'Plop! ’

A sack fell into a puddle of water, splashing mud, and from the sack came a childish grunt. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A child struggled to get out of the sack, and his pointed ears, handsome little face, and ill-fitting adult clothes enveloped him.

This is an elf, the last elf of Middle-earth.

It's just that the child looked at Sikong's gaze, with resentment that did not match his age, his little hands were clenched tightly, and his joints were white.

Seeing this child, Sikong frowned: "You shouldn't have brought him." ”

Indeed, these six people should not have brought elves here.

The sea of people is vast, the flood is monstrous, this little elf is hiding on a safe stone pillar casually, it is difficult to find it, and naturally it will not be able to plunder the luck of the elf family.

After all, the game is coming to an end, and everyone's time is running out.

"No, it's his fate."

One of them spoke, "There are only two results for today's events. ”

The rain was like drums, and the other said in a low voice, "Either you die, and thirty drops of the Blood of Christ will be obtained by the six of us." ”

'Click! ’

The sword was unsheathed, and one person took off the hat on his head, and the hat was still in the bleak and barren grass, and looked at Sikong and said: "Either the six of us die, and you kill this kid again, seek to steal the luck of the elf clan, make up for yourself, and disrupt the last battle for us." ”

When the words fell, the six of them joined forces, stepped through the puddle, and did not say a word.

But if you look closely at their faces, they are as old as drooping old men, and occasionally a wisp of crimson plunders their skin, revealing evil spirits.

It's just very light, far less turbulent than commonplace, and even gave birth to demons, allowing ghosts to reappear.

They each had a drop of the blood of Christ, but they didn't have the strength of the prince in purple back then, so they let the evil qi enter their bodies.

Sikong smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking at the eyes of these six people, but slowly brought a look of appreciation.

Everyone is a person who cares about its monstrous wolf heart and dog lungs after death.

Today, then, there are indeed only two results.

'Zheng ......'

Like a silk bamboo plucking the strings, I saw a sword light rubbing against the qi wave, and the boundless murderous aura rolled violently, making the desolate and barren grass bend their waists, and they flew around Sikong, swept into a whirlpool like a violent wind!

Sikong, who was at the center of the storm, was radiating a fierce energy throughout his body!

The power of the Temple!

Sikong did not spare his hand, his face was full of solemnity, and he was extremely cautious in the face of the six people who had received the blood of Christ in front of him.

In particular, there is a looming aura, hidden among the six people, like a colorful big cat patrolling the mountains and forests, giving Sikong the shadow of death, but Sikong can't find the owner of this breath at all!

Such as a fish in the throat.

He fished Middle-earth, lured the people who were in the blood of Christ, and used himself as bait, seemingly holding the big picture, but in fact he was also frightened step by step, putting death and afterlife!

The face of the person who rushed to the head changed, and the sword that had been mined in the Nine Mountains Copper Mine and tempered by the dwarf master for three years suddenly came out of his hand, rolled in the air, and was forced by the strength around Sikong, and shot angrily into the whirlpool!

The extremely thin sword body was overwhelmed by the backlog of qi waves and the impact of mustard grass, bursting out a series of loud sharp sounds, like thunder and anger from the sky, mixed with the pouring of heavy rain, making this lonely tomb of mountains and rivers that had been separated from the flames of war seem to return to the battle of killing gods six years ago!

Sikong's pupils shrank, and he took out his sword!

The holy sword was filled with milky white brilliance, and it was three inches away from the body of the sword, and only a cracking sound that pierced the eardrum was heard.

The six of them did not retreat, but gritted their teeth and rushed into the whirlpool that swept the chaotic grass waves, heading towards Sikong!

If they retreat and their momentum leaks, they will definitely lose!

Sink down, clench your fists, and bow your horse.

One person swallowed mountains and rivers with great anger, and the waist and horse were one, urging the blood of Christ in the body with all his might, making the evil aura on his face even stronger, and if the eye shadow hung under his eyes, it looked extremely demonic.

