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Ripples and steady steps.

Dressed in dragon armor, with a bronze face and a handleless sword.

He came quietly, the wind was light, quiet, and even the years were quiet in his footsteps.

The salty sea breeze became the cloak that fluttered behind him.

The hoarse birds and the blue sky became his background.

The vicissitudes of life are heavy, and with his arrival, scenes of epic legends from the past emerge before Celtis's eyes.

He is history.

Celtice looked at the man with a misty gaze, as if she had returned to the early morning of ten years ago.

In front of the Thousand Snow River and under St. Ann's Castle, one person and one word will let thousands of troops and horses come to worship.

"Isn't he a god, how did he become a Templar again? Who is he? Keltis muttered.

Sikong looked at the silver frost dragon flying in the air, his eyes were indifferent, the knight suit on his body was ordinary, there was no leakage of the power of the temple, and it was all precipitated in the depths, waiting for the moment when the stone broke through the earth.

And looking closely at the holy sword in Sikong's hand, there are small swords that are like ice crystals, patchwork and inlay, forming this handleless holy sword.

Small swords, exactly one hundred and eight.

Coincidentally, the dragon pattern armor and bronze mask on Sikong's body are also composed of one hundred and eight tiny knight suits.

The nine true gods created angels, each one hundred and eight.

There are also warriors in the world, who abandon useless feelings, pass the trial of grass, put on knightly suits, and become Templars and guardian angels.

Exactly one hundred and eight Templar suits.

Nowadays, they are all commonplace.

Sikong didn't say anything, he took out his sword, and the power of the temple flowed on the holy sword.

The sword came out, and the hundred zhang holy power was like a match, like a crescent moon coming out of the laurel, directly tearing through the waves and slashing towards the silver frost dragon.

Then, a scene that shocked all the contestants present happened, the dragon breath spewed out by the Silver Frost Dragon, the flickering divine light, and the monstrous divine luck seemed to be nothing, and was directly passed through by the holy power.

The holy power fell, and a deep scar crept onto the Silver Frost Dragon's wings, almost cutting it off by the roots, leaving only layers of thin skin to connect together.

The miserable roar of the Silver Frost Dragon, shattering Yun Lan, spread throughout Middle-earth with its divine power, moving everyone.

There are also many figures who set off to the lost ocean, and many of them have divine light piercing the sky.

And in the timeline corresponding to Middle-earth, in reality.

'Barbarian Star Domain' administrative star, Manbang Key Middle School, a practice room with bright windows and a clean window, covering an area of nearly ten miles

A box of 50,000 crape myrtle coins, the 'Nine Refining Nerve Conduction Cream' that can temporarily increase the activity of the brain is slowly sublimating, filling the entire practice room.

From the mouth of the popular singer Lijian, the limited edition landscape song can calm the soul and calm the body's qi and blood hormones' 'Qingshan Ageless' elegant echo, lingering and precipitating all the distractions in the world.

Through the interstellar super-instantaneous channel, the radioactive wood extracted from the 'cosmic forest' thousands of light-years away is hung on the wall of the practice room, radiating various special bands outward, which can slowly improve the quality of the human body and improve the integrity of the gene chain.

A special teacher, sitting in the air, his eyes like electricity, scanned the entire practice room.

I saw that in this spacious practice room, there were more than ten people sitting on the sparse plate, distributed for ten miles, each forming a square circle.

Outside the window, more than 20 heads stretched out, looking into the classroom, with a look of unwillingness and longing.

They are all participants who have 'died' and quit the all-real scene hunting competition.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the special teacher sighed softly, and instantly appeared next to a student in the room.

I saw that this student's eyes were closed, his breathing was heavy, his face was abnormally flushed, and his hands on his knees were even more bulging.

A faint smell of blood wrapped around the teacher's nose, his eyes were solemn, and as soon as his mind moved, he saw the clothes on the back of the student's back 'stabbing'.

On the shoulder blade exposed, a deep visible wound was bleeding blood!

The face of the special teacher changed greatly, the superstring furnace hummed, and when his finger was pointed, there was starlight condensation.

With a tap of his finger on the wound, the student's injury immediately recovered as before, and there was nothing unusual.

