"Fluttering ......"

Just when everyone was looking at Ying Zhao in a daze, the other party suddenly flapped his wings and swooped down from the dead tree.

This time, there was no Xiang Liu with him, and Zhang Cheng didn't want to show his strength, so he immediately took a few steps back and stood behind Bishop Owen.

Bishop Owen glanced at Zhang Cheng, let out a disdainful snort in his nose, and waved his hand directly, and the two Holy Court knights behind him immediately rushed up, pulled out the sharp sword at his waist, and slashed straight towards the top of Ying Zhao's head.

It's not the Middle Ages, and these knights of the Holy Court no longer wear armor, but change into a neat suit, all of them are more than 1.8 meters tall, blonde hair and blue eyes, and their facial features are straight, looking like models.

However, underneath these suits, these knights of the Holy Court wore soft armor made of special materials, and the swords and axes could only leave a mark at most.

Moreover, these Holy Court knights are all orphans adopted by the Holy See, who have been brainwashed by religious ideas since they were young, and they can be said to be dead soldiers of the Holy See, as long as they give an order, even if they are allowed to die, they will not hesitate at all.

Every knight of the Holy Court has a combat power comparable to that of a celestial master, and the sword in his hand has also been soaked in holy water, which has a strong lethality to monsters.

But...... Although that heroic move is extremely old, it is also an ancient beast after all, and the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and it can't be done in one or two strokes.

Before the blades of the two Holy Court knights could be cut off, Ying Zhao suddenly flapped his wings, and his huge body paused in mid-air, and the strong wind brought by the wings also made the bodies of the two Holy Court knights shake, and the sword suddenly lost its accuracy, and was easily avoided by Ying Zhao.

The knight of the Holy Court was shocked, and before he could stop it, the two beast claws and feet of Ying Zhao suddenly stretched out and plunged into the eyes of a knight.

Seeing that his eyeballs were about to be lost, the Holy Court Knight was not in a hurry, and shouted something in his mouth, and the cross on his chest suddenly burst into a burst of golden light, turning into a huge cross phantom in front of him.

"Bang!"

The sharp claws of the Ying move grasped the phantom, and actually made a sound of gold and iron clashing, and the phantom of the cross shook for a moment, and then disappeared, but it also blocked the blow of the Ying move.

The two knights of the Holy Court seized the opportunity and rushed forward quickly from the left and right, and with a sudden wave of their arms, the two sharp swords slashed into the wings of Ying Zhao.

"Quack!" Ying Zhao trembled, dropped a few black hairs, and his wings flapped suddenly, flying to the left, and soon disappeared into the woods.

"I can actually block the holy sword!" Bishop Owen's eyes flashed, and he sighed excitedly: "It is worthy of the immortal treasure left by Wuji, a strange bird here actually has such strength!" ”

Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and said, "Let's go quickly, it's important to find the holy remains, it's just a bird, don't waste time!" ”

"Don't worry...... Your Excellency," Bishop Samuel walked out and said with a smile: "I have never seen this kind of strange bird before, if you catch it, the feather bones will definitely be able to refine the holy weapon!" ”

The Vermilion Bird Feather that Zhang Cheng took out before made him greedy, and when he saw Yingzhao at this time, he was naturally reluctant to let it go.

Anyway, it's already on the ground, and the relics and treasures won't run away on their own legs, and it's the same if they catch the bird and go again.

Bishop Owen also thinks the same way, since Ying Zhao can resist the blow of the holy sword, it means that it is not a mortal thing, and it must not be let go.

With his order, hundreds of Holy Court knights immediately separated and entered the woods on the left to drive away Yingzhao.

After a while, I heard a sudden noise in the woods, a black shadow as fast as lightning, suddenly rushed down from a big tree, and with a wave of wings, the three Holy Court knights flew out, hitting the stones, and their heads were bleeding.

"Here!"

"Found it!"

When the surrounding knights heard the movement, they immediately let out a shout and surrounded them in unison.

However, after the previous fight, Ying Zhao also knew that these golden monkeys were powerful, and they no longer came hard, relying on their ability to fly, and constantly dodging in mid-air.

As the military force of the Holy See, the Holy Court Knight naturally would not be so weak, and when he saw that Ying Zhao was flying in mid-air, he immediately took out a golden box from his waist, and shook it in his hand, and it turned into a delicate hand crossbow.

"Woohoo!"

With a dense sound of breaking the air, countless crossbow arrows shot out, and each one hit Ying Zhao's body, bursting out with a ball of holy light, knocking Ying Zhao's holy body into a constant tremble.

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of fire, not to mention the ancient beasts, before the Ying Zhao had chosen to force back, but I didn't expect these golden monkeys to be unrelenting, and they suddenly aroused ferocity.

"Quack ......"

Hearing a howl from Yingzhao, he suddenly stared at the sword rain and swooped down, the speed was extremely fast, and a holy court knight only saw an afterimage rushing towards him, and before he could react, he suddenly felt his body light and flew into the air.

"Monster! Let go of Trump! ”

"Damn monster, you dare to fight back!"

"Put Trump down!"

When the knights on the ground saw that their companions had been caught, they did not dare to continue shooting arrows, so they could only stand below and shout and curse.

I don't know how long I've been trapped here, and I don't even know Mandarin, let alone Italian.

A group of knights of the Holy Court scolded for a long time, but Ying Zhao ignored it at all, flew straight to a height of dozens of meters, and then let go of his claws and threw the knight named Trump down.

"Ah~~~~~~h

"Bang!"

A long series of screams came to an abrupt end with a loud thud of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Even if there is a holy light body, but after all, it is still a living person, and falling from a height of dozens of meters is no different from jumping from a dozen floors, and it will definitely not survive.

"Damn!"

As soon as he entered, a subordinate died, Bishop Owen's eyes suddenly burst into flames, and with a wave of his arm, the golden sword immediately flew out of his hand, like a javelin, and struck at the mid-air.

When the Holy Court knights below saw this, they also picked up their crossbows again, and kept shooting crossbow arrows, limiting the British move in the air.

Under this intensive offensive, Ying Zhao's movements suddenly slowed down, and Bishop Owen's sword came in an instant, only to see a flash of golden light, and Ying Zhao's left wing was pierced, leaving a hole the size of a bowl, and black blood flowed.

Black blood fell one after another, and a faint fishy smell spread through the woods in an instant.

"Ugh!" A few knights of the Holy Court accidentally inhaled a little, and suddenly felt dizzy, and their bodies shook and almost fell to the ground.

The death qi in Ying Zhao's body has been extremely thick, and there is naturally a lot of it in his blood.

This kind of dead qi has no effect on Zhang Cheng, but it is like poison to the living.

"Hold your breath! This blood is poisonous! Bishop Owen frowned, hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, and shouted at the others.

(End of chapter)