As the broadsword wave of the oak tree was pushed out, the chanting of the Holy Spirit Soul suspended in the sky also came to an abrupt end.

The dark night sky saw the stars that had been obscured for a long time, and there was a crescent moon slanting with misty light!

The long chanting of light magic led to the crazy convergence of the light elements around it, even the dark fog of the night array, which could not withstand the strength of the light and was pressed into the depths of the earth.

Three lights in the sky.

A moonlight, a golden soul light, and a white light!

The blazing white light can brighten the eyes of the blind, like a sun born in a dark place, shining the night village as bright as day.

"Pro!"

The ethereal and crisp voice exploded through the sky as the chanting stopped.

Yushu felt that with the resounding of such a crisp voice, the fighting qi waves that were pushed out were a little sluggish.

A white light sword jumped out of the "scorching sun" and ran straight towards the fighting qi wave in front of the dark night.

The blue-black fighting spirit is fast, and the white sword is faster!

Touch!

An earth-shattering explosion shook the ear bones of the night, buzzing in the eardrums, and there was a hint of silence in the hiss.

Light and darkness collide!

In the middle of the blazing village, there was a mess, and the skeleton soldiers who had been killed were affected into a piece of broken bones flying all over the sky, and the blood and flesh of the barbarians were splattered everywhere.

Standing in the distance in the dark night, he didn't move at all, buttoned his ears that were constantly hissing from the explosion, and frowned slightly when he saw the blood and minced flesh all over his body.

This black robe, but in the hands of his second uncle, the only thing that didn't cost money, cherished it tightly!

Six of one and half a dozen of the other!

The dark night knew that the golden Holy Spirit Soul had been shattered several times because of the explosion, and the soul power was not satisfied, otherwise the power of the Sword of Punishment with just one light spell technique would be three points stronger!

But he's already satisfied!

The old man on the high platform is not much stronger, he can fight!

“bda lamθικλ！！！”

In the dark night, I was a little angry when I looked at the old man who had fought with him on the high platform again.

This was simply poking at his sore spot, knowing that his abyssal demon couldn't speak, and he kept roaring loudly.

"Fuck your uncle! Old thing, don't say that I don't respect the old and love the young, and I don't come to be rude!"

The night also roared at the oak trees on the high platform.

You can lose in the night of fighting, but in the scolding battle, he has never lost!

The "blazing sun" in front of the Holy Spirit Soul was already three points weaker due to the sword of punishment, but with a roar in the night, it directly exploded into five sword of punishment and flew towards the high platform.

Yushu is like a dog, he just asked what the purpose of this person's slaughter was, how did he think that this person actually did it directly.

He is the big chief of this village, but he was appointed by Guanze Daluo, and he is not a native of this village, so he has nothing to do with it.

It's all dead in the stockade, and they don't blink an eye.

He felt that he was such a low-key person, killing a stranger in the upper realm was sneaky, and he didn't want to shoot, and the probability of being caught by someone was simply minimal, if others in the village offended these people, he could just leave.

The strength of an intermediate-level sword master, in terms of escaping, the person in front of him may not be able to stay at all.

It's not without words in the big fall, the stockade has been slaughtered cleanly, and it's not what he says.

Then he was silent for a few years in the big fall, and after the matter subsided, he came out as the chief of a small tribe, and he still saved spirit beads, and he still moisturized his days.

But looking at the five white light swords that blocked the heavens and the earth, today is what he wants to go, and he may not be able to go!

The Holy Spirit Soul in the high heavens threw the five swords of punishment, and the light elemental balls gathered in front of him were completely consumed, and his hands were clasped to his chest, and there was an obscure incantation in the golden mouth.

In a moment, the hem of his hands was lowered, and a circle of light was directly placed on the golden soul shadow.

Light Spell – Enthusiasm!

A passive status spell that works in the same way as the Land of the Dead in the Night.

Speed up spell chanting, strengthen the power of the next spell, can resist the impact of a primary fighting qi slash, a passive state combat spell that is quite practical for light magic, and it is also a strategic-level spell for the light mage group of the Bright Empire on the battlefield.

An easy-style spell technique that can make civilians forget their fears, shout "The god of light is with me!" with red eyes, and pick up a hoe to launch a death-like charge at the boundless army of undead!

This type of spell is terrifying!

The reason for the horror is not that the spell is powerful, but that the number of the spell.

In a few breaths, the soul of the Holy Spirit in the high heavens was directly added to itself, and there were five such apertures!

Passive Light Spell - Warning!

Enhanced Passive Light Spell - Daring!

Stateful Passive Light Spell - Justice!

Defensive Passive Light Spell - Invulnerable!

A large number of circles of light are put on the body, and the brilliance is dazzling, just by virtue of this, if the ordinary ignorant civilians see it, it is estimated that they will shout "The god of light has come to the world".

