Alley with drizzle.

A devastated mess.

Qin Kun hadn't seen this level of fighting for a long time.

Van Helsing, covered in ash, stepped on gravel and walked out of the broken wall.

Rubis stood in the alley, his chest heaving, his body full of eyeballs, all eyes looking in the direction of Van Helsing.

"Terrible demons." Van Helsing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The minced flesh on the other party's body was rolled up, and there were countless scars, and it was already like this, as if it was nothing. It made him feel a little tired.

"The same goes for you." Rubis tugged at the minced flesh with the open threads, black threads like hairs growing on his skin, and sewed them up.

Qin Kun brushed his rain-soaked hair and lit a cigarette.

"Curly, these two are on par in strength."

Menotios whispered, "Actually, that monster is superior, his spells and melee skills are bound by street fighting. If you go to the wasteland, Van Helsing will have a hard time parrying. ”

After taking two puffs, the cigarette butt was wet, Qin Kun threw it away and smiled: "Not necessarily, if it is a wasteland, Van Helsing doesn't have to work hard to cast a mirage and isolate ordinary people." ”

Menotios was stunned for a moment, feeling that what Qin Kun said made sense, and asked again, "What if it's you?" What are the odds of winning against that monster? ”

Qin Kun raised three fingers.

"It's only three percent?" Menotius frowned, "To be too modest is to be proud. ”

Qin Kun said: "Sancheng will win." Seventy percent are ties. As for the defeat, it does not exist. ”

"......Shh

Menotios pouted, this guy was really prouder than he imagined.

The drizzle stopped.

Another round of fighting begins.

To be honest, Qin Kun doesn't like to watch this kind of evenly matched scene. There are forced back and forth, it can only be tenacious, and there is no ups and downs to watch. So Qin Kun focused on Van Helsing's shape.

In less than 20 minutes, the skills of the blood clan and werewolves appeared on him one after another, is this still the Demon Hunter King?

In the dark night, the shadow of the flesh wings is stretched long under the illumination of the street lamp.

The breath is evil, and the street lamp behind the head is like holy light, which sets off a different atmosphere, how do you look like a demon.

Even the Holy See can accommodate him???

Qin Kun flattened his lips.

Van Helsing's spiritual power fluctuations collided with Lubis again, shaking his eardrums, the fierce battle has been over for so long, right?

On one wall, Van Helsing's wings were folded, his arms were outstretched, and his solemn expression made his eyes glow with golden light.

"Damn it, I admire your toughness, but I don't have time to play with you tonight."

As soon as the golden light appeared in his eyes, Lubis felt bad and was about to leave, but it was too late.

"In the name of God, the !! of St. Croce"

An ethereal and solemn voice echoed in the sky, like a heavenly pronouncement, a cross tombstone fell from the sky, and many more cross tombstones followed, like a giant hailstone, each tombstone was a pure stone, engraved with the name of the cardinal priest of the Holy See, and a faint golden light emanated around it.

Boom –

Lubis was smashed into the ground by the stuffy.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

Rubble flew around, golden light escaped, and nearly fifty or sixty tombstones emitted a pale golden light, illuminating the alley into a sea of gold, and destroying the place into a mess.

Qin Kun and Menotios retreated one after another, avoiding the indiscriminate attacks in the sky.

Those tombstones on the ground, interwoven into a large golden net, suppressed Lubis in the ground, Van Helsing held a golden ball of light in his hand, and his expression was very difficult.

Then, the golden ball of light was slowly pinched into a horn.

"In God's name, judge!"

……

……

The sound of a desolate trumpet.

Blowing to the end of the battle.

All eyes were focused on this battle, and no one saw that there were two bystanders near this street.

One is a middle-aged man with a European appearance.

Gold-rimmed glasses, a lot of ink on the placket, a crepe appearance, a notepad under his arm, and a male assistant next to him.

The male assistant wore an inverted five-pointed star ornament and looked at the people in the mirage: "Your Excellency, it's over. It's time for us to go, right? ”

"Well, wait."

The middle-aged man pushed his glasses, seemed to find inspiration, and began to create again.

The male assistant smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency, are you really good like this?" ”

The middle-aged man scratched his scalp: "An Shibai, if you are bored, you can go to some saints who worship you to drink, my new book still needs materials, don't affect my style." ”

The male assistant raised his forehead: "Your new book, Your Majesty, is a fairy tale...... What inspiration do these fight scenes give you? ”

The middle-aged man scratched his orange hair: "Children should like to watch the scene of fighting demons, right?" You see, if I molded that guy from Demon Hunter Lodge into a bear cub who protects humans, would it be a big deal? ”

I'm Nima......

The male assistant's heart was galloping.

Your Excellency, you are the infamous Carter II!! Do you want to mess around like this?

The male assistant was miserable: "Your Excellency, say in advance, in case your new book doesn't sell well, I don't want to kill those parents who don't buy fairy tale books." ”

The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "How can this be?" They are heretics. How can you do it without killing? ”

"The people of the Holy See are also heretics!"

"Ellsbeth, they are believers in the Holy See."

I......

The male assistant wanted to cry without tears, and smashed the stone wall next to him with a punch.

The middle-aged man was comforting each other, and suddenly, a golden light appeared in the sky, and he saw Van Helsing in the distance, holding out a golden horn in his hand and blowing it.

"Shhh...... The Judgment Horn, we're afraid we're going to be discovered. ”

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, in the distant sky, Qin Kun's heavenly eye suddenly looked over.

"Who?!"

With the golden light, Qin Kun suddenly saw two people.

It's less than 10 meters away from him!

The young man in the white shirt and like an assistant even smashed the stone wall next to him with a punch, and he didn't notice it.

A chill suddenly felt in his back.

What a terrible way to do it!

"Black Soul Sect?!"

Menotios, who was next to him, saw the ornament around the male assistant's neck, suddenly clenched his fists and rushed out.

"Don't be impulsive!" It was too late for Qin Kun to stop him.

The male assistant carefully put away the inverted five-pointed star ornament on his chest and smiled: "Fist of the Titans? Angry little Titan, you shouldn't be so impulsive. ”

Menotius had already rushed to his face, and suddenly, a pair of fierce eyes met.

The male assistant waved his hand very quickly, and a gust of wind blew, almost cutting his cheek, and Menotios was hit with a backhand, as if he had been hit by a tank, and smashed into the wall like a cannonball.

"I personally don't like the roll. I'm sorry. ”

The male assistant lifted his foot and stepped on it fiercely.

Boom –

With Menotio as the center, the ground under his body cracked, and the sound of bones cracking was sandwiched in it, the male assistant rubbed his nose, and when he saw Menotios dying, he gently clenched his fist and smashed it down.

"Menotios!"

In the distance, Van Helsing suddenly shouted, and the golden horn was originally aimed at Lubis underground, but now he turned around directly and blew in the direction of the male assistant.

Buzz –

A golden god driving a car, holding a spear in his hand, suddenly appeared, and the horse's hooves flew quickly, stabbing towards the male assistant.