Airplanes!

Grains of rice-sized holy light shot out from Yang Long's fingertips, splitting into five smaller points of light on the way, and submerged into the bodies of the five soldiers.

These five soldiers with an average strength of the second order, who were originally standing behind Harry, had been injured to varying degrees in the previous knife attack, the most serious of which had their lungs pierced, and the most easily had half of their palms sliced open.

And after the five points of light merged into their bodies, under the gaze of nearly a thousand eyes of Zhou Wéi, the injuries of these five soldiers all healed at a speed visible to the naked eye".

In less than a minute, even the soldier who only had one breath left recovered completely, except for some weakness caused by excessive bleeding, as if he had never been injured.

"Oh my God!"

"It's true, he really has the Holy Light!"

"Isn't it? Such a serious injury, even Mistress Emily can't achieve such an effect with all her might!"

"Could it be that this lord is the legendary paladin? yes, it must be like that!"

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The originally silent crowd suddenly became noisy, and everyone was excited, holding their hands and pointing at Yang Long, all the hatred in their hearts melted away, and they were filled with hope one by one.

One of the reasons for this state of affairs is that most of the beliefs in the human kingdom are so-called "holy light" things, and the only professions that possess holy light are priests and paladins.

Whether it is a priest or a few paladins, in the eyes of the world, they are all warriors with noble character and the courage to sacrifice and sacrifice. Such a warrior would never do despicable and shameless deeds.

In the kingdom of Stormgard now, there is a priest whose strength has reached the ninth order, named Emily Jackson, as the supreme leader of the physician group, and the holy light released is far from achieving such a powerful healing effect.

Perhaps only the paladin, who everyone only heard about and did not see him, could nénggou have such an information effect, and Yang Long's strength made these soldiers involuntarily install Yang Long's identity as a paladin.

Ruguo is not now Yang Long's left hand. The terrible fireball still floated. The sergeants surrounding this difāng would definitely throw down their weapons and crowd around.

"Damn Harry, what a fucking fucking fuck killing, Harry!" Samuel Hawk cursed Harry a hundred times in his heart. It is also difficult to vent the resentment in Ziji's heart: "Pure to such a degree of holy light. It's a big trouble!"

Looking at the joy on the faces of the Zhouwéi soldiers. Samuel Hawk's bowels are going to be repentant!

Ordinary soldiers aside, even an officer of Macriel's level is not a priest who has achieved the healing effect against the sky. The importance of the Stormgard Kingdom is at least more than ten top-level powerhouses!

Samuel Hawke is forty-eight years old this year, he can be regarded as a personal experience, the rise and fall of the kingdom of Stormgard, he fought for the royal family of Thorbein all his life, Yijing witnessed the sad scene of thousands of brave warriors, because they could not get timely treatment, and had no choice but to die.

Among them was his wife, who had been severely injured several times in a battle with the rebels, and even Pastor Emily Jackson had personally released the power of the Light to heal him, and Shijiān had persisted for two days and finally passed away.

Samuel Hawk knew more than anyone else the importance of Yang Long as a traveler, but now Harry's jealousy had led him to irreparable consequences.

From Yang Long's indifferent eyes, Samuel Hawk was sure that this battle was endless, and he regretted it so much that Yang Long really had the ability to defeat an army of hundreds of people alone.

Although a large part of this is due to the fact that in the kingdom of Stormgard, the inheritance of professional personnel other than warriors, Yijing has almost been completely cut off, resulting in a great weakening of the combat effectiveness of the legion.

With such a level of holy light in his body, without the Third Legion, where all professions worked together, Yijing would not be able to inflict a lethal wēixié on Yang Long.

In any case, it was because of Samuel Hawk Ziji's mistake that he provoked someone like Yang Long, and he didn't want the lives of these subordinates to die because of Ziji.

"The soldiers of the Third Legion, all disbanded and returned!" After looking at the fireball in Yang Long's hand for a while, Samuel Hawk Turán ordered loudly towards the soldiers.

Regarding Samuel Hawke's reaction, Yang Long also meant to stop it, but stood motionless, looking down at the fireball in his hand, and méiyou took advantage of the chaos to attack.

Bijing's current Wèizhi, where Yang Long is now, is in the city surrounded by high-walled castles, and his original purpose is just to find a map that passes through the dwarven kingdom.

Samuel Hawke's behavior made him murderous, although he was confident that after killing the other party at a certain price in this humble barracks area, he retreated under the attack of King Stormgard's ** team, but it did not mean that he wanted to find trouble.

The soldiers of Zhouwéi were a little confused, but at the urging of their respective captains, they quickly left the area, and although it was near the barracks of the First Legion, there was no unrelated person in Méiyou.

