If the creator used these molded weapons, they might still cause some damage to the sacrifice, but these people in front of them were at most normal people with some martial arts, and even the top-level molded weapons could only be used in their hands.

Besides, the current level of sacrifice is not something that these relatively low-level forged weapons can hurt.

This group of people seemed to have undergone some training, and their movements obviously followed some rules, and in a moment, they surrounded the priest and Mo Xiaoxiang in the middle.

"Hand over that child! I will spare you from death!" Out of the group came a man who was a relatively strong man, and the scars on his arms exposed outside his shirt were as fearful as medals.

"I don't want to kill anyone, but if you don't leave, I'm not afraid of trouble to give you a ride!" The priest smiled slightly, at this moment he was like a god of death, and the group of people in front of him was like a lamb to stay.

But why didn't the other party think so? How could a young man compare with more than a dozen people on his side? Moreover, they were all backed by forged weapons, and with these weapons, their attack power was doubled several times.

The confidence on their faces was as if no one had seen how to deal with the man in black before the sacrifice.

This is the sacrifice as if he thought of something, he hurriedly turned around, the man in black who was originally behind him was gone, and he moved his footsteps and shot at the faces of the circle of people in front of him.

He was sure it wasn't these people who did it, but why did the body of the man in black disappear into thin air next to him?

"Master, how could this be? He was obviously here, could it be that these people did it?" Mo Xiaoxiang was not as calm as the sacrifice, his face was full of surprise and puzzlement.

Just like he said, the corpse that was still in front of his eyes one second was disappearing out of thin air the next second, is there really such a magical thing in this world?

The answer is no, at least that's what the priest thinks, and there is nothing in his eyes that cannot be explained. It's just that he hasn't figured it out yet, but one thing is certain, and that is that the person who stole the body under his nose must be stronger than himself.

Although one by one is not afraid of death, but in fact, these guys do have some doorways, they just surround the sacrifice and Mo Xiaoxiang and always maintain a safe distance as the sacrifice moves.

After a while, no one dared to make the first move, as if they were waiting for the other to make the first move.

"Master, these guys don't seem to be difficult to deal with, why don't we deal with them first?" Mo Xiaoxiang asked a little impatiently.

"Xiaoxiang, don't you see? They don't want to kill you or me, but they are delaying us. This second uncle of yours really doesn't take human life seriously!" The priest couldn't help but sigh.

His words directly touched the spirit of the other party, in a team, not everyone has a good surname, some are strong and some are soft.

But as long as one person moves, the whole team will inevitably rush up, and at this time, a man with a red war knife in his hand behind Mo Xiaoxiang pounced directly.

If this guy is really so terrifying, how can he be entangled with our group of people here, he must have attacked it a long time ago. Being able to confront us shows that his strength is not very strong, and in his eyes, this moment is the perfect time.

The man kicked Mo Xiaoxiang to the ground, and the war knife burning with crimson flames in his hand slashed directly towards the back of the sacrifice, and the flame energy on the battle knife was generous, like a huge fireball rushing towards the sacrifice.

As soon as he moved, the dozen or so people around him also moved, and various colors of light bloomed on the molded weapons in their hands.

This layer of homesickness is like a volcano about to erupt.

Mo Xiaoxiang, who was kicked to the ground, watched the man in front of him be hit by these more than ten energies, and the figure that was already a little blurry became lighter and lighter under this manic energy, red, green, blue, gray...... The energy of various colors is like a small snake that keeps tumbling in this raging energy.

"No!" Mo Xiaoxiang got up and shouted at the Sacrifice Death Heart that had been overwhelmed with energy.

He didn't believe that how it was possible for such a powerful master to be cleaned up by these rabble.

Just as he got up and rushed towards the manic energy, the violent energy suddenly exploded, and a storm of air swept around, and Mo Xiaoxiang was once again overturned to the ground.

"No!"

"How is this possible!"

"Don't kill me!Don't kill me!Uh~~"

“..................”

A scream rang in his ear, and he got up again. What appeared before him was a man with a heavy sword in his hand, his hair shawl, although not gentle, but it gave people a sense of warmth, and only a smile could be seen on his face.

This man is a sacrifice!

He walked quietly towards Mo Xiaoxiang, looked at him with a somewhat stunned expression and asked, "What's wrong?" Do you think I'm going to die?"

"No~ No, it's just that I saw a black ghost-like figure just now, could it be that he is the master you?" Mo Xiaoxiang asked a little timidly, he only knew that the sacrifice was a creator, and even a molder, but he didn't know that the strongest power of the sacrifice was swordsmanship.

The priest put away the heavy sword in his hand and said, "Can't creators use swordsmanship?" I have an uncle, he is an level 8 creator, but he resolutely gave up the opportunity to become a level 9 divine craftsman, he chose his favorite swordsmanship. He is the most powerful master of swordsmanship I have ever seen. ”

"Master, did you also learn your swordsmanship from him?" Mo Xiaoxiang asked excitedly.

He knew that he might not be able to recover the ability of the creator in this life, and seeing the master's swordsmanship so well, he had already made up his mind in his heart to become a swordsman and become strong!

The priest didn't answer, and in his eyes, the boy seemed to have something to carry like his childhood self.

He casually picked up a long sword that shimmered with golden light and looked at it, as a molder, his vision would not be wrong, although this was only a second-level casting weapon, but the surname on this long sword was the same Holy Flame power as himself.

The moment he held the long sword, an energy of the same root and origin reached an inexplicable synchronization with his own Holy Flame power, and he hurriedly looked at the hilt of the long sword, on which a small sacrificial word was engraved.

The priest muttered, "How can this be!"

He couldn't figure it out, this was clearly one of the weapons he had forged and bought for the Shama City Molders Guild, and it was the one he was most proud of, so he engraved the mark.

Why is it here? How could he understand why it was in the hands of these thugs, even though President Luffy had said it was for the Imperial soldiers or the Steamer Chamber of Commerce?

"What's wrong with the master?" Mo Xiaoxiang's words interrupted the sacrifice's thoughts.

"Nothing, then!" he casually threw the long sword engraved with his name at Mo Xiaoxiang.

Xiao Xiang took the long sword and looked at it with a slight smile on his face. He said that although this was not from the master's hand, it was also the first gift from the master to himself.

But in reality, this was the first second-class molded weapon he had ever forged.

Mo Xiaoxiang smiled, "Thank you, master!"