"Stand down, it's a sin to have no self-knowledge."

Fergman's one-eyed glance at the four Black Keys was bland, his gaze filled with unshakable will and condescending pity. Mechanical words are more commands than dissuasions.

The four people who realized this were furious and wanted to do something, but reason finally suppressed the impulse. opened his mouth and couldn't refute two sentences, and finally retreated with an ugly face.

Hey, it seems like a strong look......

Zhou Yao silently watched the four of them exit, and his eyes moved to the new opponent.

"Ready to apologize? Heterodox. ”

Staring at Zhou Yao coldly, Feigman asked in a low voice. An attitude of jumping to conclusions without giving people an excuse.

"Heresy? I? ”

Zhou Yao pointed at himself strangely and asked questions.

"That's right, heretic. Uses magic to distort the truth of God, destroys sacred places, and oppresses the servants of the Lord. Three crimes alone are enough for me to put on trial.

But the Lord is forgiving, and if you repent, you will forgive your sins. If you continue to do evil, I can only do my duty. ”

"Uh-huh, that is, if I throw in the towel and beg for mercy now, you will forgive me. If I continue, you will judge me? ”

"Heretic, if you understand, make a choice. Repent in the light or accept God's judgment. ”

Eggman looked at Zhou Yao with a gaze that seemed to be looking down at the sky, and gave an ultimatum in a cold tone.

"Compared to this...... Are you a secondary 2 disease? ”

Zhou Yao looked at Feigman for a long time, but he still couldn't help but say what was in his heart. This question has been in question since the appearance of Feigman.

Although it is true that the church exists for the purpose of "hunting heresy", there are people who actually put words such as heresy, sin, and judgment on their lips, and Zhou Yao saw it for the first time, and it gave him the same feeling as the second disease. Although he occasionally falls ill, he makes such words and deeds under the attention of such a large number of audiences...... I really have to admire it.

"Middle two disease? Are you insulting me as a Templar?! For the crime of arrogance against you, it is up to me to Feigman? Lilde Chas sanctions! ”

Hear Zhou Yao's words and deeds. Feigman's momentum was stagnant at first, and then multiplied and surged out, and even the ground under his feet was trampled to cracks.

He didn't know what the second disease was, but he analyzed it from Zhou Yao's tone. Obviously a bad thing.

"So do you still have to fight in the end? Then hurry up, preemptively! Zhou Yao reminded, and the floating hand of Yan shot out like a penetration, feeling that it was better to call it a cannonball than a fist.

"Trial execution!"

Face the fire hand that shoots in. Feigman's face did not change in the slightest, and he actually raised his clenched fist and faced the hand of the flame.

The next moment an unequal collision occurred, and the ground centered on Fegman shattered severely, and the strong air pressure almost lifted off these broken floor tiles.

But Fergman's punch didn't bounce back, and even his steps were firmly fixed in place, as if the roots of a tree were rooted in the earth.

On the other side, the hand of Yan was stopped in mid-air and could not move forward a single inch.

It's hard to imagine that at most, a finger-thick fist of the Flame Hand seems to be a giant's arm infused with infinite will. All of the attacks that came through the Fire Hand were neutralized by Feigman's force.

"I didn't do my best, but I was able to block it with just my fists......"

Zhou Yao raised his eyebrows in surprise, and added his other flame hand to the attack, and launched a punch attack on Eggman with both hands.

The offensive is like a storm, and any hit can be fatal.

However, Feigman was as unshakable as the peak of the clouds, and with only one hand he pulled up the absolute defensive circle, and the dazzling flashes created a series of afterimages, and every fist of the two flame hands was scattered by him. The precise movements are like robots.

"It's a quick reaction, it's not like it's a magic boost. Is it really because of that eye......

Zhou Yao continued the continuous attack of the Yan Hand, and his gaze couldn't help but shift to Feigman's face, the left eye covered by the blindfold still did not welcome the sun, while the other eye changed dramatically.

The pupils changed from their original color to silver. The center of the pupil is engraved with a cross representing the sacred. With each move of Figman, the cross in the pupils of the eyes is bound to radiate pure brilliance as if in response to Figman.

"It's useless, heretic. In 'Pseudo? By the grace of the Code of Suffering, my will will be a source of strength to judge sinners. The mere means of heresy hurt me. ”

Confident as he recounted, Fergman raised his other hand and struck the hand of fire far away with both hands.

"False? Code of Suffering...... A canon-class weapon? No. Since it has a pseudo-word, it's a copy or something. ”

Retracting the hand of flame that was knocked away, and at the same time relieving the manifestation of the hand of fire, Zhou Yao said with interest.