Light magic is definitely one of the most brilliant forms of magic in the continent of West France.

After the addition of the five passive spells, the golden spirit soul began to whisper quickly again, and the dark night controlled the golden soul in the sky, and he had to sigh the power of the light spell.

Looking at the spells that are all saved by the living, the killing power is not strong, but as long as the mind is flexible and studied hard, the world of light magic will definitely not be inferior to the vastness of undead magic.

The night is peeking into the world of light through this soul of the Holy Spirit!

The five swords of punishment came to him, making Kakushiki embarrassed, and after shattering the five white light swords, his robe had almost exploded into a sieve by the fierce light element.

When the sword shatters, it will collapse into countless sharp swords, and there is no time to dodge, and the oak tree eats the aftermath of five such spells in succession.

This own fighting spirit is a dark attribute, and it is even more painful to be pierced by this group of needle-like swords, if it weren't for the fact that this body has been washed by the death qi for a lifetime, comparable to the body of a zombie, just these light elements condensed by the sword rays can burst his body.

The golden soul above the sky was still whispering rapidly, and with the pleasant sound, the heaven and earth felt distorted, which was the appearance of violent fluctuations in the elements.

"Misu!"

Kazuki shouted to his side.

"In!"

The big sword in his hand directly chopped a skeleton soldier in front of his sister, and when he heard the shout of the great chief, he jumped off the high platform and swooped down into the night.

Yushu saw the figure of the tree, and took a deep breath, the countless spirit ball cultivation in the past four or five years did not seem to have been fed to the dog's stomach.

Kakushu began to stare solemnly at the Holy Spirit Soul high in the sky, the cunning of the manipulator made him unable to distract himself at all, so he could only face this golden soul wholeheartedly, fortunately he had a mean!

"Hmph, I'm waiting for you, kill!"

Looking at the man who raised the bronze sword in the dark night, the thick white sword shadow reflected the white moon and pointed directly at his heart, and it was directly a cold snort, pointing forward, and in the thick fog behind him, three hell abyss vicious dogs instantly popped out.

A vicious dog that can't be beaten can definitely disgust the dead!

"Inhuman! Do you have to force the old man to do his best?"

Tochiki looked at the Yakuza who was entangled by the hell dogs, his eyes widened, staring fiercely at the night, he had already sensed the horror!

The Holy Spirit Soul above the heavens was still preparing for more powerful spells, and the countless bright sword rays in his meridians were burning his mind, and every cycle of Dou Qi felt like it was going to be completely abolished, comparable to maggots on tarsal bones.

"Okay, okay! Milky boy, do you really think you've got the old man?"

Yushu was unmoved by the night, his anger filled his chest, and he said three "good" words in succession, and the bronze sword in his hand pulled a sword flower, which fell from his left arm, and instantly sprinkled with blood.

As the big sword was plunged into the ground, the blood was no longer spilled, but spattered!

The hands were drawn with bloody blood, and the Seed of the Void seemed to paint a portrait.

didn't care about his own blood like a pillar at all, his body was even more swinging, and he began to sing an obscure childish song in his mouth.

The dark night frowned and looked at the old man who was "singing" on the high platform, not chanting, not chanting, the dark night was sure that it was like a ballad, more like a children's song.

Not the language of the demons of the Hell Abyss, but a murmur that I had never heard before, but certainly not a blind singing.

It's funny!

But the expression of the night is unprecedentedly solemn, between life and death, who will sing a boring song?

The left ear is a joyful ancient light chant, and the right ear listens like a childish nursery rhyme, so it is not contradictory!

The bright Zen singing is loud and atmospheric, and the children's songs are funny and funny, but they can compete between heaven and earth, dividing heaven and earth into two vocal ranges, how can it be a simple children's song.

The night feels like he's a little big!

The other party didn't look like the village chief of Yitunzi at all, because with the sound of children's songs between heaven and earth, there seemed to be a wind with a wild atmosphere, slowly coming with the wild loneliness.

This wind blew down the bloody shame, diluted the fear of the corpses, and even diluted the fierce war intent in the heart of the night!

And then came another emotion,

Impatient!

The blood-colored phantom, with the depiction of the old man's hands, became more and more realistic, and the more realistic the painting became, the hands were like earth-shattering magic hands, drawing a person with their own blood, if it weren't for the fact that this real illusion was completely the color of blood, he thought he had witnessed a miracle.

“φχψ㏒ ml m ω，

μνξοhfsddn，

Φ∑ΨΘ!!!!”

On the high platform, the old man knelt directly on his knees, a pair of old hands held the blood-colored figure he depicted barefoot, and his mouth let out three hoarse sounds one after another, as if he was roaring with life.

Three sentences, the night understood one sentence, and that was the last sentence.

Ancestors!