In early summer, everything grows, and the leaves are green.

However, the towering ancient trees enjoy the sun and rain alone, and the tall clouds cover the sky, so that the new trees lose their nourishment, and the leaves and branches are silently withered. After all, the unsuitable landing and rooting cannot wait for a complete destination.

The wind was blowing and large clouds were piling up.

In the blazing light, the sword was right in front of him. At this moment, Anxia smiled, and there was only the calm of staring directly at death in her clean black eyes.

The mission failed, but at least, I didn't become a deserter, at least one person was saved.

Grandpa, granddaughter didn't embarrass the An family!

Above the sky, the paper man wielding the Fang Tian painting halberd and fighting fiercely against the black-robed deacon discovered the dangerous situation here, and the duty of the protector made him eager to come to the rescue!

The halberd in the paper man's hand slashed out with all his might, and the wind in the air was stagnant. But the black-robed deacon was not in vain, and he saw that the paper man was eager to save people. He chanted a prayer and asked for a virtual image of the Father, and with a wave of his hand, he threw out a page of the scriptures and trapped the paper man!

Suddenly, light fell from the sky!

The white light flashed, and the sword was between two fingers; With a chuckle, inch by inch shattered.

As if he was choked by the throat, Draenip's excited laughter was suddenly cut off, and his expression froze. Above the sky, the two paper figures who were in the middle of a fierce battle also noticed the change here, and after silently looking at each other, they fought together again.

Dressed in a simple and elegant dark blue robe, with a long black package behind him, a middle-aged elegant scholar who had entered Beijing to take the exam suddenly appeared, and took the sword of the Holy Judgment that Delenep used with all his might casually.

Delenipe pretended to be calm and looked at the uninvited guest who was clearly oriental-looking.

Master, definitely master. I have confirmed the aura, this is someone I can't afford to provoke.

"Your Excellency, but the predecessor of the Huaxia Night Patrol Division?"

"Draenep, the younger, grandson of Leonard, Bishop of Turington."

"I don't know that Your Excellency is here, and it is rude to miss the welcome."

Draenep bowed respectfully to the visitor, a smile as warm as jade.

An Xia, who escaped death, looked at the life-saving benefactor in front of her like a divine soldier descending from the sky, and the seemingly thin thin back was extremely tall and radiant in her eyes at the moment! Her beautiful eyes seemed to have thousands of stars shining at the moment.

After all, when that girl was young, she never imagined that one day, someone would fall from the sky, step on colorful auspicious clouds, and come to a romantic and sudden hero to save beauty.

"Night Patrol Division?"

"No, I don't belong there."

"It's just a wandering world, homeless and wandering."

The man smiled and waved his hand casually.

No? A gleam flashed in Draenip's eyes.

"I see, Xiaosheng is reckless, I don't know the surname of my predecessor?"

"Your surname? Xu, a Xu in the afternoon. ”

"However, children, there are some relationships that can't be climbed."

"For example."

"I'm not your predecessor."

Xu He's expression was indifferent, and there was a little coolness in his words.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but feel a chill behind him, and Draenip distanced himself from Xu He without a trace.

"Children, don't have small movements."

The sleeves of his shirt were lightly swinged, and a black wooden sign swept out of Delenip's hand and fell into Xu He's hand.

The wooden plaque made of cedar is as heavy as a golden stone, and the front is a delicately embossed crucifixion cross, surrounded by black fire patterns, this dark pattern flows strangely, and seems to be burning endlessly. On the back of the plaque are tiny scriptures inscribed.

Damn it!

Draenip's heart was cold, and the token that his grandfather left for him to urgently ask for advice was robbed. Now the situation is obviously one-sided in favor of those damn Chinese monkeys. This man of unpredictable strength is not easy to match at first glance, and he is also disdainful of his noble status as the grandson of the bishop of the Holy See.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and even if he fights to burn his life to solve the Holy Solution, it will be useless. The only hope is that the other Holy See deacon who went to chase the two Chinese monkeys will rush back as soon as possible, and the three of them may have a glimmer of hope when they join forces.

On the other hand, the more volatile the fighting here, the more likely it is to attract the detection of other cultists around it.

Come back soon!

Draenip's heart roared, with a sense of torment that had little hope, life and death unknown, and a life in the hands of others.

"Shake people's signs?"

"It's similar to the Messenger Jade Jane."

"Interesting."

Xu He threw the wooden card, and his inadvertent every move was touching Draenip's heart.

"Hey, the two above haven't finished fighting yet?"

