The tone of the short old man completely angered Sauron, his ancestor had been a duke in Colombia for five generations.The glory of the family has long been supreme, and this royal city is the foundation of his family's origin.But this old man's tone did not take this royal city into account at all.

"Although Mr. Gen Shuo and I have known each other for a short time, we have already become like brothers and sisters, so I also ask my seniors to understand the original intention of the next generation, and don't work hard anymore!" Although Sauron was resentful in his heart, he also knew that the old man in front of him had cultivated profoundly, so he did not tear his face.

Through Léa's whispered translation, David Mo knew what the old man was talking about, and he glanced at Sauron without being salty or indifferent, asking himself that the relationship with Sauron had not risen to this point, and besides, the people of the city were clear at a glance which was more important than him, so he was more and more sure that Sauron had an ulterior secret.

The short old man raised his eyelids slightly, and said casually: "Bitter and hard?" Then he laughed loudly twice before he said slowly: "Are you qualified to let the old man force you? Either hand over that Genshuo to me, or you all have to die!"

Sauron finally couldn't restrain his anger anymore and shouted, "When did my William clan suffer such an insult?! If I don't kill you today, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!"

Everyone thought that he was going to do it himself, but found that his figure did not move at all, but a figure flashed from behind him, and it was Mu Tu, the housekeeper of Yuelai Manor.

His speed was like lightning, two layers of colorful light shrouded his body, and the whole person was like a god descending from the earth, and a whirlwind rolled up in the place he passed, forming a wind blade in the air.

Several generals of the forbidden army who knew Mu Tu's details secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the warriors of the second level of diamond should at least have the strength to fight, as long as Mu Tu can entangle with this old man for a while, they can use magic crossbows to consume the dwarf old man.

However, the next scene was a big surprise, as Mutu moved more and more slowly, and finally his legs seemed to be pulled by a rope. I couldn't even move half a step anymore.

Others didn't know what was going on, but Mutu himself knew it clearly, unlike the last time he was restrained by the young man in white. It was as if his legs were no longer his own, and he was gradually losing consciousness.

Frightened!Mutu couldn't help but want to scream. But he found that his throat couldn't make any sound, and gradually he lost sensation all over his body, leaving only a pair of eyes to move slightly.

"Mutu!" Sauron soon discovered Mutu's abnormality, his face instantly became ugly, that old man subdued Mutu without spending a single move, so it can be imagined that his cultivation is profound!

He clenched his hands into fists, and it would be in vain to say anything more about this situation. As long as the man in white beside him refuses to make a move, today's matter is destined to be unsolvable.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at David Mo, his eyes were pale and weak, but mixed with a bit of pleading. If he was unwilling to make a move at this time, then this time he would have completely lost the gamble.

The short old man walked towards the crowd step by step, his eyes were full of banter, and he said lightly: "Have you thought about it now?

Drops of cold sweat oozed from Mutu's forehead. His lips began to turn white, and it was obvious that the old man was still secretly exerting his strength, and if he dragged it any longer, he was afraid that he would be folded here today.

The dwarf old man had already crossed the gates and entered the city, and saw that Sauron was silent and refused to speak. He snorted, and sent out another ripple, stretching down the street, turning to rubble everywhere he passed.

Because of the closest, Mutu and the commander of the forbidden army were not spared, when the ripples swept over them, Mutu's body twitched, the fighting qi cover on his body was shattered instantly, a reddish-brown hair was scattered, and after a mouthful of blood spurted out, the whole person fainted.

And the commander of the forbidden army was even worse, the shattering of the fighting qi cover on his body was not finished, along with a body of bronze armor was shattered in an instant, and his flesh and blood could no longer resist the power of ripples, and his whole person turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Then hundreds of soldiers dissipated into the air in a mist of blood, and many of the people who were hiding in their homes also avoided it, and as the buildings were destroyed, their lives were dissipated in the gust of wind.

The bustling streets were in ruins, corpses were strewn everywhere, and the forbidden army of the royal city of Colombia retreated in unison, and if it weren't for the fact that His Majesty's own brother was still standing behind, they would have collapsed completely.

"It seems that you have chosen death...... In that case, then I am the only one who will go to Yuelai Manor in person!" the short old man said coldly as he looked at the soldiers who still refused to retreat. Just as he took two steps forward, ready to strike again, a deep voice rang out from the back of the crowd.