And just when the special teacher's heart was a little calm, another wound directly slashed through the student's neck, and the plasma was like a flying wave, rushing up more than ten meters high!

The special teacher's breath tightened, and his fingers clicked on the student's neck one after another, stitching up the wound, and then waving the starlight, directly enveloping the person.

Wounds suddenly appeared, and a little bit of starlight surged to heal the wounds, like a tug-of-war, and the wounds and starlight overlapped.

Even with this special teacher's intervention, this student's flushed face quickly turned pale, his face was sweating profusely, and his eyes were even more open.

The special teacher snorted angrily, his class was a well-known elite class in the key middle school of Manbang.

Every student in the class is the pride of the sky.

And the person in front of him is one of the oldest gods of learning, and he is a seed-level person who is expected to enter the Imperial University.

How can there be a mistake!

"Hunting tournament customer service, I want to complain! How can you hurt a real body in this game, this is against the rules! ”

The special teacher angrily connected to the organizer of the all-real scene hunting competition, and aggressively rebuked the customer service.

Under the simulated phantom cast, a woman with a sweet appearance and a milky voice said with a smile: "After testing, the data of the contestant is normal, and no abnormalities have been found. ”

"And what's going on with these wounds?!" The special teacher pointed to his protégé with a grim face.

The customer service's gaze remained the same, and his smile remained the same: "Because you have third-level military merits, the information you can get within your authority is: the contestant has reached the limit of strength that can be achieved in this competition; The player was damaged by energy that was suspected to be a real treasure, which affected reality. ”

"The limit of strength?"

The special teacher was puzzled, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked, "Since they have all reached the limit of their strength, how can those true hidden treasures that are only suitable for low-dimensional cultivators be able to hurt him?!" ”

"I'm sorry, your question is beyond my purview, and I can't comment on it."

The customer service woman smiled sweetly, her big eyes were shining, and she quietly looked at the teacher in front of her.

The special teacher directly disconnected from contact and paced around the students beside him, his face anxious.

"Yi Wu, you must not have anything to do......"

Middle-earth, lost in the ocean

Sikong held the holy sword in his hand, his blonde hair fluttered with the sea breeze, and his face behind the mask was cold and ruthless.

And the silver frost dragon has become a bloody reptile at this moment.

This is made in heaven, the dragon wings with magic patterns float on the water, and are greedily devoured by the demons, so that the demons have mutations, and the demonic energy is monstrous, and they have evolved to a higher level of life.

The silver frost dragon struggled on the surface of the water, the dragon's blood was like a great river, rolling into the ocean, and I don't know how many demons gathered at the edge of this dragon's blood, enjoying it wantonly.

"No, no, it's not scientific! What about my divine powers? What about my indestructible dragon body? ”

The Silver Frost Dragon was in disbelief, looking at Sikong who was approaching step by step, and a weak dragon groaned.

"Finally, I ask you again, do you hand over Qingqing?" Sikong put his sword on the neck of the Silver Frost Dragon and asked.

"If you kill me, I won't pay it! I, Yi Wu, am a man who stands up to the sky, how can I make my women suffer! The Silver Frost Dragon drank.

"Hehe......"

Sikong shook his head, and the holy sword in his hand was slowly raised.

"Stop!"

"You dare! Now in the apocalypse, the gods are our greatest reliance! ”

"Let go of the dragon god, you have to think about all of us!"

Suddenly, a magician came in the sea breeze, supporting his friends.

There are even more Taoist divine lights ups and downs, looking at this scene, his face is cloudy and uncertain, and he is frightened.

It doesn't matter if the Silver Frost Dragon is dead or alive, after all, there is one less dragon god, and there are others who inherit his divine luck.

However, where did this power, which is not strong, but extremely weird, and seems to break this illusory game, come from?

Sikong raised his head, looked at the people who came over, and smiled coldly.

For the sake of the world?

Sikong swung his sword, and the power of the temple shattered the withered and decaying halt to cut off the ships, and one by one the elves fell into the water and were devoured by demons.

Sikong held the holy sword upside down with both hands, and his eyes were fierce.

The gates of the underworld are wide open, how about the demons attacking?

What about the end times?

I'm sorry, this number one villain, the name of the public enemy of the whole people, I have a seat!

Sikong's face was ruthless, and the holy sword in his hand stabbed down!