The pompous opening shows the greasy character of the man in the white suit.

Compared with these non-nutritious words, everyone is more concerned about the reaction of the newspaper reader.

The two men and women from the Reincarnation Cult were even tighter. They will always remember that their elders had said, "If you are sure, sit in that chair." If you don't have eyes, then stand. ”

They once asked, "What chair?" ”

The only reply I got was, "You'll know then." ”

Obviously, that chair represents an opportunity that must be fought for, a taboo that cannot be spoken!

The person who comes first is naturally equal to the champion of the ring.

The man in the white suit is the one who attacks.

Compared with the attacker, everyone is more eager to see the strength and attitude of the champion.

There are three locations!

Everyone's heartstrings couldn't help but tense, especially the man in white who pretended to have a casual expression and sat up shamelessly.

For [Blood Moon Baptism], one's family background, faction, or sect are not important.

The only thing that can speak is strength.

At this time, someone disguised as Maclaude didn't even raise his eyelids for the greasy man's cliché, and said in a deep voice: "I'm waiting for a big show to start." ”

"Oh? What big play? The man in white had a teasing expression on his face, which seemed to be relaxed, but in fact, his nerves were tense to the extreme, spreading his spiritual sense to the maximum.

But no matter how much he spread his senses, he found that he couldn't sense the man in front of him, and this person's soul and his breath of life were completely integrated with this ruin.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party could still breathe, the man in white would even begin to wonder if the other party was alive.

Faced with the answer of the man in white, Mark's feeling was equally mysterious.

Because he had already 'seen' the soul sense spread out by the other party, in the soul vision, there were countless filaments poking out, but unfortunately he prevented them all with newspapers. The feedback received by the other party will not be any different from the stone bricks on the ground.

The corners of Mark's mouth raised slightly: "A big drama called [Waiting]!" Because you never know if it's a funny clown sitting next to you for no apparent reason...... Or a good travel companion to pass the time when you are bored. ”

The indifferent response was full of sharp words, which was no longer soft and hard, but outright disdain.

On weekdays, it is undoubtedly a great humiliation for the man in white.

What to do at this moment, the decision is in the hands of the man in white.

Everyone believes that if he is more than half sure, the man in white will not hesitate to launch a killing move at this zero distance.

Who would have thought that the mouth cannon continued to be launched.

"Wait? Although I hate waiting the most, life is a wait! With whom to wait or not? While waiting, let's talk about a popular actress or a beautiful aristocratic daughter? I have a lot of special paths, huh? ”

The man in white ignored the humiliation of the other party secretly calling him a 'clown', and chose to maintain a stiff atmosphere with nonsense and awkward chats, or in other words, he needed more information.

Mark didn't answer directly, and didn't even look at the man in white: "In this world, there will always be people who 'keep the clouds open and see the moon', but there is no shortage of fools who 'sit and wait'." I wonder which one you are? ”

The calm expression belies the desire to kill.

The man in white is obviously very sensitive to this aspect.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The man in white stood up in a very natural, very slow motion: "I suddenly remembered that I hadn't actually walked far, and I wasn't tired. ”

Cheeky, he completely ignored the indifferent and disdainful eyes of the other people, walked to the side by himself, and walked away with his back against a piece of ruins.

Obviously, this time the invisible confrontation was won by the newspaper reader.

The hearts of the other three groups were tense.

Who can come here without blood on their hands?

The Blood Moon brushed away the mediocrity, and the first two Xiaoguan brushed off the exaggerated waste.

Who is not the elite of the elite who can come here?

Vivien carefully observed the other two groups of people: to her surprise, the Storm Cultist was a notoriously irascible old man, and the two-meter-tall giant man was calm, without sorrow or joy, and the kind of eyes that knew there was danger but didn't care about it were puzzling; On the contrary, she felt that those two guys, who were supposed to be reincarnationists, were most likely to make a move in the next round.

Vivien secretly pondered her situation: don't look at the power of the Church of Light and Night in the world, that is the general trend. She is the only commendable young talent in recent years. After all, the Cult Extraordinary Sect often grew rapidly in strength due to unscrupulous means in the initial stage, and the number of candidates for the Church of Great Sin and the Heavenly Apocalypse Sect was relatively larger. In the Blood Moon world, she has become the easiest one to target.

She retreated as advance, and said loudly: "I'm not tired." ”

With that, she took three steps back to show that she had no intention of competing.

It doesn't matter if the Storm Giant withdraws, then the two reincarnation cultists are left to make a choice.

Actually, the male believers are already a little moved.

First of all, they have the upper hand in numbers, and secondly, the newspaper reader is not necessarily the kind of chaotic camp powerhouse who kills people when they see them, and most of them have a way to retreat, they can go on one person, and the other person is on guard.

At this moment, a strange neighing of horses suddenly came from afar.

The voice is a voice, but it is not the sound of the air, but the voice of the soul.

