"Lie down!!" slammed a silver can out from the right side, slamming into Angliel.

Boom!

The two passed by the right side of the church leader. While they were still in the air, they saw a cloud of silver sparks suddenly burst out between the two of them, and a series of clanging sword strikes spread wildly.

"Divine!!" "God bless me!!"

One after another, loud shouts rang out, and all the black robes of the church sneered and pulled out their maces from their waists, throwing out a whistling noise, and were about to pounce on the two in the fierce fight, but they were immediately embarrassed by the cracks that spread from the ground.

Angre slashed forward with his sword in both hands.

Clang!!

The blade of the sword smashed the silver tin can in front of it into the air, slammed into the trunk of the tree behind it, and slowly slid down. This man was the one-eyed dragon knight. Blood slowly spilled from the cracks in the armor, and his back was crooked to the side, not knowing whether he was unconscious or dead.

Angre glanced left and right, and everyone was scrambled by the cracks and cracks that spread from the ground, dodging the cracks in the ground everywhere. Only the church leader walked towards him with a pride in his hand, mace in hand.

With a flick of his right hand, Anglie drew a sword flower at random.

"The lesson just now isn't deep enough, is it?"

"The Vision is watching me!!" the leader roared and threw out the mace, slamming it into Angle's head. There was a faint layer of white light on his body.

Boom!!

The mace slammed into the ground where Anglie had been standing, smashing a crater more than a meter wide into the surface.

Angel dodged the blow, his eyes slightly solemn.

"This power," he toed lightly, and gave way to the blow again. A whistling black hammer slashed in front of his eyes, and the rough black nail tips above were clearly visible in the white light.

Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent's mace missed, he kicked the leader hard.

Bang!

The leader stumbled backwards and almost fell, but the strength of more than thirty didn't hurt him much, but the white light on his body dimmed slightly. But immediately he threw himself at him with a low roar. The skin of the old body bulged with green tendons. The muscles of the body are more than twice as strong as before, and the body is much taller.

The whole person pounced, like an angry black bear.

The pounce was still empty. The leader was kicked in the waist again, and fell to the ground with a thud. But immediately, he actually got up angrily again, without any injuries at all.

Angle's gaze became more and more serious. The eyes began to flicker faintly with a pale blue light.

in view. Rows of tiny blue data were constantly refreshed around the figure of the church leader. The electrocardiogram (ECG) and electroencephalogram (EEG) are constantly flashing rapidly at the bottom, completely in two wavy curves, and beating at an extremely high frequency. Five times per second!

'The target's rapid recovery status is expected to be fully restored in five seconds. The statistical feedback from the chip came out immediately.

Angre stared at the leader who had just risen in front of him, scanning him up and down.

"I've used all my true power in just two blows, and even if I didn't transform, it was enough to stun a mammoth elephant with ease. It was actually offset by more than eighty percent of that layer of white light, and the remaining little damage was immediately restored, and a small church leader actually had this kind of strength," he vaguely felt why there weren't many wizards in this area. There are such monsters that are hostile to wizards, and it is in areas where elemental energy is poor, except for a very small number of wizards. Others simply couldn't resist.

"My strength is 33 points, which is 33 times that of an average person, and this guy has nothing to do if he were replaced by other wizards" Anglie didn't think much about it, and stabbed his backhand sword out of his armpit.

Laugh at!

Behind him, a black-robed priest was pierced in the forehead, and the mace held high hung limply. Fall backwards to the ground.

The cross sword was quickly retracted and slammed forward. With a clatter, he picked up the mace of the church leader and thrust forward.

The tip of the sword pierced into the layer of white light on the leader's body, and he was immediately stuck.

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A slight buzz suddenly came to mind, and Anglie only felt a strong force coming from the hilt of his sword, almost unable to hold the cross sword.

"Die!!" he let out a low roar and drew his crosssword, his body spinning violently like a silver spinning top.

The piercing silver blade spun at high speed, drawing silver lines, and the sword slashed into the middle of the chest of the church leader.

Sneer!!

For a moment, I don't know how many swords I slashed, and the two iron cans that sacrificed their lives to pounce on Anglie were also slashed and smashed into the woods unconscious.

Click!!

In the middle of the chest of the church leader, a black slit suddenly cracked, and a cross sword stabbed into it with a snort, piercing through the chest, revealing the bloody tip of the sword from behind.

With his sword in both hands, Angel looked at the leader in front of him, who had been stunned by the slash, kicked him in the waist, and drew his crosssword.

"It's over. If the strength doesn't work once, stack it a few more times. He gasped slightly, without any magic power and bloodline power, he simply met the enemy with his body, and he was facing an opponent who mastered this strange power like a turtle shell, even if he had a physique at this time, he felt a little panting.

