Chapter 449: The Power Contest (1)

The ominous blood color filled the field of vision, and above the top of the hall hundreds of meters high, the vast silver moon had long faded and disappeared, and clusters of red crystals condensed at the highest point, like stalactites in a cave, blurred shadows condensed in the crystals, and the angular refraction had a beauty that penetrated the heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 ο½‰ο½Žο½†ο½

However, this beauty is extremely dangerous for the people of the church, and the surrounding environment is obviously very familiar, but it makes them feel trapped in a cage, and it is difficult to break free from this abnormal blood.

"It doesn't look like there's going to go. Bishop Sharp took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, his gaze becoming extremely solemn.

He had just hinted that the knight chief Goss and the two could take people away and block the strong enemy by themselves, but judging from the current situation, this plan had already died before it began.

The spatial confinement used by this Blood Clan powerhouse was incomparably similar to the method he had used to trap Baius before, the only difference was that his Sacred Forbidden Zone was only a hundred meters away, while the other party was affecting an entire church!

Unless they interrupt the opponent's spell casting, even if they turn their heads and flee, it will take a lot of time to break through the most marginal barrier and merge into the mysterious energy barrier, which already has certain rules.

"With such a powerful tyrannical aura, and this Bloodline powerhouse, it seems that we are likely to die today. ”

With a calm face, the knight chief Goss reached out and gestured backwards to suppress the chaos in the ranks and give the order to prepare for battle.

"Two strong men who have never heard of it have specially killed here, and the plan must be very big, and it is better to fight to the death than to flee. ”

Priest Hardy also spoke: "The chief knight is right, even if you can't know their purpose, you can't let them easily humiliate the light. Fill in all the personnel, it is our destiny to die for the light and for the faith, and now it is just an early come. ”

Bishop Sharp bowed slightly, and the whole person rose into the air, and at the same time said to the church: "Children who are devout in the light, you are ready to tolerate the Holy Land being invaded by evil and become a coward?!"

The shouting and questioning echoed loudly, and immediately some of the clergy showed a look of grief and indignation, and some people withdrew their retreating steps and clenched the weapons in their hands.

The divine light of prayer and blessing lit up one after another, falling on the light knights in the front row, making their aura rise and surge even more!

In the tense atmosphere of the war, the fluctuations of the information contained in it were transmitted between Charon and Illya, and the two were obviously more concerned about other things.

"Illya?"

"Brother, Baius is still hiding in the church, and he doesn't seem to have any intention of leaving. ”

"Really? That can't keep him waiting. ”

Charon replied lightly, stepping out of the deep pit in the ground, black fireworks burning fiercely, the distorted air blurring his figure, and making people feel more terrifying.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to dedicate yourself to your faith!"

After the knight chief Goss finished speaking, bright light rushed out from the cracks in his armor, and rushed out with the surging momentum of the sea tide.

On the high platform on the wall of the hall, there were also countless figures of burning fighting energy jumping down, as if it were light and rain.

Advocating light and fighting evil is their lifelong creed!

The gloomy eyes reflected the determination of the church people, Charon's heart was not shocked, and he calmly raised the black iron sword, and the sharp blade pointed straight ahead!

Wisps of pure fighting qi appeared on the tip of the sword, winding into a pitch-black ball of energy, and countless black currents surrounded it, making a harsh sound.

As his eyes suddenly sharpened, the energy ball burst out with a beam of sword qi eight feet in diameter, and the sword qi cut through the space with unimaginably fast speed.

Goss, who reacted extremely quickly, instantly folded his body, but it was only narrowly brushed, and the sharp sword qi tore the protective fighting qi on his body through a huge gap, and a large number of sparks flew from the shoulder armor.

Even the chief knights who were experienced in battle, not to mention the others who had rushed to kill with fanatical beliefs, were plowed out of the hall with a furrow full of corpses as the black sword slashed through the aura.

Before the church could react to the extreme contrast, Charon had already stepped back half a step with his right foot, while the other side was crouching on his knees, his accumulated strength pouring into the earth, and his cold face was reflected on the floor.

When this floor was completely shattered, he had already rushed out, his breath was as majestic as the sea, and what was even more terrifying was the powerful kinetic energy that erupted in his body.

A knight who couldn't dodge was directly smashed to pieces, and blood bloomed miserably, but Charon's figure still rushed forward like a cannonball, and struck into the ranks of the church.

The cold light of the black iron sword flickered, and the sword arc of the three slashes stretched for more than thirty meters, cutting the elite knights along the way into two halves.

As we all know, the strongest skill of the Great Knight is the sword qi that sweeps all directions, and if you want to encircle and kill a strong person of this level, you either have a stronger high-end combat power than the opponent, or squeeze the opponent's space to exert yourself through a huge number and consume the opponent's fighting energy.

However, this set of coping guidelines is no longer suitable for Charon, in addition to the huge gap in rank, he also has this extremely strong group combat ability, and the killing of ordinary knights can be described as extremely terrifying.

