Knowing that the gold coin in his hand was actually a hot potato, Zhang Yang's heart was not so comfortable.

This alchemist, named Alford, like in all web novels, sells his soul to demons to gain power, and then casts a curse on the gold coins, tempting the holders of the gold coins step by step into darkness.

"So, is that pig-headed man who was killed because of this gold coin?"

This thought made Zhang Yang a little creepy, thinking of the disgusting face of the pig-headed man, Zhang Yang suddenly lost interest in the so-called dark power of gold coins, and even lost the characteristics of people, can he still be regarded as a human.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yang still received the gold coin into the storage space, which was originally a relatively independent space that no one could touch, and it was the safest to store this gold coin.

Zhang Yang waited in the main hall for a while, but he still didn't wait for Van Hexin to come out, but there were several papal personnel who were in charge of repairing the floor, and they looked at Zhang Yang with unkind faces, obviously taking Zhang Yang as the culprit.

"Well, I've got to go beforehand, goodbye."

Looking at the unkind expressions of these guys, Zhang Yang slipped away decisively, just went out to observe the scenery outside, but when Zhang Yang walked to St. Peter's Square outside, he found that the large square, which was originally very few, was empty at the moment, and when Zhang Yang was guessing, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

The footsteps were neatly aligned, and at first glance, it was easy to think that it was a neat army, but when Zhang Yang turned around, his scalp suddenly felt a little numb.

A neat group of heavy knights, dressed in silver metal armor, stood in a row. Looking at the silver armor of this group of knights, it was enough to blind his eyes, and Zhang Yang blinked.

"Is this considered to be the old one?"

Zhang Yang felt very depressed, and walked in the church hall in a good manner. is savoring the charm of art with his heart, cultivating his own temperament and sentiment, suddenly a big guy launched an attack on himself without saying a word, he couldn't beat his own calculations, Nima called a team of people to come out to intercept him, do you think this is a primary school student blocking the school gate after school.

No matter what Zhang Yang slandered in his heart, this pair of silver-armored heavy knights who were enough to brighten their eyes were still standing in front of them. As for why knights? That's because on the pillar not far away, there are more than a dozen horses neatly tethered!

The bunker has wood!

The corners of Zhang Yang's mouth twitched slightly, and then he saw one of them who seemed to be the leader. He took a step forward and drew his one-handed greatsword with his backhand.

"I heard that you defeated Celte, and I'd love to see your strength..."

He couldn't finish his words anymore, because in a short time. Zhang Yang has already run a distance of more than ten meters. The speed was so fast that a faint cloud of dust rose in St. Peter's Square.

The silver-armored knight's expression stiffened on his face, and his hand holding the one-handed sword trembled slightly, I don't know if it was caused by anger or excitement, and then he put away his sword and turned around, of course, not to retreat, but to untie the reins of the horses next to the pillar, turn over, and get on the horse!

Heavy knights are knights. It's because you need to rely on the power of the mount to get the most out of it. These horses are obviously a good breed of thousands of choices, and the three or four hundred pounds of people and armor only tremble slightly, but the horse's hooves are still powerful.

Drive!

Without much command from the knights, the horses directly understood what their masters meant, and spread their hooves to the guy running in front of them, and the sound of a dozen horses was very amazing, and the sound of heavy horses' hooves soon came from the ground.

It seems that it is not the first time that some people who are doing mass and prayer in the church feel this familiar vibration and sound, sigh slightly, and continue to do what they should do out of sight and out of mind.

"Nima, you still have to be embarrassed! Actually horseback riding! ”

Zhang Yang glanced back at the heavy knights who were following closely, because the speed was getting faster and faster, these silver-armored knights reflected a faint silver light, and they looked very mighty.

It's just that these scenery is flamboyant and has no intention of appreciating it at all, and he can only run desperately at the moment!

"These bastards, if it weren't for the fact that this is the territory of the Holy See, your mother wouldn't have recognized it if I had to beat it!"

Zhang Yang scolded in his heart while speeding up his running, but he saw that the gate of the square was closed at some point, and the entire wide St. Peter's Square suddenly turned into a huge closed racecourse at this moment, with more than a dozen horses galloping on it, and Zhang Yang was the unlucky prey!

It's also very simple to deal with these heavy knights, Zhang Yang only needs to use his mental power tentacles to create a tripwire, or directly use a one-handed sword to cut off the hooves of the opponent's horses, and immediately make these heavy knights waste half of their lives, and then go up and make up for it while the other party doesn't react, and he can wipe his neck cleanly.

But Zhang Yang didn't dare.

This is the Holy See, and the other party bullied him by relying on heaven and earth to favor people, and if he really killed these obviously trained knights, then the relationship between himself and the Holy See would inevitably become hostile.

