"Oh, when did the territory of the Kingdom of Pritz become a forbidden area for the Church of Light?"

Now that he had been discovered, Feng Xifan did not continue to hide, but swaggered out of the hiding place and asked with a slight teasing.

"This ......" Feng Xifan's words made St. Anthony stagnate, after all, these people are lurking in the territory of the Pritz Kingdom, and it is naturally shameless to be accused of being exposed.

The white bishop Leslie on the side also recognized this old man who was hiding on the side, and his heart was shocked, it turned out to be an inseparable old servant by King Pritz's side, doesn't that mean that all the plans of the Church of Light may be leaked?

"His Majesty St. Anthony, he is a close attendant of King Pritz, and he must not be let away, otherwise all our plans will be known to King Pritz. Ignoring his face, Bishop Leslie shouted to St. Anthony.

Hearing Bishop Leslie's warning, St. Anthony was shocked, although he had some guesses about the identity of the old man in front of him, he didn't expect that it was King Pritz's close attendant, and it seemed that King Pritz was also wary of the Church of Light.

Feng Xifan's face instantly became cold and abnormal, and a pair of triangular eyes glared at Bishop Leslie like a poisonous snake. Feng Xifan often heard Leo talk about how hypocritical the Church of Light is, but the Church of Light has always preached the content of fairness, kindness and kindness, and Bishop Leslie was also respectful and polite to the people of Pritz before, but now Feng Xifan understands his vicious hypocrisy.

"Hmph, if you want to keep the old man, then you have to show some real skills!" Feng Xifan is also a master of arts, although the one in the room is the ascetic leader of the Church of Light, the former Pope St. Anthony, but Feng Xifan does not know him, and he does not think that he will be left behind with his own ability.

"Alas~, if Your Excellency can be restrained, then why should we use force to hurt Heqi? At your age, it is already past the time to fight fiercely, isn't it good to sit down and have a cup of tea and chat?" His Majesty St. Anthony in the grass hut sighed softly, and persuaded Feng Xifan without a trace of fireworks.

It's a pity that St. Anthony's words are all flattering to the blind, although Feng Xifan has a much lighter view of power because of his age, but his heart to win in the rivers and lakes has not diminished at all. Leslie's words that he wanted to keep him were tantamount to provocation to him, and St. Anthony's words to Feng Xifan's ears were clearly looking down on his own strength and thinking that he had eaten his own feelings.

"If you have the ability, just use it, I want to see if you can keep me!" Feng Xifan finished speaking, and took a few steps under his feet, and the whole person rushed straight back a few feet without bending his legs, obviously planning to forcibly break through.

Seeing Feng Xifan's castration, Bishop Leslie didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously activated the magic props in his hand, and a lightsaber appeared out of thin air and shot towards Feng Xifan's figure. At the same time, he also shouted a warning in his mouth: "There is an enemy invasion, pay attention to vigilance!"

Since Feng Xifan infiltrated quietly, no one found his trace at all, so when Bishop Leslie gave a warning, the priests and ascetics on duty found the intruder as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The firing speed of the lightsaber far exceeded Feng Xifan's retreat speed, and before Feng Xifan could take a few steps back, the lightsaber had already approached his side, but as the cold light appeared on Feng Xifan's waist, the thin sword with a strong internal force slashed the lightsaber composed of light divine power into two sections, and the dotted light elements quickly dissipated with the disintegration of the magic structure.

It was such a momentary delay, and the two ascetics on Feng Xifan's retreat route silently raised the rattan canes in their hands, and attacked Feng Xifan from left to right.

Most of the ascetics are composed of priests or knights in the Church of Light who have cultivated a very high level of light divine power and believe in the god of light. They devoted all their hearts to the god of light, and their daily food was nothing more than a glass of water and a piece of black bread without honey cheese, and they were clothed in burlap robes all year round, and they wore straw sandals of their own weaving on their feet. After giving up all the prosperous pleasures in the world, in exchange for a rapid increase in strength.

Under the effect of the light divine power, the two inconspicuous vine canes swung towards Feng Xifan, who was retreating, without a sound. Don't look at the doctrine of the Church of Light, it is upright, but when it comes to the real enemy, these ascetics don't care about any face at all, and it is quite smooth to use it when they join forces to attack and sneak attack from behind.

It's a pity that these are all leftovers from Feng Xifan's wandering of the rivers and lakes back then, how could this old grandmaster with deep internal strength and swordsmanship be attacked so easily. I saw Feng Xifan's body twist a few times, and in an extremely strange posture, he happened to dodge from the gap between the swings of the two rattan canes, and at the same time, the thin sword in Feng Xifan's hand was not idle, and after the silver star appeared, the two ascetics were already knocked to the ground before they could react.

Since the hostile relationship between the two sides has been determined, Feng Xifan naturally no longer shows mercy, when the thin sword is handed out, it has already attached his most proud internal force, and after the thin sword appears, the two ascetics' whole bodies are not scarred, only a red dot can be faintly seen between the throats, but the person has long lost his breath.

Feng Xifan's ruthlessness made St. Anthony in the grass hut feel shocked, he was reluctant to make a move because of his physical reasons, and he planned to let the ascetics capture the enemy. But Feng Xifan fell two ascetics with just one move, and this kind of strength made St. Anthony, who sensed the rapid dissipation of the ascetics' vitality, know that if he didn't make a move, it would be impossible for the ascetics to leave that old man alone.

"I didn't expect that there would be a swordsman with such superb swordsmanship under the command of King Pridsy, I'm afraid this is already the realm of a swordsman!" A trace of love for talent flashed in St. Anthony's heart, in this era of withering talents, swordsmen and great magicians are already as rare as a rarity, and seeing that Feng Xifan is also looking like he is about to die, he can't help but feel a trace of sadness and sympathy in St. Anthony's heart.

But even so, when it's time to make a move, St. Anthony will definitely not show mercy. Although the former pope's physical functions have long been decayed due to his advanced age, his divine attainments have become more sophisticated. Just a phrase, a bright light flashed around Feng Xifan's body.