"The innocent people were injured, and the soldiers fought to the death, all because of me, if I continue to be timid, it will be a little too much. ”

These words were in the dark blue language, so many soldiers could not understand what they meant, but those generals who had learned the dark blue language since childhood understood, and they quickly looked back, and finally found the source of the voice, which turned out to be the young man beside the marquis.

Then it dawned on them that the owner of Yuelai Manor was William Soren, and the person who could be accompanied by the Marquis in person must be Mr. Genshuo in the old man's mouth!

The breeze blew, and a white figure flashed in front of the forbidden army, the white robe swayed in the wind, there was an indescribable sense of ease, just looking at this outfit could feel that he was not a mortal.

"I'm Genshuo, I don't know if you have any advice?" His face was extremely calm, and he didn't have the slightest cowardice because of the old man's toughness just now.

The short old man's eyes burst with a gleam, and he also said in deep blue: "The Desert Inn, the Royal City of Malta, two places, two lives...... The old man is here today to make you pay for your blood debts!"

David Mo stood there quietly, his eyes were flat, and he said, "Blood debt and blood repayment?" ”

The short old man shook his head and sneered: "I know that you are a knight of the ninth level of diamonds, but today I want to tell you that even a legendary knight cannot cross the gap of that natural law!"

As his words fell, the whole person instantly rose into the air, and a milky white holy light appeared on him, and a powerful coercion rushed out, making everyone present feel a little depressed.

"Saint-level powerhouse...... It turned out to be a saint-level powerhouse......" Sauron's eyes were full of incredulity, he never thought that this uninvited guest would be a saint-level powerhouse!

According to his original thoughts, this old man would not break through the ninth level of diamonds even if he was strong, but that Mr. Genshuo was a legendary knight, so presumably today's affairs would not be difficult, and he would be able to pass this matter and leave this young man for a while, but the current situation has exceeded his expectations!

Like him, almost everyone, whether it was a general or a soldier, was shocked, because they never thought that the royal city of Colombia would actually descend on a powerhouse of the Holy Light level!

The old man, who was originally short, stood out under the encirclement of this holy light, and as a necromantic warrior, instead of having any breath of death on his body, he gave people a sense of sacredness.

However, David Mo knew in his heart that after the high-level necromantic warriors cultivated to the diamond level, the aura of death on their bodies would converge a lot, and the holy light level could change their temperament. But this kind of thing can't change their hearts, so much so that when they fight, they still can't help but release that disgusting aura.

I saw afterimages flashing in the sky, the speed of the short old man was like lightning, and the air currents in the air were brought up by him, but David Mo could also judge his true movement trajectory.

A black flame erupted less than three feet away from the white-clothed youth, directly tearing apart the white figure, but unfortunately it was only a phantom, and the main body had already flashed to the right three feet away.

A cold sweat oozed from David Mo's forehead, and the power of the Holy Light level was really strong, almost making him a little overwhelmed. He finally didn't dare to continue to hold it up, and as his mind moved, a burst of silver light flashed in his hand, and a silver spear about nine feet long appeared in his hand.

And the old man seemed to have some impressions of this silver spear, and he said coldly: "I heard that Hackway died under this spear, and today the old man wants to see what is so special about it!"

As his words fell, a thin sword about three feet long appeared in his hand, the blade of the sword was no more than a finger wide, emitting a layer of dark green light, and the whole appeared extremely delicate and fragile. The blade shook slightly, and there was a low humming sound.

The next moment, the figure of the dwarf old man disappeared into the air, leaving only afterimages sweeping across the earth, rolling up the bluestone slabs on the ground and turning them into powder in the wind.

David Mo's figure activated at the same time, bursts of dragon groans swung out from the spear in his hand, and the fighting spirit of eighteen layers of colorful light shrouded him, looking up from the ground to the sky, he was as powerful as a god descending from the earth.

The silver light and the dark green light collided like lightning, and the two powerful energies formed a ripple in the air, and even the air was distorted because of it, and all the places that were radiated by the ripples were all turned into ashes.

The silver light and dark green light became more and more intense, and finally a light curtain was formed to envelop the two people inside. As the minutes passed, the light gradually dimmed, and the people on the ground finally saw the result.

The young man in white stood with a gun in one hand, his eyes were slightly solemn, his chest kept rising and falling, obviously the collision just now made him a little unbearable. And the short old man didn't seem to be bargaining, his face was no longer light, but a look of shock.

"A knight of the ninth level of diamond can actually be equal to a powerhouse of the saint level?!" In an instant, this thought appeared in his mind.