On the glacier, the smoke and rain are like silk, exuding a perennial cold air. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In front of the temple, Sikong held the sword and was isolated, as if the deadly killing machine just now was just a dream.

Only the rusty sword in Sikong's hand shed some rust as the blood beads that slipped down, and it was warm, revealing its true face engraved with the Xuanao pattern

'Click, click......'

Douglas's body seems to have been deprived of all life and temperature by the rusty sword.

At this time, it was like a piece of broken glass, and with a crisp sound from small to large, it suddenly shattered into a cloud of powder.

A cold wind blew from the river and lifted it up to the sky, leaving no trace.

He didn't wait for Sikong to become a sacrifice for the resurrection of the true god, but he waited for himself to become an offering for the resurrection of the Rusty Sword.

"How is that possible!"

"His Spirit Domain Value?!"

Many people's faces changed drastically, and they woke up from the instantaneous changes in the moment.

A moment ago, Douglas was still in control of the overall situation, playing a game of cat and mouse, and wanted to force Sikong to commit suicide.

The next moment, he died at the beginning, and there were no bones left!

The situation reversed so quickly that it was a fictional biography!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Sikong coughed violently again, like a boiled prawn, this time he couldn't even straighten his back, and he was lying like an old man.

Holding the rusty sword, Sikong looked sick and seriously injured.

The strange atmosphere permeated the crowd, and many people's eyes flickered, but they were muttering in their hearts.

Seriously injured and near-dead? This Yue Wang's method of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is really skillful and sophisticated, I'm afraid that I don't know how many people have been pitted.

However, in the past ten years, why haven't you heard of this role?

With Douglas in front of him, everyone present is a human spirit, and they will not act easily until they have a clear understanding of the details.

Douglas's strength, although not the best among them, is already good, even if they do it themselves, it will take some effort.

Where is it like Sikong, it comes neatly!

If it is better to say in reality, they are all successors cultivated by a big force, and there are countless means to make them commonplace.

But this all-real game deprived them of all external advantages, and those technological weapons that they spent a lot of money to build were ostracized by Middle-earth.

It can be said that he can only fight the world with his bare hands, relying on his hard power. A divine weapon is enough to cause clouds to move in all directions, and those contestants who are fortunate enough to play the role of goblins are the guests of honor of the Earls and Princes of Zhufang.

'Strange, how did that rusty sword work......

Many people are secretly puzzled in their hearts.

Although the Templars had all gone with the angels and died at the end of the sky, they also left behind their weathered remains, as well as their unique dragon armor, bronze masks, and rusty swords.

However, no one can use these three pieces of Knight equipment.

Even if it is forcibly used, it is only equivalent to an ordinary knight's suit, and it cannot awaken the holy light hidden in it at all.

It seems that only real Templars can use them.

Sikong stood up straight, glanced at everyone, and slowly walked towards the hook-nosed man: "It's your turn......"

In the words, there was a weakness that could not be concealed, like a candle in the wind of a dying wood, and his steps were even more staggering, as if he would lose his breath in the next moment.

Seeing this, everyone scolded secretly, but they became more and more confused about the reality of Sikong.

The hook-nosed man waved his hand one after another, and said with a reluctant smile: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, what, don't you respect chivalry, I'll help you clear the field." ”

"Oh? Shouldn't I thank you? ”

Sikong covered his mouth, wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes were a little scattered, and he smiled inexplicably.

"No, no, no......"

Eagle Hook Nose retreated one after another, and also let go of the oppression of Fire Dance, and saw the smile on the corner of Sikong's mouth, and shuddered: "It's all for the glory of the true god, and the non-existent ......"

Sikong smiled coldly, Huo Wu ran one after another, his long black hair floated up, supported Sikong, and said anxiously: "Are you okay?" ”

Sikong's heart softened, but suddenly he thought of something, and pushed her away, indifferent and ruthless: "I don't need your sympathy!" If it weren't for you, I would have ended up like this?! ”

Huo Wu's hand that was pushed away by Sikong was dark blue, and it suddenly swollen, and the stinging sensation lingered for a long time.

Who knew that Huo Wu was like an enraged tigress, with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, and grabbed Sikong's ear: "Give the old lady a hero and take responsibility, right?" Do you think the old lady wants to take care of you, you whore! If it weren't for this, my aunt and grandmother would have taken responsibility, and my mother would be the first to split you! ”

"Pain, pain, pain, ......"

Sikong's face was hideous and painful, tears were about to flow out, and the image of the iron man just now collapsed, looking extremely embarrassed.

When it was time to be tough, he didn't hesitate.

But when it's time to be soft, he won't be ambiguous!

"He has thrown himself into the ghost of the evil gods, and he is no longer holy......"

Suddenly, in the center of the temple, the white-bearded divination priest groaned, digging over the blood-stained code in his hand.

Eleven blood-stained codex suddenly emitted divine light, flying from his hand, hovering over the Supreme Emerald Staff of the Moro True God statue behind him.

Then, from the Supreme Staff, a twelve-mang magic array descended.

"I, who once kissed the tears of the Angel of Fire, believed in the true god of Molo."

"I, who once kissed the tears of the angel of twilight, believed in the true god of Moloch."

"I once kissed the tears of the angels of the world and believed in the true god of Moloch."

……

The eleven divine priests walked into the ten magic arrays and chanted praises, and then a little vermilion flower that was exactly the same as Sikong appeared in the center of his eyebrows.

With their praises, a strong aura of holiness permeated the entire temple, and there were angels and phantoms intertwined like clouds, shuttling through the temple to protect the true gods.

The glory was sprinkled, the gospel was born, and then the magic crystals of the twelve elements were born in the twelve-mang magic array.

This is a world of magic and swords, and although these contestants still practice the superstring furnace system, they can perform the corresponding level of magic according to their own strength.

And these eleven sacred sacrifices are even more sealed by their own magic, borrowing the power of the remnants of the Moro True God in the world, and casting forbidden spells that only exist in the legends of Middle-earth.

"Holy Judgment!"

Eleven people drank together, and suddenly the heavens and the earth changed color, and the wind howled, but the twelve elemental crystals in the magic array became more and more brilliant, and the light was different, representing the supreme magic of Middle-earth.

"On behalf of my God, I declare that I will deprive King Fast of his divine destiny and return to the arms of the true god of Moro immediately!"

They can't kill Sikong with their hands, but God can!

At this moment, they used the bloodstained code to awaken the true meaning of magic, revealing a forbidden spell that only belonged to the true god, which was equivalent to exercising power on behalf of the gods, forcibly letting Sikong die and become a sacrifice!

A magic crystal corresponding to the Angel of Tears shattered suddenly, and a tide of magic power directly enveloped Sikong, who suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something important.

The scarlet flower on the center of the eyebrows flickered even more, as if it would disappear in the next moment.

Before this forbidden spell that only belongs to the true god, no matter how high his spiritual domain value is as high as 30 points, and he has more martial arts consciousness, it seems that he can't do anything.

You can only accept the fate of being a sacrifice.

"Heh, forbidden spells? He crossed the king's life, and I guarded the lonely city! ”