Especially in the last punch, he integrated himself into the fist intent in order to destroy the 'faith projection' that Arthurlot had condensed for many years.

Then he quickly fought against Tolkien, the consumption of fairy power was too great, and the bloodline was indeed broken.

However, for the Golden Immortal powerhouse, this is all a minor problem, and there is nothing to worry about.

"Boy Li, how is Arthurlot? It seems that you can have the upper hand, otherwise you would not have saved Jiexiang and Cheng Li at a critical time. ”

Li Heng smiled slightly, and said hesitantly: "He is not my opponent, and one of his clones was shattered by me, and now it is at most similar to the cultivation of the incense ring, but it can't be underestimated." ”

"Huh?"

"He contains an extremely strong energy in his body, and this energy is so powerful that even I have to be afraid of three points, but he doesn't seem to be able to use it as he wants, otherwise this war will not have to be fought at all, and he will be able to solve all of us by himself. ”

Xue Yiren sighed: "Fortunately, Heng'er participated in this holy war, otherwise our heterogeneous cultivation world would really be miserable, damn it, the big 6 in the West is so lucky, there are two such powerful masters." ”

Li Heng's eyes flashed with a stern murderous intent, "That Tolkien is the patriarch of the Western Dragon Clan, and he participated in the last holy war between the East and the West. ”

"What?"

"!"

"This ...... Li boy, doesn't that mean that the old loach has been living in the world for thousands of years, no wonder he is so perverted, he ***. ”

Li Tong clenched his fists and let out a rare foul mouth.

Since he became the emperor, things like swear words have never appeared in his mouth, but in front of Li Heng, Li Tong obviously doesn't have so many hypocritical etiquette.

Li Heng said: "Although Tolkien is powerful, I haven't put it in my eyes, Arthurlot is the key figure in this war, as long as he can be killed, the Western magic world will be gone, faith will collapse, and he will be defeated without a fight." ”

"How hard it is to kill him. ”

Li Heng shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Hehe, I just said it casually, hey, I don't know how Arthurlot feels now, the first battle between the two armies was so heavy." ”

"It must be distressing. ”

Zhou Liuyun gloated.

......

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the sea water was rushing endlessly, and the entire fleet of the Western Magic Legion was shrouded in a thick sadness and hatred.

A full 180,000 people, only an hour, when I came back, there were nearly 80,000 less, and these 80,000 people are all the elites of the big 6 in the West.

The leaders of the major forces were very sad, they didn't know how much money and energy they spent on cultivating these disciples, but in the end, it was all in vain, and they didn't get anything.

Among them, the leader of the League of Assassins, Bright's gaze and expression were the most gloomy, and the murderous intent contained in his eyes was simply terrifying.

His alliance of assassins, this time the worst losses.

The most powerful ability of the Assassin League is assassination and poisoning, especially the ability to conceal the atmosphere, which is even more talked about in the Western Big 6.

However, Assassins are not easy to train, and they must have extremely high talents, so although Bright has been developing the Assassin League for decades, the number of Assassins has never exceeded 10,000, and has always hovered around 5,000.

This time, Arthurlot had promised him that as long as he could invade the Eastern Big 6, he would give the Assassin League a good living environment and let them show their full strength.

So, Bright believes he's betting on Arthurlot's ability to deliver on his promises.

Therefore, he personally led more than 3,000 people to the battle in person, thinking that even if the war was lost, it didn't matter, the assassins were good at concealment, and in a large war, who could show them?

But!

He underestimated Momen, the real iron-blooded assassins, in front of the Momen assassins, Blatter's subordinates seemed to be just children who had just learned to walk.

More than 3,000 assassins were all killed in battle, and Bright escaped by luck because of a holy weapon in the alliance, but the entire right side of his face was also hit by a sword qi, almost destroying half of his face.

......

"Arthurlot, I have to say something, the old man obeyed your call and brought all the members of the Assassin League to support this holy war, but what was the result? Except for the old man, all of them were killed in battle, and you yourself were half dead, you were seriously injured, and you said that you want to occupy the East 6? ”

The right half of Bright's face was severely burned by a blazing sword aura, and he refused the alchemist's treatment and burst into Arthurlot's room with a furious face.

"Presumptuous. ”

"Bold. ”

"Bright, you dare to be rude to Your Majesty, it is really an unforgivable sin. ”

The magicians of the Temple of Darkness and the cardinal archbishops of the Holy See of Light shouted at the same time.

"You all get out of the way. Brett glanced at them disdainfully, with a hideous murderous intent in his eyes, and shouted: "Arthurlot, don't pretend to be dumb, if you don't give the old man an explanation today, the old man will immediately return to the West Big 6 to assassinate the ordinary monks of your Holy See." ”

Arthurlot sat upright in the golden chair, his eyes slightly closed, his face slightly pale, apparently seriously injured.

After a long time.

He opened his eyes silently, a strange luster flashed from his eyes, stared at Bright, and asked slowly, "What do you want?"

"Compensation, the old man wants to compensate. ”

Blatter squinted his eyes and said viciously, "I now declare that the League of Assassins is no longer in service of you, and you must bear the losses of the League of Assassins in this war. ”

"Oh?"

Arthurlot smiled slightly, as if he didn't mind at all, "What compensation do you want?"

"I want 10,000 for you junior magicians of the Church of Light, and I also want 10,000 for the junior magicians of the Dark Temple. ”

Bright's abacus played well.

The Holy See of Light and the Temple of Darkness are very strict when cultivating magicians, and he doesn't want magicians who are too high-grade, such magicians are gradually maturing in their minds, and it is not easy to change their minds, while the minds of junior magicians are not yet mature, and it is relatively simple to change their beliefs. With 20,000 junior magicians, as long as he gives Bbright another fifty years, he can re-establish the League of Assassins and stand tall in the Western Big 6.

......

Arthurlot smiled strangely, his eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly sighed: "Those who escape from the battle will disturb the hearts of the army, and the crime should be executed!"

When Bright heard this, his face showed surprise, and he shouted, "Arthurlot, you should make a move on me?"

"Purify!"

From Arthurott's mouth, two words slowly spit out.

Then, both the magicians of the Temple of Darkness and the cardinal archbishops of the Holy See of Light looked at the scene in shock.

On Bright's body, a milky white flame suddenly appeared, the flame had no temperature, neither cold nor hot, and there seemed to be no energy fluctuations.

But, in the blink of an eye, Bright's whole body was densely covered, and then, a terrible sound, like the roar of a ghost in the Land of the Dead, came out of Bright's mouth.

"Arthurlot!

As soon as he finished saying this, his whole body was burned clean, not even a trace remained, and along with his powerful soul fluctuations, he also disappeared invisibly.

The Grand Magister Sect present was all trembling in fear, and there was an incredible look in his eyes.

As the leader of the Assassin League, Bright is of course not only because of his assassination skills, but also because he is also a famous powerhouse in the West.

As early as a few decades ago, he was already a powerhouse at the level of a great magister.

But it was a great magister, in front of Arthurlot, like an ant, who was easily wiped out, leaving no soul behind.

Arthurlot's toughness is evident!