A pale shadow that did not fit in with the background of the red moon quickly crossed the void path made of suspended masonry from far and near, and broke into everyone's field of vision.

There can be many answers to what the white horse archery represents on Earth.

In this world, the White Horse Archers represent only one kind of person - the Plague Cultists who believe in the Knights of the Apocalypse.

Vivien immediately tightened the bowstring of the silver demon-breaking crossbow under the black robe.

Rao is as quiet as her, and it is inevitable that her apricot eyes are wide open and her silver teeth are clenched.

Because around the waist of this plague knight, there are two heads, one is a brown-haired woman of unknown origin, and the other is the head of a typical dervishe.

The reincarnation cultist obviously had the most comprehensive information, and the woman lost her voice on the spot: "O god of reincarnation! [Poisonous Sore] Ubel: He killed [Esma the Pious] and [Golia, the Dancing Queen of the City That Never Sleeps]! ”

As soon as this sentence came out, Plague Knight Ubell immediately became the focus of the audience.

Mark didn't know where the two victims came from. According to the memories of a dead ghost, the name Esma means 'Guardian of Goodness'.

The ascetic god of asceticism, Nobel, is a standard obedient and good deity, always teaching his followers to flog themselves, to be helpful, and to endure suffering for all beings in the world.

Although this ascetic practice is destined to have few followers, believers are almost invariably good people.

As for the dancing girls, most of them are believers in the god of dance.

Mark is insensitive.

Mark didn't even know that Ubel's battle for fame was to single-handedly slaughter a standard knightly order of 500 people in Victoria, and completely kill a small city of 5,000 people.

This name, for most transcendents, is common sense.

None of that matters, though.

Mark only needs to know that it would be right to catch the Knight of the Apocalypse and kill him.

As soon as the Plague Knight appeared, everyone was immediately stunned.

A bloodless soul horse, a strange suit of armor like a white shroud, and an inhuman face.

He was not wearing a helmet. Because he couldn't wear any universal helmet in the world. His forehead was distorted by a mysterious force, and his skull forehead formed a shape like a cabbage.

In the eyes of the plague believers, this is called the 'God-given crown'.

A pair of narrow eyes, the corners of which are almost open to the temples, and pus is constantly lying down from the corners of the eyes.

To Mark, this thing is a monster!

I thought that the Plague Knight would kill people when he saw them.

Unexpectedly, the Plague Knight ignored the others and attacked Mark on the bench first.

Riding on an unusually terrifying ghost horse, the Plague Knight rushed to a place thirty paces away from the bench and stood still, his chin slightly raised, and his arrogant voice carried a strong mockery: "Hey! Brat! This is not your place to sit! ”

Mark stared at the newspaper without raising his eyelids, and his tone was terrifyingly cold: "There is no role for you in the big drama I am waiting for." ”

Sidestep the question!

Since neither side likes to talk to dead people, it is natural that the words are not speculative.

The bowstring slammed, and the atmosphere around it reverberated.

With the sound, an extremely foul-smelling plague breath swept away.

On the battlefield where the Plague Knight is located, the spread of plague is always indispensable.

At this time, Mark breathed a sigh of relief, he finally raised his head, staring coldly at the white arrow shooting at the door in front of him, it was not one thing to take this weapon of death that was rapidly expanding in his horizon.

His tone was more like an angry grin: "Want to pollute this space? You are in front of me! Door! Do! Axe!? ”

In the eyes of others, as soon as the newspaper reading man's voice fell, countless red lights appeared out of thin air in front of him, intertwined, as if the entire floating platform was vibrating, and the arrow of the plague knight was blocked back.

At this moment, Vivian, the Storm Giant, the Man in White, and the Reincarnation Sect were almost stunned at the same time.

It's not unusual for the white arrow to be blocked.

Among the extraordinary people of Sequence 7, there are definitely many people who can do this.

While blocking back the white arrow, even the plague aura spread by the plague knight also went back with his torso, which was an exaggeration.

There is a ridiculous feeling in everyone's mind: that is, the newspaper reader is rejecting the Plague Knight with the power of the entire blood moon space.

In the next moment, the newspaper reader man's fierce counterattack came.

No one could see when the machete at his waist flew out, but there was a consensus - once the bizarre bone machete locked onto its target, it would either be successfully carried or dodged within a hundredth of a second after the forces of the two sides confronted each other and generated a mysterious energy turbulence.

Other than that, there is no third possibility of survival.

Right in front of them at this moment, the notorious plague knight Ubel didn't even have a chance to force the newspaper reader to stand up. The first to strike, but was the last to come first, and the knife went over and cut people and horses in half.

The plague pus in Uberel's body didn't even have a chance to do evil again, and it was instantly evaporated before it could splash out, leaving only two pieces of body that exuded an unpleasant smell of burnt.

The spatial shock caused by the flying knife began to gradually subside, and the hearts of everyone present still shook violently.

Looking at Mark, who still maintained his posture of reading the newspaper, they had the same question in their hearts:

- What kind of strength is this?