of Sins and walked quickly, Horace trembled all over. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Different from the ordinary priest's robe, this priest's robe is embroidered with a gold thread.

In many temples, this means one thing: High Priest!

High Priest of the Temple of Sins: Bourville!

Bourville, a figure of great importance in the city of Navia, and in the whole of the South.

Not just because the other person is the high priest of the Temple of Sin.

also because of the legend of the other party itself.

That's right, it's legendary!

Killed two from each other at the age of thirteen. Yes. After being seriously injured and adopted by an unnamed deacon of the Temple of Sin, the other party's life is shocking.

At the age of fourteen, after recovering from a serious injury, the other party relied on the skills he learned from the Sin Knight to kill all twenty members of the gang.

Then, again, he was seriously injured.

All of them think that the other party is dead.

But after three days in a coma, Bourville woke up again.

Everyone was amazed by Bourville's vitality, and thought that Bourweir, who had taken his life, would honestly inherit his adoptive father's position.

In fact, the next two years were roughly the same.

Until the poor deacon was robbed and killed by a gang of robbers on his way to the south.

Sixteen-year-old Bourville disappeared from the temple that night after receiving the news.

Bourwer did not know who killed his adoptive father.

It doesn't matter.

But if you go to the south, just kill them.

Ten people, hundreds of people, thousands of people, ten thousand people.

One day, ten days, one hundred days, a thousand days.

One-year, two-year, three-year ...... Decade!

Bourville went from being a sixteen-year-old boy to a twenty-six-year-old boy, and his name became a nightmare for bandits on the north-south passageway.

The most feared thing for every robber is to encounter Bourville.

So, there are fewer and fewer bandits there.

From the hundreds, if not thousands, bandits at most, to very few.

In the end, it was even more silent.

At that time, at the age of twenty-six, Bourville returned to the city of Navia.

Dressed in rags and wielding a rusty iron sword, Bourville received a heroic welcome, but he ignored it and returned straight to the Temple of Sins, where he successfully challenged the Knight Chief, then became the new Knight Chief, and for the next twenty years, became the Celebrant and eventually the High Priest.

Forty-six-year-old high priest.

An age that definitely deserves to be remembered.

But in Bourweil, it is not surprising at all.

Too many feats, too many achievements, so that everyone is convinced of this high priest.

Even if the other party is old, it is the same.

At least, Horace, who came from the Temple of the Hunters, was already frightened.

Looking at the high priest of the Temple of Sin who appeared, only the trembling Horace's mind became a mess, he never thought that such a coincidence would occur.

Just as he was about to stand on the opposite side of the other party, the other party appeared!

What a coincidence.

Coincidentally, Horace, whose mind was frightened and stiffened, realized that something was wrong.

Horace subconsciously looked at Qin Ran on the side.

"I'll forgive him."

"Just as you are willing to side with the Temple of Thorns."

Qin Ran said in a light tone and a slow tone, as if stating something that could not be changed.

Moreover, from beginning to end, Qin Ran's eyes did not look at each other.

Qin Ran's attention had already been attracted by the high priest of the Sin Temple who had suddenly appeared.

Similarly, the high priest didn't pay attention to Horace, but walked straight towards Qin Ran.

When he was still about twenty meters away from Qin Ran, the high priest stopped.

The two looked at each other, the high priest's eyes were bright and dazzling, and Qin Ran's gaze changed from his previous indifference, becoming like a sword and a sword, sharp and incomparable.

Call!

The night wind was blowing back and forth, but when it approached Qin Ran and the High Priest, it was silent for a moment, as if it had been blown into a bottomless abyss, without any repercussions.

Quiet.

It's incredibly quiet.

It's uncomfortable to be quiet.

It's chilling.

Horace, who was ignored by the two, felt himself. Chest. His mouth was stuffy, as if he had been hit in the chest with a hammer, and he wanted to vomit blood uncomfortably.

Without hesitation, Horace retreated a few dozen meters away with his animal companion, but then the priest of the Hunter's Temple changed his face again.

"Let's go!"

Turning over and riding on top of his animal companion, Horace gave the order.

Horace crouched on the back of the black dog, feeling the distance and peace of mind of his animal companion with him, and involuntarily, the priest of the Hunter's Temple glanced back.

In an instant, Horace's eyes widened.

What did he see?

He saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

He saw a throne made of bones!

He saw thousands of souls looking up to the sky and wailing under the moonlit night!

He saw two people holding sharp blades and wearing bright red, like the kings of Shura!

Kill!

Kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

……

A shout of killing echoed in Horace's heart, and the mind that had just calmed down was like being struck by lightning in an instant.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood could no longer be held back, and it spurted out directly.

"Monster, monster!"

"Two monsters!"

Horace, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, moaned like this.

Then, the priest of the Temple of the Hunter fell unconscious on the back of his animal companion, allowing him to carry him away.

Horace departed.

But more people appeared in the shadows.

They looked at Qin Ran and Bourville who were facing each other with great interest.

"Is 'King of Killers' vs. 'King of Killing'?"

"Interesting! Interesting! ”

"It's the cannibalism of two executioners!"

"Executioner?"

"No, no, the strong deserve to be respected, they are Shura!"

"It's a privilege to see such a fight."

……

In the shadows, in the corners, countless voices communicated.

Low or high.

Or admiration.

Or with interest.

Or scoff.

But neither of them has any intention of hiding it.

Because, whether they are high priests or presiding priests, they do not need such a disguise.

No, you don't.

Nor is it necessary.

After all, they had nothing to do with the two people who were about to start a life-and-death battle.

They are just bystanders.

And Qin Ran and Bourville ignored these bystanders.

Both people's attention is on each other.

Except for each other.

They can't see anything else, they can't hear anything else.

Woo, woo!

The night wind became stronger imperceptibly.

Qin Ran's crow feather cloak hunted, and the tips of his hair were blown high, dancing messily, revealing those unforgettable eyes.

Clear as water.

But the murderous intent was boiling.

Reflecting Bourville, little by little, he drew his sword from its scabbard.

The longsword, ordinary, full of rust.

The bright red rust made the longsword look like scrap metal.

But as the long sword was drawn little by little, the more and more piercing wails of the dead soul completely covered up the night wind.

In front of everyone's eyes, there seemed to be an illusion that tens of thousands of people had been slaughtered.

Qin Ran is no exception.

Even, he is the most intuitive one.

But it was also the one that was not affected at all.

Woo, woo!

Ahhh

Around, the night breeze is noisy.

In his ears, wails rang continuously.

And Qin Ran flashed and disappeared in place.

He leapt into the air.

Large, monstrous purple blades were raised high above their heads.

Suddenly, the purple moonlight suddenly lit up.

The strange purple blade was suddenly dazzling and slashed down.