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Originally, he thought that this was a mission without any challenges at all, and dispatching the five Shadow Sanctuaries would be even more fussful.

But what he didn't expect was that he would encounter such a terrible character.

The demon knife is you, the Shura is bloody, and the slaughter is thousands of miles.

No matter which noun it is, it is enough to make people feel terrified.

And now, they're all gathered in one person.

He seemed to see the resurrection of the former First Demon King.

He wanted to move his feet, but he didn't dare, not only the terrifying killing power that Su Junyan had just shown.

is also because he is deeply aware of the serious consequences once he turns around and escapes.

Even if he never returns to the Sacred Mountain, the Templar's pursuit will not stop.

The Templars are not lenient when it comes to those who have deviated.

The thought of the horrific and shady methods of the Inquisition made the hairs stand on end all over his body.

"Roger. One of his companions called out his name and told him to decide.

But what to do?

Roger swallowed and looked at the man who was still facing away from them, circles of red light spreading out like ripples around him, and strands of piercing red war patterns crisscrossed his back like an obscure painting.

The snow continued to fall, and Roger subconsciously clenched the shadow sword that had been materialized in his hand, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

That man, is he already at the end of the crossbow?

Observe the man closely, and think back to the description of the bloody killing of Shura that he had seen in the Templar Library.

This is an extremely fierce war paint, whether it is the war paint itself, or its coordination exercises, it is a killer move that cannot be stopped once it is cast, but at the same time, they will also consume a lot of the caster itself, and often a single slash will consume most of the caster's strength.

What's more, he also has Chiyou, who has an uncontrollable bloodthirstiness, unless it can be filled with blood at one time, it will regurgitate the holder, and continue to absorb the essence blood of the Chiyou to maintain its ferocity.

Obviously, the blood of a Jerry just now was not enough to make it drink enough blood, and it must be eating back now.

Look at the man again, although his body is still exuding that terrifying red glow, but the eyes on the giant knife have been closed again, and the flames that burned before have gradually extinguished, leaving a layer of killing intent as if he was holding something.

Moreover, he ...... There is only a fourth order, is he really that strong?

Did you think he was too powerful?

Thinking like this, Roger took a step forward with some impatience.

It's a temptation.

And sure enough, the moment he stepped out, the eyes on the giant knife opened again, and they all stared at this side as if they were extremely nervous.

The man also said, "You think I'm not going to do it anymore?"

He definitely can't!

As soon as these words came out, Roger's heart screamed, he was sure that this man, he really couldn't do it.

"Follow me!" Without hesitation, he stepped forward, the Shadow Sword in his hand raised again, and a terrible whistling sound was whistling in the wind.

A fire began to burn in his heart, and he began to feel that the greatest opportunity of his life had come.

Chiyou knife, Shura bloody killing, thousands of miles long slaughter.

Capture the man, make him hand over everything, and then, even the Templar Master can no longer stand in his way.

Perhaps, the final destination of oneself can be the patriarch?

Roger's eyes were already showing fanaticism, and the fire in his heart had burned all over his body.

"Don't kill him. He said in a barely audible voice to the two men who were charging with him.

He believed they would understand the meaning of his words.

And Su Junyan, he was still half-kneeling there, as if he really had no strength, and even the murderous aura surging around his body began to retreat.

His war paints had also become obscure, except for the eyes on the giant knife that remained fixed on the three Shadow Sanctuary, as if some kind of last-ditch insistence.

"Kill !!" Roger burst out and shouted loudly, but the shadow sword in his hand slashed towards Su Junyan's not so deadly place, he was going to abolish Su Junyan's mobility first.

The other two Shadow Sanctuaries had similar intentions.

At this moment, Su Junyan's lowered eyelids suddenly raised, and a blinding red cloud shot out from inside.

That's it, this time!

He screamed in his heart, and suddenly got up and drew his sword from the deep snow.

Huge long knives rose from the ground, bringing ten thousand earth fires from the ground, and those earth fires roared with the sword.

Su Junyan turned around and slashed back!

Thousands of pairs of eyes staring.

"Boom-!!"

The knife couldn't be dodged, and it slashed directly at Roger's stunned face.

His protective shadow armor was instantly engulfed by the raging earthfire, and then his people.

The blade as sharp as a cicada's wings slashed down, like a knife cutting through butter without hindrance.

"Bang-" Roger, the whole person, was cut in two.

The two Shadow Sanctuaries were stunned for a moment, but their weapons had already slashed into Su Junyan's body along with Roger's hand.

Their reaction was not too slow, and they were only stunned for a moment before they needed to draw their big swords.

But Su Junyan, he actually held on to those injuries and raised his knife again.

A knife.

Left!

"Poof—"

A knife.

Right!

"Poof—"

It's over.

Only then did Su Junyan kneel on the ground, leaning his body full of three shadow swords heavily on the bloodied Chi You.

It's been a long time.

Olivia was already waiting in the tent in a hurry, and she wanted to get out when the fight was at its most intense outside.

However, Su Junyan didn't know when he set up a third-order general spell confinement technique outside the tent, this kind of spell that would not have any effect on her at all, but at this time, it completely imprisoned her steps.

She tried to use her mental power to solve it, but now her mind was like a desert, and she even angrily used her small fists to punch and kick those tents that were extremely fragile on weekdays, but it was useless, her body was too weak.

By the time the terrifying sound of weapons entering the flesh continued to sound outside, she was on the verge of crying.

Su Junyan...... Su Junyan......

You've got to be fine.

You've got to be fine!

Otherwise, His Highness will beat you to death, bite you to death, and scold you to death!

No, no, no, no, no!

"Su Junyan, don't you die! Did you hear it!" Thinking in her heart, she shouted out.

But no one answered her, and the world outside was quiet again, only the wind and snow blew.

It's quiet, it's like a tomb.

She suddenly felt the cold, and the fear, the kind of fear that was like the despair she felt when she was eight years old and watched her mother die in front of her, the helplessness of holding a person's hand and feeling that she would never have a body temperature again.

"Su Junyan, I won't allow you to die. She whispered, her hand lightly clasped on the tent, as if someone outside would knock on the tent in the next moment, and responded, "Peace of mind." ”

At this moment, she found that the prohibition of the tent was gone, and she opened the tent as soon as she stretched out her hand.

She couldn't wait to get out of the tent and search everywhere for Su Junyan's whereabouts.

Then she saw that the man was quietly leaning against the black wooden box, dripping with blood, but again, with a smile.

It's like saying, silly girl, nice to meet you.

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