"Young man, how do you know I can't afford to pay it?" The man in black couldn't find a single flaw when he looked at the action of the sacrifice, like a castle.

"Then use your life as a deposit first!" The sacrificial priest touched the ground with his right foot, and the entire figure directly turned into a golden light, rushing towards the opponent, and the golden armor on his left hand directly conjured out.

His left hand was a fist, and a little bit of golden dust fell from his elbow, like a shatter from a flame.

This punch directly hit the chest of the man in black, only to hear the sound of "bang~~", the clothes on the man in black turned into rags, and his body flew out as if it was hit by a cannon, and his whole body fell into the wall of the courtyard behind him.

"Embroidered pillow!" the priest dissipated the strength in his left hand, and glanced at it like the man in black.

"Master, be careful!" Mo Xiaoxiang suddenly shouted beside him, and the priest hurriedly turned around, only to see a pitch-black nail-like object flying directly into his left button.

The moment this pitch-black nail entered his body, the sacrificial priest found that his left hand was as if it was not his own at all, not only did he not feel the feeling of its existence, but the power of the Holy Flame in his body began to be unable to communicate with the outside world.

At this time, the man in black who was killed by the sacrificial sacrifice was miraculously alive, he looked as if he had not been hurt at all, he smiled at the sacrificial martyr and said, "I really didn't expect you to refine the power of the Holy Flame to such an extent." It's just a pity that the creator is not the strongest existence on this sharp continent. Your left button has already been punched into the [Three-inch Nail] by me, not to mention using Holy Flame Energy, even if you take out your left arm later, it will be abolished. ”

The sacrificial man's face changed from surprise to joy, and he suddenly laughed. His smile looked a little weird, because ordinary people trembled with fear when they heard his words, but the young man in front of him actually laughed, could he be crazy?

The man in black still didn't understand the change in his expression, "What's the matter, regret it, if you regret it, I can give you another chance!"

"No, I'm not going to work with you, but I've figured out something!" the priest sighed.

"I didn't expect to meet a magician today! You know? I've always wanted to fight with a magician with all my might, but for some reason I thought my wish would never be fulfilled in my life, but now, you're right in front of my eyes. ”

The man in black clapped his hands and asked, "Yes, you can even guess that I am a magician, it seems that my opinion of you is improving a little." But alas, you don't have any chance of winning now. ”

What is attached to the three-inch nail is the power of breaking demons, which is a kind of power that specializes in overcoming creatures and magicians, and the three-inch nail itself is a unique clavicle hidden weapon, and with the power of breaking demons, the effect has become a lot more domineering.

This self-confidence of his is not uneradicated, dare to ask which creator has this thing inserted into his body, how much more can he do? Of course, this demon-breaking three-inch nail is not invincible, when the enemy is stronger than himself in strength, all kinds of different situations will happen.

The sacrifice in front of him didn't make him feel that his strength was weaker than him, but he didn't know that the sacrifice was stronger than his strength, but his understanding of his body as a martial artist, and Chen Han's knowledge of all kinds of weapons.

Chen Han's voice sounded in his ears, "Three nails through the bones, every inch of flesh and bones." It would be nice to have a magnet, otherwise it would not be possible to take it out except for the removal of the flesh and bones. You have to think about the sacrifice. ”

The priest smiled slightly, he didn't have a magnet, but he had something more powerful than a magnet.

His left arm hung beside him as if it were a boneless piece. At this time, on the right hand of the sacrificer, a ball of blue-white energy emitted a sound of "Boom~Boom".

"Look!" he said to the man in black. At the same time, his right hand landed directly on his shoulder with the strange energy that made a sound, and he saw a black slender object emerge from the sacrificial shoulder little by little.

The man in black was a little dumbfounded, and he seemed to be a little unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

What kind of power is the other party using? Why can you trigger the three-inch nail that contains the power of breaking demons? Could it be that your own strength is weaker than the guy in front of you?

The power used in the sacrifice is the combination of light and wind, and there is inevitably an incidental effect under the lightning attribute, that is, magnetism. Although you can't usually see the effect of this magnetic force, it has become the most suitable choice at the moment.

Through the coverage of magnetic force, not only can you block the impression of the demon-breaking power on yourself, but at the same time, you can directly suck the three-inch nail out of the body through the demon-breaking power.

This point is probably something that makes him want to break his head, and he can't understand that the man in front of him not only has the power of holy flame, but also the power of thunder and lightning that is even more mysterious.

"How the hell did you do that? No...... I understand, you are not only a creator, you are also a molder! Maybe it can be said that you are still a demon caster, otherwise it is impossible to break the power of demon breakers!Yes, it must be like this~" The more the man in black thought about it, the more he felt that his answer was correct, because he really couldn't understand what was the most reasonable way to explain it like this.

"Magician, I also think I'm a magician, but unfortunately, I'm not, and I'll tell you, you're too weak!" The sacrificial aura instantly turned cold, just like the one who was smiling and embraced by the warm sunlight before.

The priest just stood there quietly, without any movement, but a large bead of sweat appeared on the face of the man in black, and his body trembled involuntarily, as if the young man in front of him had become as tall as a mountain.

He said to himself, "Impossible, how can I feel fear, you let the horse come!"

The previous calmness and self-confidence seemed to come from his domineering power to break the demon three-inch nail. When the sacrifice was in front of his eyes, and he easily cracked the skill he was most proud of, he had already fallen behind in momentum.

The sacrificial priest would not be polite to him, and the power of the Holy Flame exploded again, and another heavy punch hit him in the abdomen, but this time it did not blast him out, but bounced his body a little bit.

"I see!" The power of the Holy Flame on the sacrificial corpse's left arm suddenly erupted again, and layers of golden light enveloped him and the man in black in it, and drops of rain turned into water vapor before they could get close to them.

The face of the man in black became more and more painful, but in terms of strength, the sacrifice occupied an absolute advantage, and after a moment of painful struggle, the man in black screamed directly.

Just listen to "噌~噌~噌~噌~" More than a dozen silver needles flew out one after another in his abdomen, waist, arms, and various parts of his body, each of which was thinner than a three-inch nail.

In fact, the sacrificial corpse has always been very puzzled, why he obviously hit the opponent before, but the other party can still act like no one, it turns out that it is these needles with demon-breaking power to unload my holy flame power.

He couldn't help but secretly admire the magic of the Demon Breaker.

But it's a pity that the man in black in front of him is not the type that the priest likes, the dark arrow hurts people is the lowest, and the opponent is far weaker than he expected, and he can't show his full combat power at all.

At this time, dozens of men with weapons ran out of the courtyard, and they didn't feel a trace of attribute energy on their bodies, but there were some energy reflections on their weapons.

He was a creator and a molder. At the first time, he found out that what these people were holding was a molded weapon, but because he was a molder, when he accurately judged that the people in front of him were only holding some second- and third-level molded weapons, he really felt sorry for these cannon fodder.