Luo Fei's life has been miserable.

For example, the embarrassed appearance who was besieged today.

"The Holy See of the dog!"

In the dilapidated and damp wooden house, Luo Fei was close to the door, holding a big sword with cold light in his hand, and his thick arms burst out several green tendons, and the whole person was like an unsheathed sword, sharp and sharp.

Losing his fighting spirit, Luo Fei is no longer the ninth-level warrior he once was, he is just an old blacksmith who relies on alcoholism, and he has settled in this small city for the rest of his life, and he only has a big sword by his side that has fought.

In this way, Luo Fei has lived for five years.

In five years, time can erase everything.

It wears away the arrogance that a ninth-level warrior should have, but it can't erase the fighting spirit that a ninth-level warrior should have.

"It's just right to come, it's better to die in battle than to live in pain!" Luo Fei showed goodbye in his eyes, looked at the big sword in his hand and showed a soft gaze, stroking the cold sword body, recalling the original red-blooded ambition.

"Broken!"

The broken wooden door suddenly split apart with a loud bang.

Losing his fighting spirit, Luo Fei is still agile.

"Target found!"

"Here, here!"

The black-clothed warriors were scattered everywhere, and in an instant, they surrounded here, and more than a dozen black-clothed warriors surrounded the vicinity of the wooden house.

Xiao Kill's momentum emanated from them without disguise.

Luo Fei is heavy on his axe, and he no longer intends to survive in secret.

"Luo Fei, we met again, I can't imagine that you are willing to hide here!"

Among the black-clothed warriors, a white-armored knight walked out, who was a member of the Referee Legion.

Luo Fei thrust the big sword into the ground, put his hands behind the god, didn't care about the black-clothed warrior, and said lightly: "There is nothing unwilling, I have long expected this day!"

Moore was a member of the Inquisitors, tasked with hunting down heretics who rebelled against the Holy See.

Tilapia is one of the heretics.

Five years ago, Moore followed the captain to track down Tifia, but the captain was injured, so he has today's status, and in order to catch Tilapia, he spent countless time and energy, and today he finally has a harvest.

No one could have imagined that Luo Fei, a ninth-level warrior, would hide in a remote town.

Moore sneered: "You heretic, you will definitely be punished by God, one, two, three squads, quickly arrest Luo Fei!"

Moore was afraid of Tilapia's strength, but today everything will be different

Lose your fighting spirit, a ninth-level warrior, a sick cat.

Using the one, two, and three squads to shoot, Moore thinks it's quite a waste, after all, the strength of the detachment fighters has all reached level six or seven warriors.

Fifteen Holy See warriors, against a ninth-level warrior who has no fighting spirit, the result is self-evident

"Kill!"

After all, a ninth-level warrior is a ninth-level warrior, a tiger without claws, it is still a tiger, how can the tiger be comparable to ordinary people, Luo Fei sent the big sword in his hand forward, and stabbed a sixth-level warrior like Mount Tai.

"Poof!"

Approaching the sixth-level warrior, the sword momentum changed in vain, turning into a cold light, slashing across his throat, and blood gushed out.

The sixth-level warrior fell to the ground with a reluctant look.

Luo Fei lived a painful life for five years, honed his sword skills, and reached a level of returning to the basics.

Moore's face did not change, Luo Fei's performance was already calculated, a ninth-level warrior, even if he lost his fighting spirit, his vision was not lost, how could it be so easy to deal with.

And that's all!

"Luo Fei, don't resist, you won't be able to escape today!"

Luo Fei's swordsmanship was transcendent, and he suddenly struck down to kill a sixth-level warrior.

However, with the loss of vindictiveness and the other party's precautions, it is difficult for Luo Fei to make meritorious contributions.

"The lackeys of the Holy See, I, Luo Fei, have nothing to do with you!"

Luo Fei roared angrily, there were several more wounds on his body, in the face of the fighting warriors, he was difficult to match after all, and in a moment, he was covered with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying in the dark night.

"Ah! I'm not reconciled! If my fighting spirit recovers, how can I allow you lackeys of the Holy See to be arrogant, I am really unwilling!"

Luo Fei was covered in blood, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he was really unwilling.

His great revenge has not yet been avenged.

His consciousness began to blur.

Even if it was a ninth-level warrior, he couldn't afford to lose too much blood.

"Boom!"

The last sword could put an end to Luo Fei's life, and in vain, between heaven and earth, a ding furnace fell from the sky, took it in, and the attacks that fell on it all rebounded back.

"Who are you, and how dare you meddle in the affairs of the Holy See?"

Moore's face was full of anger, and the ninth-level momentum surged, and it was a light slash in the air.

"Boom!"

The giant tripod does not move at all, just like Mount Tai.

"Hey, what a Holy See!"

Next to the Ding furnace, two figures appeared.

"No wonder you dare to meddle in the affairs of the Holy See, it turned out to be you Randy, what a bold man!" Moore found the people who came and recognized one of them, who was on the wanted list, and the weight was not light.

