An old, emaciated face with furrows, the years of hard work have left all the traces on this face, the gray hair is combed smoothly and shiny, and the two slender eyebrows hang down to the corners of the eyes, but unfortunately the pair of cloudy triangular eyes under the eyebrows have destroyed the overall structure, giving people a feeling of yin owl viciousness.

St. Anthony wordlessly looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him, feeling the coolness brought by the sharp blade of the thin sword between his neck. However, St. Anthony knew that the old man in front of him seemed to be not much stronger than himself, but the other party was by no means an ordinary person who was weak and could not help himself, at least among the ascetics, there were few swordsmanship so skillful and swift existence.

At this age, his skills are still so agile that he can be beyond his imagination, if the other party is in the prime of life, what will he be like? Between life and death, St. Anthony's focus is a little strange, he suddenly thought of a question, the other party's skills are so powerful, it can't be obscure all the time, right? But when did there be such a number one person on the mainland?

Judging by his age, he should be about the same age as himself, but he doesn't have an impression of this person, which is too strange, with the intelligence gathering ability of the Church of Light, it is impossible to let go of such a master, unless...... Looking at the yellowish skin of Feng Xifan and Immorton, St. Anthony had a bold guess in his mind.

"Are you from another continent?!" Although it was a question sentence, St. Anthony had already determined the answer to this question in his heart the moment he blurted it out. They are not natives of the Alpha continent, they must have come from another continent.

A strange look appeared in Feng Xifan's eyes, he didn't expect this St. Anthony to say such a sentence after being restrained. However, Feng Xifan admires St. Anthony's speculation, which is probably the closest to the truth of all the speculations he has come into contact with.

Without answering, the look on Feng Xifan's face made St. Anthony more and more sure that his guess was correct. But unfortunately, there was no reward, and Feng Xifan could not let St. Anthony go because of this.

"Bold!" "Heretics, dare to hold St. Anthony hostage, don't let go quickly!" "You are blaspheming!" A burst of shouts came from those ascetics, but unfortunately, because St. Anthony was under Feng Xifan's sword at this time, the ascetics could only use verbal threats, but they did not dare to act rashly.

This level of threat was simply useless, how could Feng Xifan let go of St. Anthony because of some threatening words? However, St. Anthony's quiet performance at this time did not look like he was being controlled by others at all, which made Feng Xifan's heart slightly chill. Whether it is a magician or a priest of these churches, their methods are always varied and unpredictable, even if St. Anthony does not have any unusual behavior, but Feng Xifan has to be vigilant so as not to fall into the tricks of the other party.

Feng ...... Feng Xifan, Master Feng in the mouth of King Pritz!" Although the thin sword was in his neck, St. Anthony said to Feng Xifan as if he was chattering, and his demeanor was completely devoid of his previous arrogance.

"I have to admit that your skills are really beyond my expectations, and it seems that it was a fluke to be able to catch you before. Don't think you're going to win by putting your sword on my neck now, though. ”

Before St. Anthony's threatening words could be spoken, Feng Xifan's right hand suddenly retracted, and his left hand pointed at St. Anthony's body a few times.

An indescribable tingling, painful, and unbearable sensation suddenly poured out from all over his body, and St. Anthony was so shocked that he just wanted to cast a healing and blessing spell for himself, but what shocked him even more was that he found that he was like he had been immobilized, his whole body could not move except from the neck up, and his limbs were as if they were not his own, and he could not command them at all.

"You...... What kind of sorcery are you?" said St. Anthony's heart, but his mouth just opened and closed, but he couldn't make any sound at all.

I couldn't move, I couldn't make a sound, but the soreness and itching in my body continued to torture St. Anthony's weak body, and after a while, St. Anthony was soaked in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of the water. This is also the strong willpower he has cultivated through years of penance that constantly supports him, otherwise he would have fainted a long time ago.

Feng Xifan, the initiator on the side, saw that St. Anthony was able to endure the pain of the reversal of his blood, and he couldn't help but show surprise and admiration in his eyes.

The pain caused by the reversal of the bloodline was like a tide, wave after wave, and just when St. Anthony thought that he was about to lose his support, Feng Xifan suddenly raised his hand and unlocked his acupuncture point again and again.

"Whew!" St. Anthony gasped in, trying to support himself and keep himself from falling in front of his enemies.

"Don't ...... Don't think that's all there is to it...... You can make me give in!" Although the situation was embarrassing, St. Anthony still held on to his thoughts, and he gasped as he said to Feng Xifan: "My bloodline inherits the holy light constitution of the God of Light, if you kill me, the strong light element will raze this entire mountain to the ground, and you will all have to bury me at that time!"

St. Anthony's words made Feng Xifan's eyebrows jump, although he didn't believe it in his heart, but it also made Feng Xifan have a hint of a mouse-throwing jealousy. Turning his head to look at Immorton, he found that although Immorton was not in danger, he was actually engrossed in studying the Bright Barrier and the magical structure of the Holy Flame, which made Feng Xifan's heart feel a little unhappy.

Before Feng Xifan could decide what to do with St. Anthony, Bishop Leslie, who had already run away, staggered back, shouting loudly as he ran: "Oh no! all dead! They are all dead!"

When Bishop Leslie ran closer, he saw Immorton who was locked in the barrier of light, and his face showed a hint of joy, and he said loudly to His Majesty St. Anthony: "Your Majesty, something has happened, just now I went down the mountain to find that all the priests and ascetics on duty are dead, and the death is very strange, all of them have turned into a pile of bones. ”

The news brought by Leslie made St. Anthony's heart skip a beat, there were not a few priests and ascetics on the periphery, and they all died so silently, without even sending a single warning signal, could it be that the Gray Bone Sect had made a big move?