When Tetsuji Kitagawa laughed wildly in his heart, Fan Lin's prayer ceremony had ended, and his ability to pray was very simple, that is, to borrow the power of Cecia to strengthen himself, so there was no big scene as imagined after the ceremony.

Beichuan is concentrating on how to carry the last period of time covered by the yellow sand, as long as the people below can see them, they will definitely find out Fan Lin's identity as a traitor, and when the time comes, the people on the side of the Dark Empire will definitely save him, I believe that even Amo doesn't dare to say anything.

In the past, although they used some dark magic, but this is under the jurisdiction of the Magic Association, but the prayer of the demon coming is to provoke the Priest Temple head-on, the development of the Priest Temple over the years is not comparable to those people in the Magic Association, they are not only the power of the priests, but also the Holy Knights of the famous continent, with the strength of the remaining people in the Dark Empire is not enough to confront them head-on.

But looking at Fan Lin's current appearance, it shouldn't be so easy to deal with, so he can only use that move! Thinking of this, his heart bit his teeth, Beichuan picked up the knife and made a movement like aiming, and the tip of the knife locked on Fan Lin.

This move is the ultimate killing move that Beichuan had prepared before, called "Sacrifice Attack", and this knife that seems to be stabbed slowly makes people feel that they can't dodge it. And as Beichuan's knife got closer and closer to Fan Lin, Beichuan's body had also aged rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his originally short stature began to become more rickety, and his long white hair was mixed with a hint of gray-white, and there were more and more gray-white hair.

But even if Beichuan burned his vitality and used this trick, he still underestimated the ability bonus of the demon to descend, and the strength and speed of the originally beastly Fan Lin had completely suppressed Beichuan, coupled with the special ability of the enchanting angel "Rage", Fan Lin was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and he had completely turned into a demon-like appearance, and a pair of black wings behind him buckled forward, protecting him in it.

"Ding!dang!" The sound of metal intersecting, the Taidao easily passed through the layer of mist and met the black wings, and the wings were only slightly blocked by the restrained momentum of the Taidao into black spots, seeing this scene, the claws of Fan Lin's hands also grabbed the Taidao together, but the pair of claws that were able to grasp the blade of the Taidao steadily before did not last too long and were twisted into a blood mist. The claws were crushed, and Fan Lin didn't have time to snort, and the blade had already stabbed in front of him.

At this time, Beichuan's full white hair had completely turned grayish-white, and his face was also shrouded in a layer of twilight, but the smile on his face was more and more brilliant in the wrinkles on his face.

"Huh~~" Fan Lin's whole body was bruised, his cheeks bulged like a ****, just when Beichuan saw that the tip of the knife was about to stab into Fan Lin's throat, his mouth opened wide, and a black airflow rushed towards Beichuan with this beast roar......

The yellow sand dispersed, and everyone watching the battle below whispered as they watched the scene in the ring.

"Who won this?" Aotian frowned, not just talking to himself or asking anyone.

When Wen Ziming saw the situation in the field, he also chuckled in his heart, didn't he already use the Demon Descending, how could the battle situation still be so tragic, this Beichuan's strength is really extraordinary.

Just when the people below were speculating about the result, the light shield on the ring was opened, and everyone was silent, only when one of the parties was completely lifeless, the protective shield of the life and death ring would be opened, and now I just don't know who won.

The situation in the ring is really extremely tragic, the two people are standing face to face, Beichuan still maintains the action of holding the knife, but only half of the knife in his hand is left, he is full of long gray hair, his body is rickety, his face is full of wrinkles, his eyes are full of shock, and blood is constantly overflowing from his mouth and nose.

Fan Lin had returned to his normal appearance at this time, his black hair had turned back into long black and gold hair, but only half of his arms were left, the blood was dripping and not yet coagulated, and his mouth was wide open and motionless.

At this time, a gust of wind came, Fan Lin shook a few times, and finally did not fall, but Beichuan on the opposite side spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell on his back on the ground that was already scarred and ravines.

Seeing this, Wen Ziming hurriedly took out the cyan Fengxing bead in his belt and rushed into the ring with the breeze.

He turned into a blue light and galloped to Fan Lin's side, Fan Lin, who was motionless, glanced at his eyes slightly, and saw that it was Wen Ziming, the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly, and his eyes closed and finally fell on his back, Wen Ziming hurriedly stepped forward to support him, feeling that he was still breathing evenly, and the heart was put back into his stomach.

On the other hand, Ah Mo saw Wen Ziming breathe a sigh of relief, so he motioned to Amkhan to go up and bring Beichuan back, although Beichuan must already be a corpse.

"What a waste, it's a shame! Go!" Mo glanced at Wen Ziming and didn't want to say goodbye to him, didn't even glance at Amu Khan, who had already flown back, turned around and withdrew with people.

I saw five dark dragons rising into the sky, gradually disappearing into the distance, until they disappeared. All the citizens of the Sehai Kingdom who saw this scene fell to their knees and shouted: "Lord Duke is mighty! Lord Gu is mighty!"

Because except for Dugu Aotian and Gu Yuanfeng, they didn't recognize the other people present, and in their minds, the people who retreated from the enemy must be our Duke and Lord Gu. As for the remaining two people, they are very young at first glance, and they must be the sons and nephews of the Duke, how can it be them......

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Fan Lin was seriously injured, and Wen Ziming could only stay in Sehai for a while, but he refused to visit everyone, including Dugu Aotian, and just wanted to wait for Fan Lin to heal from his injuries and then rush to see that person: the mysterious fortune teller in Huaxia, because the scene he saw in the crystal ball seemed to be about to happen.

But although he was closing the door, when Booker Goode came, Wen Ziming still couldn't shut him out.

"Ming, I recognized you when you rode up on the gourd, and I can't find a second person dressed like this in the whole Sehai!" As soon as he entered Wen Ziming's cabin, Old Goode shouted loudly, and he could hear that he was in a good mood, "Why don't you even have a chair at home......"

"I'm alone here every day, why do you want a chair, there's a wooden pier over there, can you try to sit on it......" Wen Ziming felt that his cabin was about to be overturned by his loud voice, and hurriedly pointed to the big wooden pier next to him, that pier was still played with on a whim before, but what he didn't expect was that it hadn't been sat on for two years.

Bookergood was also not polite, and sat on it with a buttocks, and the originally big pier suddenly disappeared under his buttocks: "I came to bring you a gift, the cool fruit and coconut wine prepared before, and ......"

As he spoke, he took out two storage rings, which should contain these local souvenirs of Sehai.

"And ...... Some healing medicines, as well as muscle-building bergamot ......"

As soon as he heard these four words, Wen Ziming rushed over and said impatiently: "Muscle-growing Buddha's hand, where is it?How do you know that I need this now?!"