Within a zhang, even a high-level knight, in the case of the iron sword provoking and slashing, stabbing and slashing sideways, still can't escape the fate of the head falling to the ground.

Even in this case, these Knights of Light surrounded them without hesitation, wanting to further compress Charon's room to maneuver.

The ferocious attack was a more fierce counterattack, the fighting spirit on Charon's body was restrained, the blooming black lotus spun into a storm, and countless sword lights burst out, piercing the surging knights into a sieve.

However, these knights of light who sacrificed their lives still attacked with moths to the flames, slashing and stabbing their strongest sword.

The strength they broke out at this time was not strong individually, but when gathered in all directions, it was not inferior to the big knights.

The flames of the fighting qi collided violently, and the energy particles that burst out and spilled appeared in the air, and the hall seemed to be rolled up in a blizzard in the cold winter, and the snowflakes were fluttering.

"Haaaa

For this cry of death, Charon seemed indifferent, covering the arm of the black flame Jiaolong out to sea, avoiding the sword light slashed by the Knight of Light, and breaking through the opponent's protective body fighting qi and flesh, buckled into the opponent's face.

The darkness caused the knight to scream, but the sound stopped abruptly when he lifted it up and slammed it to the ground.

The atmosphere on the field was suffocating, looking at the enemy who stood up straight, the Sect of Light inexplicably sensed the fragility of their own side, and they slaughtered hundreds of their companions before they could use their sword qi.

They succeeded in stopping the enemy's advance, but the sudden cold scene also made them lose their original fanaticism, and the tide of fear kept coming, as if it was about to overwhelm them completely.

Until a firm and loud voice sounded-

"It is our mission to destroy evil, and even if we die, we cannot stand still. ”

In the midst of the flames of fighting qi that soared into the sky, the knight chief Goss strode forward, and behind him floated an illusory and tall mountain, and a magnificent and solemn singing voice came from it.

The knights of the Church, who were shocked by Charon's merciless killing, slowly calmed down in their hearts, and although the horror was still there, their minds did not continue to collapse.

It was not the artistic conception created by ordinary sword skills, the sword shadow in Charon's eyes turned, looking at this illusory mountain shadow, he saw many imperceptible tiny silk threads piercing out of the void, piercing the mountain shadow, and constantly transmitting power.

It should be the Heavenly Mountain of the Church, which is a holy place where only the knights of light who have made great achievements are qualified to go to temper their feelings, but I didn't expect that the rumored high-level combat skills are also a kind of remote projection.

"Dark Knight, no matter where you come from, you will pay for today's events. There is no room for desecration in the sacred place!"

Goss said in a deep voice, the cross sword in his hand flashed with a dazzling light, and the projection of Heavenly Mountain continued to rise, and the melodious chant became clearer.

Inspired by strange powers, the knights couldn't help but recall the hardships and dangers of the past, and constantly tortured their hearts.

Charon calmly looked at the strong man of the church who raised his sword, and the projection of the Heavenly Mountain that absorbed faith and strengthened himself, and he felt a trace of danger in the dark.

The enemy who was hiding in the shadows was also preparing that if he was dragged on by the Church for too long, things could get troublesome, and perhaps he would face the projection of the Dark Lord again.

With the Holy Sword in hand, he can destroy the projection of Chaos, but this kind of victory is not of much significance, if his own strength cannot destroy the projection of the other party, then the rest of the ambitions need not be said.

Now, it's not time to fight again......

Thinking of that powerful figure, Charon's eyes became truly fierce, and wisps of condensed dark power floated up from his body, outlined into exquisite and graceful patterns, and spread out in all directions.

"Chapter of Darkness...."Bishop Sharp's tongue was dry, and a bitter taste had accumulated, but a certain decision was made.

After calming down, he nodded to Father Hardy beside him, and the two of them flew backwards to a safe area, not intending to assist the chief knight in battle, but reciting the contents of the Bible.

The priests standing in the back row, and the knights who had retreated to the safe area, also began to chant, as did the congregants who were crowded out of the hall.

"Hallowed be your name, our God in heaven. ”

"Thou art one and ten thousand, and thou art thou gost on the earth as thou shalt walk in thy kingdom. ”

β€œ.......”

The sacred and inviolable chant echoed in the hall, like the tide of the sea, the faint milky white light spread, and the blood light reluctantly retreated to the surroundings, vacating a clean space.

In the Blood Crystal Tree in the Dome, Illya's eyelashes twitched slightly, as if she wanted to get out of the spell state, but after a moment it was still silent.

On the ground, the spilled light was engulfed in the burning dark flames before it could get close to Charon.

"Heaven on earth, then you will all fall to hell!"

In the cold whisper, Charon raised his sword and slashed down, and the darkness annihilated like a tide, and the terrifying figure seemed to be stepping on five sword qi as black as ink, crushing towards the people of the church.

"You're against meβ€”"

With the angry roar of the knight chief, the Heavenly Mountain, which was almost condensed into substance, rumbled out, and the bright sword qi was-for-tat.

In the prayer room of the church, an old man in a gray robe stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes full of indifference.