As soon as these words came out, many people smiled weirdly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If they think of it, they naturally want it.

The eleven divine priests of the Moro True God camp walked out and looked at Sikong with a distressed look.

"We are all servants of the true God, and you are the last holy sacrifice of the true god of Moloch. For the sake of faith and divine light, we should not spare our humble lives. You, kill yourself. ”

Hearing this, Sikong laughed indulgently and unruly, and a rusty sword was tightly held in his hand, and said: "Okay, you eleven are so great, kill yourself first and show me, and we will return to the arms of the true god together!" ”

"You!"

Eleven of the holy priests pointed at Sikong with anger in their eyes, as if they were still grieving why he had not repented and failed the expectations of the true God.

"Oh, I'll do it......"

One person walked out slowly, holding a two-handed giant sword, his footsteps were as calm as a mountain, and the terror of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood poured out.

In this Middle-earth of swords and swords, magic and dragons, the sword is the weapon of kings.

He looked at Sikong, his shoulder-length hair slightly white, and said lonely: "I have no faith, let alone a sacred sacrifice." But I slew 10,000 people with one sword and built a castle! ”

"Don't worry, I'll let you choose to commit suicide!"

Sometimes, death is not terrible, and life is better than death.

Huo Wu stood up suddenly, stood in front of Sikong, and confronted this man: "Douglas, he is my friend, if you want to touch him, you have to ask me if I agree!" ”

"You ......"

The man stretched out his voice, glanced at Huo Wu, shook his head and mocked, "You are not qualified as a woman. Not to mention the tears of the angel who was snatched away, even the blessed Aiya City was almost unable to defend it. ”

"I've killed too many people, and now I'm only killing one person a day. This person, not you. ”

This person is wanton and arrogant, with white hair like a demon, and his whole body is aggressive.

And the movement here also attracted everyone's attention, even the silent man with the wooden sword in his arms raised his head slightly, his eyes were deep.

Unbeatable!

Sikong quickly estimated the difference in strength between the two, he is still seriously injured now, it is better to be quiet and not to move, Sikong rolled his eyes, and suddenly said loudly-

"Everyone, what, whoever helps me, I will send him my angelic tears! Well, I can also explain the role of this angel's tears in detail, and even send you a experience of using it, so that you can become a qualified sacred sacrifice in one day! ”

Everyone was stunned, a moment ago, Sikong was still impassioned, and he would rather be a broken jade than a complete bloody appearance, but at this moment, his face was full of flattery, and his eyes looked at everyone slipperily, and he couldn't wait to give it up.

Never before, such a brazen person!

Even Huo Wu's face became extremely embarrassed, and suddenly remembered the bad past when Sikong was still a thief, and two blushes floated on his cheeks, recalling some unforgettable scenes.

Sikong doesn't care about other people's contempt for him, leaving Qingshan without worrying about no firewood, isn't it just the tears of angels, how can he have his own little life matter!

'When the master heals from his injuries, there will be a mental storm, and I want you to finish all of them!' ’

Sikong looked around at everyone present, seemingly humble, but engraved everyone's appearance in his heart.

Finally, freeze on the numb and silent man.

But suddenly, a shameful laugh broke out from the crowd: "This person has been hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, why is he so white, and he also transferred the angel's tears, haha......"

This time, it was Sikong's turn to look stunned.

But I heard Huo Wu whispering behind Sikong one after another-

"The gods are far away at the edge of the world, but they are always aware of their followers, especially your sacred sacrifices. Only the angelic tears actively choose the believers, and no one can forcibly transfer or enslave the angels' tears, otherwise the gods will send down the wrath of the gods. ”

When I heard the words and thought about it carefully, it was indeed reasonable.

For every sacred sacrifice, the fate has something to do with the gods, and the gods can perceive the trajectory of the person's fate with a single thought. If the sacred sacrifice can be plundered of luck and forcibly occupy the tears of the angels and become a sacred sacrifice, then it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the gods.

How is it possible for the true God to allow the pagans, those who kill their own sacrifices, to take their place as the next generation of sacred sacrifices?

This is also the law discovered by these contestants after ten years of hard work, most of which are summarized from the accumulated bones of those who are interested in interests.

"Douglas, hurry up and do it......"

In the crowd, a man with a hooked nose and a vulture-like face shook his head with a smile, urging Douglas.

Douglas nodded and walked towards Sikong.

Quietly, everyone present regarded Sikong as a lamb to be slaughtered, fish on the chopping board, and let them choose.

It's just because they saw Sikong's strength, which was only a one-dimensional micro-string intermediate level.

There is not a single life on the body.

"You dare!"

Fire Dance is a spicy nature, after ten years of polishing, the pungent condenses into magma and precipitates in the bottom of my heart, but it is just more and more restrained.

The more restrained it is, the more earth-shattering it will be when it erupts!

She wiped Manyao's waist, and a long whip as red as blood, woven from dragon skin, crackled like the thunder of the night, rolling in, and even the mighty sound of the glacier was muffled.

She has never liked to dance with swords and swords, she prefers this whip that is both strong and soft, and the goblins and craftsmen do not forge long whips, so she simply uses the skin shed by the fire dragon and weaves this red twilight whip by herself day after day!

"Drink!"

Huo Wu was full of momentum, and the method of breathing and nourishing qi: the phoenix sycamore made her lungs fully awakened, with her as the center of the circle, the air within a radius of ten meters was taken in, leaving a vacuum.

Her jet-black hair fluttered, and her bright red robe and cold face made her look like a flame queen.

The dantian was full of anger, and the Red Twilight Whip was like a poisonous snake, and it shot at Douglas in an instant.

This competition, which is set in the background of the Middle-earth civilization, still follows the cultivation system of the imperial civilization, although it is difficult to improve the cultivation realm due to the mirror image principle.

But after ten years of tempering, Huo Wu, like many people, has pushed his martial arts to the fullest, and can perfectly exert his potential and maximize his strength.

At the same time, with Fire Dance's move, her deep luck surged out of her body, and finally merged into the attack of the Red Twilight Whip.

Let the speed of the Red Twilight Whip suddenly increase by several times!

It turns out that plundering luck can not only have a small probability of blessings from the other party, but also increase one's own strength!

It's like letting these one-dimensional contestants have in advance the robbery martial arts that can only be practiced in the two-dimensional realm and above, and they can feel the strength and strength of the strong, cultivate the heart of the strong, and fade away the fear and strangeness of the high realm!

Unlike those immortal cultivation civilizations, they always keep silent about the high realm, and they also teach their disciples and protégés with great pains, saying that they are too ambitious and need to be down-to-earth.

In fact, it's just a broom for self-cherishment!

Sikong looked at Huo Wu's back, his eyes were uncertain, and his face showed a little struggle.

'Ping! ’

After the crunch of gold and stone intersecting, Douglas did not move, steady as a mountain, and the two-handed greatsword was crossed by his shoulder.

The Red Twilight Whip turned into an afterimage, and was skillfully pulled back by him, with a huge inertia, causing wisps of green smoke to burn the air, and dance towards the fire.

But at this moment, a back figure stood in front of Fire Dance.