Punch out!

When this punch came out, there were 100,000 luck intertwined with it, and it actually increased its strength by thirty-six times!

The heavy rain also evaporated, turning into a cloud of smoke, which shrouded this man's fist and rose straight into the sky, forming a wolf smoke, which became more and more dense as time passed.

Sikong lifted the sword at his waist, stepped back on the string, and his steps were ups and downs, making people unable to see the reality clearly, and he suddenly appeared in front of this person.

Sikong's chest suddenly rose up, like a cliff hanging high, and the outline of the ribs was printed on the dragon pattern armor, which was actually clear. It was like a river pouring back, and the bubbling waves were swallowed into his lungs.

The alveoli expanded in large areas, and all the ravines were flattened out, absorbing as much air as possible.

"Duh!"

As if he was drinking violently, the tiger and leopard thunder sound of the sky came out with all his might, and actually turned the surrounding grass, gravel, and mud and sand into cannonballs and hit the six people.

And this person who punched was the first to bear the brunt, as if there were thousands of flies buzzing around in his head, beating gongs and drums, shaking his heavenly spirit cover to explode!

The other person's face changed drastically, and he took out a golden cup and smashed it at Sikong's back, its momentum was like a mountain, with great strength.

But Sikong's eyes were fierce, and he didn't dodge or dodge, the sword light flashed, and a shallow scar with the width of a hair appeared on the neck of the person who punched.

The blood, from slow to urgent, finally spurted out, the arteries were cut neatly, the man covered his neck, staggered back, his face was dead gray, and after he collapsed weakly, he never stood up again.

Six people, one of them has gone!

'Click! ’

The golden cup smashed into Sikong's back, and the sound of bones breaking came from Sikong's body, and blood rolled in Sikong's throat, but he swallowed it in one gulp!

Sikong turned around suddenly, his blonde hair fell down, his eyes were full of evil spirit, and a snow plum petal slowly swirled.

And he walked alone in the rain and with his sword in his hand.

Silent killing, without the slightest hustle and bustle.

There are winds and waves, and the sky is not clear.

The thunder of the explosion lasted for a long time, and it resounded on the lonely grave of the mountains and rivers all the time.

In front of the lonely grave, Sikong inserted the holy sword into the chest of the person opposite, and a green and terrifying silver needle actually pierced the dragon armor and pierced Sikong's lower abdomen.

Then, the silver needle seemed to come to life, and actually drilled into Sikong's body, Sikong's teeth tightened, his muscles quickly tensed, and he was stuck tightly on the silver needle.

This silver needle is a real treasure, indestructible, and it will never die when you see the blood!

The second!

Sikong Su was full of slaughter, and quickly pulled out the holy sword, but he felt that his back was tight, and the biting cold wind was like an ice loach, rolling in his dragon pattern armor.

Sikong's eyes widened angrily, as if he was burning with dazzling flames, and he held the holy sword, and turned around with a vertical slash.

'Ding-dong ......'

The imaginary sound of the golden stone did not appear, and Sikong only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the tenacious touch of the sword blade rebounding back made his hand holding the holy sword almost let go.

Then, a suction force like a falling quagmire came, and Sikong saw a dark stone being held in his hand, holding the holy sword deadly, and a huge magnetism was transmitted, and that suction was transmitted from it.

This person's face was overjoyed, and his eyes showed a happy color, and when he saw the other three people confiding in the murderous intentions, the weapons in his hands were cut down to Sikong!

If the six of them dared to come, they were sure.

After all, even if Sikong falls off the altar and loses his divine luck, after all, he has also commanded the wind and rain and led the entire Middle-earth world, and he must have something extraordinary.

Needless to say, the secret that Sikong could use the Templar suit had long been known and dug up by those with ulterior motives.

Today, they are bound to win.

But Sikong suddenly raised his head and smiled coldly......