"!"

Zhang Yang turned around and changed direction, then turned his body around, turned into a frontal face for the cavalry, and then began to bend and run.

In the eyes of these knights, Zhang Yang's originally despised figure suddenly became taller, but they still did not have the habit of stopping or slowing down.

The behemoth weighing hundreds of catties, the impact force that erupted under the high-speed impact was amazing, ordinary people hit it head-on and directly shattered the bones of the whole body, only to die on the spot, and Zhang Yang on the opposite side was still indomitable, dragging the one-handed big sword backwards with one hand, and rushed head-on.

He is like a weak praying mantis catching up with the wheels, like a boat going upstream, like a retrograde vehicle on the highway, like a lonely hero facing many artillery fires, moving forward.

Zhang Yang's heart moved to kill.

Today's events have nothing to do with him, but the other party's repeated provocations have also angered Zhang Yang's bottom line.

What about Catholic knights? Could it be that the knives are all on his neck, and he can't fight back?

Fuck off!

Swish!

The huge spiritual power that was invisible to the naked eye quickly spread out, forming a dense tripwire in front of Zhang Yang, intercepting in front of this group of cavalry, and Zhang Yang was also engrossed, and the one-handed big sword in his hand was ready to attack, and he was about to kill people under the horse!

25 meters, 20 meters, 15 meters!

The speed of the two sides is getting closer and closer, but Zhang Yang's heart is getting more and more relaxed.

Seeing that a torrent of black dots and white was about to end, a shout suddenly came from the square.

"Stop!"

There were three voices, one was a heavy knight in black clothes and black armor riding a black horse, one was a cardinal wearing a red robe, and one was very familiar to Zhang Yang, it was Van Hesing.

"It's late!"

Zhang Yang's heart was calm and waveless, and when the three shouts came out, the white torrent had already entered the encirclement of the spiritual power tentacles!

Hiss!

A terrible neighing of the horse, a white horse that was running at high speed, suddenly stumbled under the hooves as if an invisible rope was stumbled, the huge impact force immediately made the horse's body lose its balance, and the front hooves fell forward, and the white armor heavy knight on its back suddenly rolled out, and even had time to throw away the knight's sword in his hand, so he rolled into a ball and fell out.

The weight of hundreds of catties is accelerated, and the impact force is extremely huge, so Zhang Yang is not worried that his spiritual power tentacles have no effect, just like to shoot down a jet plane, you don't necessarily have to use a cannon, a small bird is enough, under the frontal high-speed impact, there is no difference between birds and shells.

And the principle of tripping horses is the same, so in the eyes of everyone, the white cavalry in front of Zhang Yang about ten meters away, suddenly as if they were attacked by a trap and plopped down, but in fact the ground is extremely flat, it looks like these knights' horses are collectively slipping.

"What's going on!"

The leading white-armored cavalry noticed the abnormality of his companion, and decisively turned over and dismounted, rolling over to remove the impact, and the next moment his mount suddenly tripped over something on his front hooves, and the huge impact force made the horse's hooves immediately bend to 90 degrees, and it seemed that he could not stand up.

"Plop Plop ......"

The sound of dumplings kept sounding, and the leader of the white-armored knight turned pale, and he racked his brains to figure out what was going on.

"Damn, this guy must be the devil!"

The white-armored knight was just about to get up, but suddenly a force came from his shoulder, and he fell to the ground again, and a silver one-handed sword rested on his neck.

He raised his head and looked down at him with a blank face.

The two made eye contact, and the white-armored knight only felt that his eyes were burning as if they were being burned by flames, and he subconsciously bent his head.

"You've lost."

Zhang Yang spoke lightly, his one-handed sword was on the opponent's neck, and the background behind him was the knight who was plopping and constantly falling, but the one-handed sword did not take advantage of the situation, because the figure of the black-armored knight was already standing behind the white-armored knight.

"Please be merciful."

A cold voice came from under the black armor, not because of disgust and impatience, but because he couldn't detect the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of human beings in his voice at all, and there was only absolute sanity.

"They almost killed me."

Zhang Yang looked into the eyes of the black-armored cavalry: "Sixteen heavy cavalry launched an attack on me, they really wanted to kill me, and when they wanted to kill me, where were you?" ”

"I ......"

The black-armored knight was speechless, but his eyes were still staring coldly at the flamboyant one-handed sword, obviously he didn't intend to explain, nor did he intend to compromise.

"In your opinion, the ordinary person killed by the paladin is just an ordinary person, so ordinary that it can't be more ordinary, because the other party has no relatives, and the Catholic Church has even waived the pension, do you think so? Your Excellency Lord of the Holy Order. (To be continued......)