The paper man and the deacon fought fiercely with all their might, and the confrontation of the spell was not as direct and fast as the fist to the flesh and the knife to the blood. The Holy Sword and Fang Tian's Painted Halberd were in close combat, and the two people with similar strength performed an endless stream of dazzling sword moves,-for-tat!

Listening to the clanging of weapons in mid-air, Xu He raised his head and said quietly.

A white light was waved, and with lightning speed, it fell lightly on the back of the black-robed deacon. In the surprised gaze of everyone, like spring snow meets warm sun, the black robe slowly dissolved, revealing the old body under the clothes. In an instant, it continued to dissolve and melt without stagnation, and almost instantly, the deacon who was still fighting to the death just now turned into a traceless existence, leaving no trace in the world.

Draenip's eyes couldn't help but glaze, and his body trembled involuntarily.

In this instant, a papal deacon, a powerful existence in the top twenty in the combat power of the Diocese of Turington, fell in an instant in front of his eyes in an extremely strange way, and he didn't even let out a scream, or disappeared completely before he had time to react!

Damn it! What the hell is this!

lowered his head, and secretly looked at the smiling kind, elegant and easy-going terrifying man not far away. For the first time, Draenep felt that Huaxia was so mysterious and weird, and such a powerful existence was actually nameless!

The opponent disappeared strangely, and the eyes of the paper man in mid-air revealed human surprise and deep jealousy. He put away Fang Tian's halberd, gave Xu He a respectful fist, and then gently landed beside Xu He, silently guarding An Xia, who was also stunned.

He was born only to protect the young master Anxia, even if the opponent is a terrifying existence beyond understanding, he will face it without fear when necessary. The paper man secretly peeked at Xu He, who was as calm as water, and quietly conveyed the information here to An Weidong and the others, who were frantically rushing to support.

Feeling the fluctuation of the communication behind him, Xu He smiled casually, it seems that it will be a little more lively here tonight.

Delenip, who was secretly looking at Xu He, was frightened by this sudden smile. What else does this demon want to do? Although he looked forward to returning to the arms of the great Lord, he could never die in such a strange way, without meaning or waves. He has not yet sprinkled the world with the splendor of the Lord, he has not yet enjoyed the supreme authority of the Holy See, he cannot die!

"Senior Xu."

"Are you a hermit in Huaxia? Is it the holy teacher of Confucianism? ”

The sound of a spring tinkling sounded, and the girl finally mustered up the courage to speak.

Looking at An Xia, whose face was slightly reddened, Xu He smiled.

"Of course, I belong to China."

"However, I am not a hermit and a Confucian. I'm just a passer-by. ”

"I can't bear to see a kind-hearted and self-sacrificing little girl end up gloomily."

Touching An Xia's head, Xu He laughed.

"Senior Xu is humble, Anxia thanks his seniors for their help, the grace of saving lives is unforgettable!"

Looking at this approachable, pleasant-looking handsome uncle, the little girl's face unconsciously turned a little red. The girl's heart is always poetry, she lowered her head shyly, and did not dare to look at the deep eyes with the stars, but only thanked her. Completely forgot about someone's strange method of killing people without seeing blood.

The paper man beside him looked at the young master's performance similar to the little girl who was in love at the beginning, and it was difficult for him to connect the current Anxia with the girl who seemed to be quiet but was actually very adventurous in the current Anxia and Pingday.

He quietly got closer to Anxia, although he couldn't quite understand the complex emotions of human beings, but his sense of crisis told him that it was not a good thing to be too close to this seemingly peaceful, but in fact terrifying man.

"Actually."

"It's no accident that I made a move."

"The ordinary person you want to rescue who is coerced by monsters is destined for me."

As if he hadn't noticed the quietly slipping away Draenip, Xu He quietly looked at the direction of the valley, silently feeling the increasingly illusory body under the robe.

It seems that there is not much time left for him, and there is some regret in his heart.

"Fate?"

An Xia was puzzled, if she remembered correctly, according to the information of the Night Patrol Division, the unlucky guy named Xu Anchuan who was taken away by the monster was just an ordinary ordinary person.

There haven't been many cultivators in their family.

His parents died when he was three years old because of a polar expedition, and Xu Anchuan, who had no other surviving relatives, was adopted and raised by the government welfare institute. The national talent test is also mediocre, with neither innate abilities nor a foundation for cultivation.

If there is anything special about it, it may be that he has an extraordinary talent for painting. And he would often faint and coma due to a congenital hereditary heart disease, and after each coma, he would be silent for a long time, and then start to create some surreal landscape paintings of absurd fantasy.

Destined? What fate can a great senior with unfathomable strength have with an ordinary person who has almost never been in contact with the dark side of the world?