"My faith is unshakable, and my will will will not be extinguished. Even if it's a copy, I can judge you for your crimes. Fergman said coldly.

"Hey, let's try it!"

Since the Hand of Flame has no effect, the next step is melee combat.

Zhou Yao rushed forward, shortening the distance between the two in a few steps, and then he swept out with a backhand with the scabbard in his hand, and at the same time cut a semi-circular trajectory on the sheath, he included Fergman in the range of the attack.

"It's useless."

Eggman's face was expressionless, and he pressed his arms down to his side, and almost at the same moment, the scabbarded Zana struck him on the arm.

"Not necessarily."

Zhou Yao raised his other hand and pressed it against the scabbard, and the follow-up force suddenly burst out, sweeping Feigman away.

It's still a little light, just add a little more force......

Seeing that Feigman's body only moved out for a short distance, and even the balance of his body was not broken, Zhou Yao thought with some regret.

He tiptoed after him, and the ancient scabbard opened a gap in front of him, pulling out a third of the pitch-black blade.

Flying Flame!

The flame of the red lotus burst out from between the knife and the sheath, and when the flame wave that had been pursuing the range was constantly compressed, and the color of the flame became richer, the flame that was a few sizes smaller than before burst out, and its target was undoubtedly Feigman, who he had chased.

Rumble!

The bursting flames engulfed Figman's upper body at close range. The range of this Flying Flame is only one of a few people in normal mode, but its power also skyrockets in inverse proportion.

It was thanks to those four months of practice that Zhou Yao had figured out the derivative application of Flying Flame. On the premise of reducing the width to a narrower size and abandoning long-range flight, he created a close-range flying flame.

Originally, Flying Flame and the Hand of Flame were inseparable from True Red, and if you deepened your control over True Red, its moldability would be more free and broad than the other Seven Forms.

"It's useless."

"That's weird! You're going to say this?! Zhou Yao complained strangely.

Under the eyes of the judgment that had been open, he could clearly see that the flames were right in the chest of Eggman, and the flames that erupted burned his clothes to ashes in the blink of an eye, leaving large scars on his body, but they were not serious, but they burned his skin to the extent that they burned his skin.

"Judgment - Execution!"

As if to refute Zhou Yao's words, Feigman yelled and changed his sentence, and his speed suddenly skyrocketed a few points, shortening the distance between him and Zhou Yao.

And then—

A punch, from the point of view of the martial artist's profession, can only be said to be a bland punch, but enough for Fergman, he has a pseudo? Code of Suffering!

Will, a state of mind that arises from the decision to achieve a certain goal, is often expressed in words or actions. For Figman, his purpose was to "live for the faith." His actions are the embodiment of faith.

With the Codex, he can apply the concept of "will" to ** and obtain a strength equal to that of will. It was also because of this that he only suffered some minor injuries after eating a flying flame at close range. However, what he has is only a replica after all, and there is an upper limit to the strength. If it's genuine, Flying Flame won't even be able to leave him with a single injury.

Bang!

punched out, hit Zhou Yao, who raised his knife to resist, and then flew out upside down with a whoosh.

With this blow, the surrounding spectators collectively let out loud cheers. Make people feel the advantage of playing at home.

The sound was so loud that it drowned out the sound of Kalian's organ, and even Losna, who was immersed in the comics in the distance, couldn't help but glance up.

Then in the process of turning the audience's cheers into exclamations, she saw the flying disaster of Zhou Yao's incarnation.

"Get out of the way!"

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Faced with the sudden situation, Rosna did not change her face, and recited English sentences like a tape recorder fast-forwarding.

Zhou Yao only felt an invisible wave spreading out from Rosina's body, which did not cause a substantial impact but rebounded the inertial power that carried him in the direction.

So-

"Again!?"

Zhou Yao screamed, drew a perfect parabola and experienced a trapeze once again.

"Whoever disturbs my pleasures is a wicked person."

Rosna said coldly, no longer looking at Zhou Yao, bowing her head and continuing to immerse herself in the book. Staying out of the way, as if the battle in the church had nothing to do with her.

"It hurts."

Zhou Yao jumped up from the ground and rubbed his buttocks, the sudden rebound made him not ready to hit the ground, and his buttocks came into close contact with the ground.

He glared in Losena's direction, only to be met with no but ignorance. For a while, the resentment lost the direction of pouring out, and was finally swallowed back by him.

"It's weirder than the other."

Zhou Yao muttered something in a low voice, and turned his head to look at Fergman.

Then he saw that Fergman's nostrils were about to hit his face. (To be continued.) )