"Thank you for your kindness, Dear Mr. Traveler!" saw the soldiers all leave, and Samuel Hawk gradually calmed down from his nervousness.

Samuel Hawk grabbed the two big swords standing in front of him, bowed slightly and thanked him: "After I die, please look at Macriel's face, don't be jealous of this country, it can't afford turmoil!"

"Good. Yang Long said expressionlessly.

And after hearing Samuel Hawke's words, Macriel thought of the commander in front of him, who had taken care and cared for Ziji in many previous battles, his heart softened, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but ask Yang Long: "Mr. Grovei, can you forgive?"

"I'm sorry, I can't!" Yang Long interrupted lightly, and with a flick of his left hand, the fireball formed by the Mutant Flame Explosion Technique crossed a parabola at a speed that was not too fast, and fell towards Samuel Hawk.

Samuel Hawk's eyes were firmly fixed on the fireball, and the muscles in his whole body were instinctively tensed, but he endured the palpitations in his heart, kept his body motionless, and waited for death in a restrained manner.

Regarding the old officer's behavior, Yang Long was still expressionless, Xue Ni showed a happy smile, and Macriel turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it again.

Just a second before the fireball was about to collide with Samuel Hawk, a shield composed of a huge fire element, Turán, appeared in front of the fireball, completely protecting Samuel Hawk's body.

Rumble!

The Flame Explosion Technique, which had not yet reached its full version, was not stable enough to defeat the sturdy shield, and after hitting the surface of the shield, it exploded violently, forming a wall of fire with the explosion area as the center and a radius of twenty or thirty meters.

Samuel Hawke, who was hurt in the méiyou, was rescued by an old thief who looked close to 60 years old and wore shabby leather armor from the moment before the explosion to the corner of the wall fifty meters away.

"Heh! has it finally appeared?" Yang Long was not surprised by such a result, and a three-meter-long two-handed sword suddenly appeared in his right hand, slashing towards the wèizhi where the two of them were.

"Stop!" a male warrior in cyan armor, with a bearded head and a face in his early thirties, turned out from the street corner on the right and stopped in front of Yang Long.

The long sword that was about half a person high, the shield that was two meters high and wide, and the aura that came from the perception, made Yang Long Mingbái, a man who was a tenth-order high-ranking guardian warrior.

"Hmph!" Yang Long snorted coldly, shook the big sword with both hands, and stabbed it towards the chest of the guardian warrior.

Ruguo used a shield to block, and with the sharpness of Yang Long's weapon, Nàme could definitely pierce the opponent's shield and then stab this guy who was in the way.

If the other party chooses to dodge, Nàme Yang Long will kill Samuel Hawke in front of Samuel Hawke with the inertia of this sword, and slash this guy who tried to kill Ziji.

"Wait a minute, this gentleman" The guardian warrior hurriedly said half a sentence, and then found Yang Long's big sword, and Yijing stabbed it in front of him.

Slightly stunned for a moment, Jingyàn's rich guardian warrior, Mǎshàng, judged Yang Long's purpose and raised the shield in his hand, but Méiyou resisted with the strongest front, and instead slapped Yang Long's sword body with a side.

Click~Click!

The moment when the sword and shield were jiēchu, the advantages and disadvantages of the material were reflected, and in a piercing metal sound, the shield of the guardian warrior was directly cut.

However, because of the improvisation of the guardian warrior, Yang Long's momentum slowed down, and after adjusting his body, the guardian warrior Yijing took a few steps back first, blocking Yang Long's body again.

"Please calm down, sir!" the Guardian Warrior said urgently, his tone containing fènnu, but he was stiffly suppressed: "Your Highness Garin Torbain, please come to the barracks for a while!"

"Really?" Yang Long didn't care, his eyes looked at the street corner on the left, and said sarcastically: "Let the other guy come out too!"

As soon as he finished speaking, on the street corner on the left, a mature beauty of about thirty years old, dressed in loose coarse cloth, with long brown hair, and a beautiful face, turned out.

Although her face was gentle with her empty hands, she didn't need to perceive it, and Yang Long could also feel the aura of a top-tier warrior from her body, and she was a strong man whose strength had reached the top rank of the twelfth order.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Mighty Traveler!" the beautiful woman bowed with a smile, looked at Yang Long with interest, and then invited softly: "Your Majesty Garin Torbain, please come over and chat, I hope you will go there with pleasure." (To be continued.) )

ps: It's still very busy these days, and there are cases every day, but after changing my thinking, I really have a lot of motivation to write, and when things don't do a lot of shihou, it will resume at 12 o'clock and 19 o'clock to update, and now I really can't stabilize it, I hope you understand more.