Xindao: It is God who helps me, take down Luo Fei, and Randy, this trip has a big harvest, and that mysterious giant ding, it can resist a ninth-level attack, it must be a holy weapon, this time I am really going to make a fortune.

The ones who appeared here were naturally Yang Jian and Randy.

Perverted divine sense, Yang Jian saw everything that happened clearly, and naturally witnessed Luo Fei's extraordinary sword skills, and his consciousness came to the right place.

Luo Fei's recovery of vindictiveness must be a big help by his side.

Randy patted his chest, showing a scared look, "I'm not very bold, but I have the courage to kill you!"

"Kill me?" Moore laughed, his eyes full of disdain, "just you?!"

In the middle of the ninth-level warrior, Moore is a member of the referee army, and his strength is not covered, killing a magician is as easy as cutting vegetables, so he naturally didn't take this to heart.

In Moore's eyes, only Randy was a little troublesome, and as for the black-robed man next to him, he ignored it.

"Kill!"

Moore raised his hand, and three small detachments came in a triangle.

Sixth- and seventh-level warriors forced the magician.

A magician who cannot fly in the air is doomed to death in the face of a siege by warriors, especially in the face of elites such as the Papal warriors.

"Buzz!"

A cold light flashed from the night sky, as if it was about to tear through the night and usher in a new day.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The flying sword came out, chasing the soul for thousands of miles, and the blood flowed like a river.

A bloodless blue flying sword was quietly in mid-air, looking particularly weird.

Looking at the Papal warriors who pounced, they were all on the spot at this time, their eyes wide open, as if they had seen something terrible, and if they looked closely, there was an unrecognizable scar under their necks.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Blood gushed, heads fell to the ground, and blood flowed on the ground.

The power of the flying sword is terrifying.

Yang Jian came to the Xuantian Continent for the first time to cast a flying sword attack.

"Oh my God, the holy weapon, this is the holy weapon, only the holy weapon has such power, if it is in my hands, my strength" Moore was not frightened by this scene, and looked at the blue flying sword, with a greedy look in his eyes.

In any case, get this artifact.

Then all losses will not be a problem.

Moore didn't realize the power of the artifact.

"Haha, I want this thing, thank you so much!"

Moore's feet were a little on the ground, and the momentum surged.

"Bright Strike!"

Soaring into the air, the fighting qi turned into a white temper, and slashed towards Yang Jian in the air.

Randy, Moore didn't pay attention.

Seeing this scene, Randy sneered, even if he himself didn't think that he had fought the master, let alone Moore, he said in his heart: "Moore, you really think that the master is so easy to bully, you just wait to be unlucky!"

Yang Jian smiled coldly, naturally he would not resist this blow.

"Kill!"

It was like a voice in the Nine Shadows, spit out from Yang Jian's mouth.

"Zixiao Divine Thunder!"

"Nine Heavens Divine Ding, Heaven and Earth are shrouded!"

Countless blue thunderbolts rumbled down from the sky, ready to fall on Moore's body, and the white armor flashed white defense to block the attack of the divine thunder.

The divine thunder fell on his body, and Moore could still feel the pain, most of which were blocked by the armor.

"Hmph, weird moves, useless to me!"

Indeed, the divine thunder is okay against ordinary people, but it is more powerful against Moore with light armor.

Yang Jian didn't expect Zixiao Divine Thunder to kill people.

Ninth-level warriors, it's not okay to resist that.

The Nine Heavens Divine Ding, this magic weapon, is the key.

Stepping into the foundation building period, Yang Jian's Nine Heavens Divine Tripod has an obvious effect, and it can at least stimulate part of the formation.

"Heaven and earth shrouded" is actually a gravitational formation.

Constantly resisting the divine thunder, how could Moore pay attention to that giant ding.

The formation is activated.

A huge suction force came from the Ding Furnace, Moore moved slowly, and the bones on his body made a caka sound, as if countless mountains were pressing down, and he couldn't breathe.

"Oops!"

"Whoosh!"

The flying sword slashed through a cold light, and Moore's armor was torn.

"Whoosh!"

The armor was torn again, and Moore's face finally panicked.

The light armor on his body, which is an armor made exclusively by the Holy See, can be blocked in the face of ninth-level attacks.

Now, in the face of a flying sword, it is worn, which is true

Yang Jian at this time was also uncomfortable.

"The armor is good, but it can't stop my attack!"

"Whoosh!

With gravity added, Moore couldn't break free no matter what.

He realizes that he has been careless and has fallen into a trap.

I knew that I chose to flee at that time.

A cold light flashed.

Moore felt a pain in his body, spat blood out of his mouth, and looked at the flying sword emerging from his chest unwillingly.

He was a ninth-level powerhouse, and he was killed by a small flying sword? This is Moore's last consciousness.

Moore fell, and Yang Jian's body went soft.

ps recommends a book, master the anti-sky technology, and cultivate the supreme avenue "The Demon Road of Phaselessness"

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