Fate is that they are all surnamed Xu?

It can't be because they are related by blood, how is this possible, how can a junior of a powerful cultivator behave so ordinarily, and it is impossible for them to be so different with that bloodline.

With a frown, An Xia was full of doubts. But then he felt ridiculous and amused by his cranky associations.

"He's my junior."

"I'm his ancestor."

"We have the same blood in our bodies, and although we have never seen it, we are indeed connected by blood."

Xu He shook his head and said with a smile.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

"Take your little friend with you, it's time for us to go and save that unlucky kid. It's time for you to complete your mission and go back to perfection. ”

Flashing and fluttering, clothes fluttering.

Hearing this, An Xia didn't have the heart to continue exploring, after all, her comrades-in-arms were still in danger.

In order to divert the enemy, Brother Tang Ming and Sister Bai Mei have no news so far, and the team leader and they seem to have encountered an uncontrollable crisis. As for the two little night watchmen who secretly acted to save their teammates, they are still missing, and according to the current situation, I am afraid that they will be more than lucky.

Alas~ A group of ten people, until now, only himself and Wu Xi can confirm that they are still alive.

Wu Xi, that's right, Wu Xi!

Out of danger, Anxia finally remembered a certain unlucky guy who had been knocked unconscious by her and hid in the bushes.

An Xia panicked and picked up the bloodstained guqin with broken strings, carefully carried it behind her, and then called the paper man beside her like a silent guard, and wanted to run back to find her little sister in a panic.

"The little girl is quite ruthless, this girl is still dizzy."

"But the protection you left behind is too poor, just the small formation under those few turtle breath talisman paper cloth can't guarantee the safety of this unconscious little girl in this dangerous ancient forest."

Xu He said helplessly, and carefully handed over a white-haired little girl who was trembling slightly and shrunk into a ball into the hands of An Xia, who was smiling awkwardly.

"Is it sudden, understandable."

"By the way, Senior Xu, what should I do if that guy is going to slip away?"

"Do you want the paper man to arrest him?"

Pointing to a certain Delenep who was running away in embarrassment, Anshya gritted her teeth.

"Don't worry, girl."

"He can't leave."

Xu He smiled, as if he was only talking about the life and death of a mosquito.

With a wave of his hand, two white lights flashed.

One flew deep into the woods and landed on the shoulders of some white-shirted deacon adjudicator pacing leisurely, disappearing in an instant, without a trace.

The other flew unhurriedly, and his target was the Draenep, who thought he had been ignored and escaped.

"Damn it!"

"Today's things, I will pay back a hundredfold one day!"

"As long as Grandpa makes a move! No! ”

"Just give me more time, as long as I inherit the relics of the Mores family. Hehe, lowly yellow-skinned monkeys, but they are all local chickens and tile dogs! ”

Not daring to turn back, Draenep just ran for his life.

Remembering the forbidden relic inherited by the Mores family, a flame of hope rekindled in Draenep's eyes.

As long as he inherited that thing from his grandfather, even if it wasn't perfect, he wouldn't be as embarrassed as he is today.

Just one Qin Yuandong, one surnamed Xu, and two yellow-skinned/monkeys can make him, the proud son of heaven with the noble blood of the Mores family, humiliated like a lost dog, and generally submissive.

Meet again, I, Delenipe Mores, will send you to Hell with my own hands, and feel my humiliation, and suffer forever and eternally in powerlessness and despair!

Secretly vowed, Draenip did not let up his steps on the run. Until that white point of light came, all the unwillingness, all the ambitions and ambitions that wanted to lie down and taste the courage became nothing.

In an instant, life and soul disappeared.

In the temple of the church in Turington, in the bright lights, Leonard, who prayed sincerely to the great Lord, opened his eyes suddenly.

Silently looking at the shattered silver ring on his little finger, his cloudy eyes were filled with almost substantial crazy killing intent.

An irrepressible rage swept over the candlestick lights around them, and the brocade scriptures burned in the raging flames.

"Delenep Mores!"

"My grandson!"

"Whoever you are, you must die!"

The white jade dome of the temple was broken in an instant, and the wind was fierce, and dark clouds pressed the top......

The wooden card that was thrown suddenly ignited a pale holy flame, and an imperceptible invisible fluctuation was transmitted outward, feeling the figure with soaring anger and chasing the fluctuation getting closer and closer, the corners of Xu He's mouth rose.

"Looks like things are getting more interesting."

He popped the wooden sign with his hand, allowing the marking trace to cling to the corner of his clothes.

"It's time to go, little girl."

"The other side of the mountain is waiting for us."