looked at the backs of the two girls again, and for a while, the audience on the stage only felt a chill burst out of their hearts.

It's not that they haven't seen murder, but they've never seen someone so clean, so confident, and so calm.

And Gu Fan is becoming more and more curious about this Godeve and Godia.

Gu Fan thought that although the outcome of this battle had been decided, it might take a while to end.

Unexpectedly, the real strength of these two girls far exceeded his estimates.

One move kills.

For the death that will occur in this technical battle, Gu Fan has already made a decision.

After all, when a real master moves with all his strength, once the attack is made, he can't stop or keep his hand, and there will be death between the two sides.

This is absolutely irreversible.

Unless it's just an ordinary competition, but an ordinary competition can't detect who is more powerful at all.

Therefore, for some people who lick blood from the knife edge, it is just a joke.

The attack just now, if Gu Fan was not wrong, should have been the two girls who directly cut through the shields of the two strong men with daggers in a short period of darkness covering time, and directly cut through their throats.

There is not the slightest idea of leaving a hand.

"Dead? They...... Really dead? Wells stared at the two figures lying in a pool of blood in the field.

His eyes were full of red threads, but his face was distorted.

Wells didn't dare to imagine that he had spent a lot of energy, luring, recruiting, and co-opting, to pull two top ten masters in the principality, but it was only a small family skill fight, and it was gone.

In this family skill battle, he lost far more than the family's little resource tilt.

In the absence of private soldiers, the two of them, Doule and Osim, accounted for sixty percent of all his combat power, and now it means that his external combat power is suddenly reduced by sixty percent.

"Good, good!" Albert almost couldn't help but laugh.

Looking at Wells' godless expression on the other side, Albert just wanted to go and eat a big meal at this moment to celebrate the death of two of Wells' men in this fight.

Although the death of his two subordinates of the fifth brother is mostly due to the difficulty of keeping their hands in the same rank, it is also related to his acquiescence.

After all, he had spent so much money, not just to win a family fight.

At the same time, it is also to eliminate the two subordinates who are most dangerous to him, only in this way, after losing such money, he will not fall into trouble, and even faintly surpass the two younger brothers who are the most threatening to him.

The other side.

"Let's go." Gu Fan stood up, "Prepare well tomorrow for the finals the day after tomorrow." ”

"Yes." Dillon's tone didn't change, and he didn't seem to be worried about the fight the day after tomorrow.

The first time she saw this kind of scene, Diana's face turned slightly pale, but she quickly followed Gu Fan's footsteps, as a noble child, even if she hadn't really seen this kind of scene, she had heard a lot.

After the initial shock, she quickly returned to normal.

Gu Fan looked up at the bright sunlight in the sky.

"Although I only have a little strength now, sooner or later, everywhere the sun shines, there are all believers in the Illuminati Sect!"

Late at night, in a dimly lit basement.

The only source of light here were a few ancient blood-colored candles, and the pungent smell of grease filled the air.

In the center of the basement, a blood-colored six-pointed star pattern is depicted, and there are some strange runes next to it.

With a squeak, a scrawny old man pushed open the wooden door of the basement and walked in.

I saw that he was carrying a large vat of unknown liquid in his hand.

With the light of the candlelight, you can faintly see the scarlet color exuding from it, and there is another fishy smell in the air.

By candlelight, he came to the blood-colored six-pointed star pattern in the center, and his gloomy face was silent and fixed on the pattern.

Long.

The old man tilted the bucket downward, and the scarlet liquid was slowly poured onto the six-pointed star.

The blood that fell on the ground did not disperse in all directions like normal blood, but slowly filled up along the trajectory of the six-pointed star, and whenever the blood ran away, it began to emit a blood-red shimmer.

As the last trace of blood fell from the barrel, an eerie and eerie blood-red glow emitted from the six-pointed star pattern.

At this time, the old man's originally gloomy face showed a joyful smile.

It was as if I was excited and happy about what was happening in front of my eyes.

Clang!

The old man threw the bucket out of his hand, carefully stepped into the center of the blood-colored six-pointed star pattern, and knelt on it.

The old man circulated a humble believer, with his hands folded, his eyes closed, and muttering to himself.

Wow!

In the closed basement, a dark wind suddenly appeared, blowing out the candles.

"Great and all-knowing and all-powerful God, you are the lord of shadows, you are the embodiment of slaughter, you are the source of pestilence, you are the birthplace of pain, I am your faithful believer Sharp, I pray for your coming!"

As the old man whispered, the blood-colored six-pointed star, which had only emitted a faint glow, grew brighter and brighter, until the entire basement was scarlet.

"My poor lamb, why do you call me?" An eerie voice that looked like a man, a woman, a cry, and a laugh appeared in the basement.

When he heard the voice, the old man's face showed ecstasy, and he frantically slammed his forehead to the ground until his entire forehead became a bloody blur.

"Great God of Shadows, your faithful Sharp would like to report to you!" The old man said tremblingly.

He wasn't scared, he was excited.

"For the sake of the blood you have given me ninety-nine virgins, you can say it!"

The strange voice came again.

"Thank you, great god of shadows......"

The old man excitedly told some of the information he had gathered.

"The Church of Light? The god of light? Light? ”

The strange voice came again, but this time it was completely different.

It seems that every time a word is spoken, a person is changed, and when it comes to the last two words, I even think of countless sounds, such as the sound of dozens of glasses being scratched by sharp objects.

Laugh at~~

The sound seemed to be like a demon's whisper, causing cracks to appear in the originally solid basement that were visible to the naked eye.

"The great god of shadows, the evil god who appeared out of nowhere, who has blasphemed you and deceived those ignorant humans, as your faithful believer, I beg you to lend me a little bit of power, so that I can destroy that cult of evil gods!" The old man seemed to have fallen into madness

By, it was not affected by the changes in the surrounding area in the slightest.