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I saw the priest's eyelids move and slowly open them.

"Wake up, wake up!" The people around who saw this scene breathed a sigh of relief.

When the voice fell, the priest finally saw everything around him.

"Lord Naguza, we didn't stop each other, it's so useless."

"It's not your fault." Naguza asked with concern, "How are you feeling now?" ”

"With the holy medicine treatment, I feel much better." The priest's expression was moved.

No one noticed that at the back of his neck, a flash of fire quickly disappeared into his skin, and in the depths of this person's pupils, the figure of a spider was slowly revealed.

"This stronghold has been abolished, everyone should leave with me." Naguza stood up and commanded.

The priests all bowed their heads, and the priest who had just been rescued also had a sad look on his face.

Then Naguza gave an order and left the place with everyone.

……

A small courtyard is quietly located in a mountain forest.

A few monks walked along the road carrying oil lamps, talking and laughing.

Suddenly, one of them seemed to look not far away, and his brow couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" The companion cared.

The monk ignored it, but the doubt in his eyes deepened, and he took a few steps to the base of the wall and looked up.

In the moonlight, clumps of blood fell on the walls.

This person's face changed suddenly, and his body couldn't help but retreat.

He turned back and shouted at his companion, only to see that he had already fallen to the ground.

Suddenly, a look of horror welled up in his eyes.

But before he could react, a silver light quickly crossed his neck, and this person was directly carried to the ground by this powerful force.

Clouds of blood bubbled up his throat, and his body quickly lost its breath.

The silver light quickly revealed its form, and it was a sharp scimitar.

The young man held the scimitar and looked at the corpse on the ground again, and then looked around with interest.

After a moment's pause, he moved his footsteps and walked deeper into the courtyard.

Along the way, all the monks he met became ghosts under this person's sword.

In the midst of the terrible screams, a thunderous voice finally came.

"Who is doing evil in my temple cathedral branch!"

The voice fell, and a middle-aged priest strode forward, glaring at the young man.

Behind the middle-aged priest, more than a dozen priests followed closely.

When they came near, the priests immediately surrounded the young men.

Looking at these priests, the young man was fearless, and a sneer came out of his mouth, "I didn't expect to be greeted by His Excellency the Intermediate Priest, what a great honor." ”

"Who the hell are you?" The middle-aged priest spoke sharply.

"I am what you call a cultist."

"Sure enough, it's a cultist, and if you are caught, you may be able to spare your life."

"This should be what I said, since you dare to rob me, let you die." After the young man finished speaking, his eyes were cold, and the scimitar in his hand blinked away.

Shout.

A silver light streaked through the air and rushed straight towards the middle-aged priest.

Facing the silver light attack, the middle-aged priest reached out and drew a cross sword.

As soon as the long sword fell, the silver light was directly cut open.

I saw the young man's feet move, and he killed again.

"Look for death." Seeing this, the other priests rushed up and rushed towards the young man.

As the attack fell, the ground shuddered, and the young man jumped to his feet, his waist flashing, and silver balls fell like raindrops.

The silver balls looked ordinary, but there were still people who sensed something unusual.

"Be careful." A reminder came.

As soon as the voice fell, the silver balls trembled, and all of them exploded in unison.

The figures of the priests were directly submerged in the flames of the explosion.

At this moment, a sword light fell, and as soon as the fire light touched, it immediately split into two, revealing the situation inside.

Except for a few priests who were lying motionless on the ground, the rest of the priests looked embarrassed.

The young man looked at this scene indifferently, moved his arm, and grabbed behind him.

Hearing only a heavy crash, the young man's body flew far away, and a figure in the same place slowly fell, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.

The middle-aged priest leaped to his feet and struck at him again.

The young man's arms flashed without hesitation, and two pitch-black gloves appeared, turned over and jumped up from the ground, and met them.

The figures of the two collided together in the blink of an eye, and they fought fiercely with each other.

The young man seemed to be bare-handed, but the pitch-black gloves were made of unknown materials, not only had the toughness and sharpness of metal, but could also change flexibly with the man's five fingers.

The priests who were lying on the ground had long since been carried away by the others, and there were only seven or eight priests left in their place, except for the two in the war band.

The men clenched their swords and fixed their eyes on the figure of the young man.

With a cold snort, a sword light slashed down, the ground shook, and a half-foot-wide crack was cut out in the blink of an eye.

The young man's eyes sank slightly, and his body quickly jumped backwards.

For his actions, the middle-aged priest naturally followed closely.

Halfway through, the pitch-black arm waved, and a roar followed.

The voice entered his ears, and the middle-aged priest's eyes couldn't help but stare at him, only to see a flash behind the young man, and two huge phantoms appeared, quickly rushing towards him.

For this sudden attack, he froze, and the long sword in his hand slashed away without hesitation.

"Poof, poof" twice, the two round heads fell to the ground, and the two bodies also fell down.

The two bodies finally revealed their bodies at this time, and they were two vampires.

"It seems that you have a deep relationship with those blood clans, and you can't let you escape." A gloomy voice immediately came from the mouth of the middle-aged priest.

"I'm just using it, it doesn't matter at all." The young man spoke insignificant words with a chuckle in his eyes.

I saw that the pitch-black gloves moved, and they retreated layer by layer, like a stream of water, quickly condensing into two long knives in the palm.

"Kill."

The void trembled, and a dazzling sword light flew in.

The young man flashed his sword and instantly blocked in front of him.

Suddenly, a strange force hit his arm and directly knocked his body flying.

At the same time, one sword light after another rushed towards him again.

The young man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he threw it in his hand, and the two long knives took off his hand, instantly turning into two black lights and both of them greeted him.

The black light seemed to be quite powerful, and as soon as Fang touched the sword light, he immediately slashed through the latter, and collided with the remaining sword light again.

It's just that in the continuous offensive of the sword light source, the black light was quickly submerged in the sword shadow.

The sword light that followed continued to kill.

The body that fell to the ground, didn't care about stabilizing its shape, and jumped up directly.

The sword light slashed against his figure, and in a few breaths, it turned into a shattered ruin.

The young man fell far away, looking at the ruins coldly, and in the depths of his eyes, a touch of murderous intent was faintly revealed.

He was short, and his body was like a phantom wind that struck at the middle-aged priest.

Halfway through, phantoms jumped out from behind him, just like he looked.

The middle-aged priest was dazzled, and his brow furrowed as he stared at the young men.

At this moment's pause, several of them approached, and a strong wind fell straight towards him.

The man swept with his sword, and sword light slashed down on every young man.

Where the sword light fell, the figure was disillusioned like a bubble.

Before he could stop, the dense figure that followed surged up again.