With a pop, the church leader fell back into the grass, staring blankly at the night sky, and on his right hand, a clear and pure sapphire ring continued to emit a pale white halo.

Angel walked over and bent down to pull out the ring, and the remaining white light on the leader's body suddenly disappeared.

"God will punish you" The leader poured red blood foam from the corner of his mouth, tilted his head, and suddenly lost his breath.

Anglie looked at the ring on his hand, the ring was silver, and a large blue gemstone the size of an eyeball was set in the center, which looked crystal clear and extremely beautiful.

After glancing around, the black-robed man was basically dead, either affected by his spinning slash, or falling into a crack on the ground and falling to his death. And some of those tin cans quietly ran away, and some of the other parts were smashed into the woods, and the rest fell into cracks in the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

The dilapidated wooden building on the lawn had been lit by torches, and Anglie stood silently in front of the skyrocketing firelight, shaking the blood from his crosssword.

"It's time to get away from the stone walls and put away the important things. It's not a good place to stay any longer. Just enough to lure these church guys away for Vivi. He tossed the sapphire ring from his hand and began to walk over to the unconscious tin can, stabbing the survivors through the cracks in his armor one by one.

"It's a pity, if you use three forms, this kind of battle is almost effortless" Anglie put away the cross sword with a wry smile, and in the battle just now, he was completely fighting as a swordsman with strong physical fitness and an enemy with special strength. Plus the cross sword is also inferior goods

Putting away his thoughts, he finally looked at the huge crack in the ground, which was the result of his pure use of strength and special sword skills, without the slightest use of blood power and magic power.

Without the slightest nostalgia, Anglie strode towards the dense forest in the direction of the town.

Speeding towards the town, a few minutes later we came to the only entrance and exit to the town, a small arched bridge over the river.

At the entrance of the arch bridge were guarded by groups of white-armored guards, who patrolled from time to time with torches to the left and right, and two guys dressed as commanders and wearing helmets were standing on the side and whispering something, looking at the raging fire on the mountainside from time to time.

On the opposite side of the arch bridge, on the bank of the river, some of the town's residents were sparsely watching the excitement, and Angli faintly saw Weiwei's figure from it.

Carefully hiding in the shadows, he quietly moved to the left along the riverbank, until he was far from the entrance of the arched bridge, and then he jumped lightly, flew over the creek and landed on the opposite bank, easily entering the town.

After thinking about it, he casually threw the cross sword at his waist into the river, patted the dust on his body, and then took out a shabby black coat from the spatial mirror and put it on. Walk straight to your shop.

From time to time, there were groups of town guards walking the streets, holding torches and looking around nervously.

Angree quickened his pace and turned into the alley, and it only took half a minute to get back to his shop.

Jumping in from the fence on the right side of the shop, the courtyard was quiet, and the sound of Freira's breathing could be faintly heard in the back room.

"Freira, come out of here, there's something going on in town, we need to get out of here as soon as possible. Anglie whispered, pushing the door open and entering the back room.

There is a small courtyard between the back room and the front of the store. Originally, the back room was used as a warehouse for storing things, and Anglie put a wooden bed in it, which could be used as a bedroom to rest.

Freira's tiny body was curled up in the corner of the bed, her back against the wall and silent.

"Pack up and leave tonight. Something happened to the people in the church, and they couldn't stay here for long. Angre walked over and whispered.

"I thought you were going to claim the bounty," Friela said, raising her face and hoarse.

"Is it because you woke up and couldn't find me?" Anglele rubbed her short blonde hair. "The little guy is quite suspicious, don't worry, I plan to raise you and sell it, it will be worth a lot of money." He pinched Friella's face. "Let's go, go pack your things. ”

There was still panic and confusion on Freira's face, and the only thing she could rely on now was the mustachioed uncle in front of her, who she had known since she was a child. His parents are dead, and he has become a wanted criminal in the church, and although he is the smallest of twenty gold coins, no one will dare to help him. As for the other relatives, I am afraid that they will not be able to protect themselves now.

With his hands and feet, Angre quickly packed up all the things in the store, packed two large boxes, and packed the remaining more than 100 silver coins in the store into a large brown leather bag.

Anglie took out a pitch-black sludge and applied a layer to Freira's birthmark, which quickly turned into a normal complexion.

"The discolored mud is useless when it dries, we have to hurry. Angel poured all the remaining sludge on Freira's hair, and after a few rubs, replaced it with short milky white hair.

The two of them dragged a box and walked out of the store.

It was already dark outside, and most of the townspeople were asleep.

The streets were deserted, and occasionally patrolling guards could be seen passing by with torches.

Angel led Friera straight to the exit of the town. (To be continued.) )