The shouts outside the city shook the sky, the sound of magic and fighting spirit colliding was deafening, and the roar of the hell monster and all kinds of terrifying sounds were combined, coupled with the death air coming from outside the city, which made the city that had just calmed down move again.

However, as time passed, there was still no attack on the city, and the voices outside the city began to slowly decline, and finally some bold people came to the city one after another, wanting to see what was happening.

At this time, David Mo had been recuperating for a while, and when he saw the eyes of a group of necromantic warriors looking towards him, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly walked towards the group of necromantic warriors step by step.

It's been a long time since Ferif has seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in front of him, and after glancing at Halta beside him, he slowly stood up.

Seeing his eyes suggesting, Halta's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and a huge force came from his arm, only to hear a "click", the neck of the necromancer he was holding was directly broken, and a black mist burst from his body.

At this time, they forgot that the necromancer had just said that it was a Silver Ninth level warrior who rushed into their camp.

Since Ferif had cultivated to the silver level, there were very few people in this world who could enter his magic eye, but today he would pay a heavy price for his arrogance.

He held the giant sword in his hand tightly, raised his arm and pointed at the white-clothed young man in the distance, and said coldly to the group of necromantic warriors around him: "After crushing this young man, we will go into the city together to enjoy the abundant soul." ”

After hearing the five words of abundant soul, the already exhausted necromantic warrior once again raised the jīng god, and the white-clothed young man in front of him was the last obstacle in front of them.

Haltha sneered, raised his jet-black broadsword, and took the lead in running towards the white-clothed young man despite his own pain, and the rest of the hundred and ten necromantic soldiers also followed him with a roar.

For a while, the murderous aura swept towards the young man in white, but his footsteps did not stop at all, and he still walked towards them without hurrying.

Fifty feet away from an average human would take about twenty seconds to run at breakneck speed, but it would only take seven or eight seconds for these battle-hardened necromantic warriors.

In an instant, Harta's big knife had reached the body of the young man in white, and after he slashed it out, he said condescendingly like a grim reaper: "After you die, I will torture your ......"

Before he could say the word "soul", a spear pierced his throat in an instant, and the nine-layer dark yellow fighting qi shroud looked extremely pale under this blow, and his body turned into a burst of ashes and scattered in the air.

After the white-clothed young man killed him with one blow, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and he said lightly: "I don't think I can do anything." ”

After seeing this scene, the necromantic warriors who were originally rushing towards him with high morale began to slow down unconsciously, and the strength of the ninth level of Halta's bronze could not withstand a round, and a cold came from the spine, and some of the necromantic warriors who could not withstand this coercion directly chose to flee.

However, the young man in white did not give up, the nine-layer silver-white sè fighting aura shrouded his body, and flew out like lightning, a cold spear flashed with silver light, and a little cold light was lit out on the chest of a necromantic warrior, and the terrifying death qi flowed out from his body, and the whole person turned into a black mist and floated in the air.

As the silver spear flew, black mist exploded in the air, and a wail came from the mouth of the necromantic warrior. These necromantic warriors were already at the end of their crossbows, and they weren't even as good as the necromancers he had just encountered, so they were even more handy to kill.

In a quarter of an hour, a hundred and ten black mist scattered in the air, and only Ferrif and a dozen of his guards were left outside the city of Sharpo, and Ferrif was already trembling and unable to stand upright at this time, and in the face of the cold eyes of the young man in white, he had lost the courage to escape.

After the white-clothed young man not far away had killed all the necromantic warriors who rushed towards him, he still walked towards Ferif unhurriedly, and a huge coercion emanated from him, making Ferif feel the urge to crawl on the ground.

At this time, the city was already full of people in the city, and seeing the young man in white so lightly let hundreds of necromantic warriors disappear, everyone's hearts were filled with a voice: Is this the legendary celestial man descending to earth?

Where have the people of Sharbo City seen such a scene, and the zhèngfǔ of Sharbo City has almost described the Necromantic Legion as an invincible existence. And today, the 4,000 soldiers defending the city were beaten and scattered, and at the last moment, in order to escape, they turned their guns on them.

But the white-clothed young man outside the city in front of him actually single-handedly single-handedly picked up a hundred and ten necromantic warriors, plus the dust left behind by the death of the necromantic cultivators all over the ground outside the city, in their minds, they had already begun to imagine the spectacular scene of the white-clothed young man fighting thousands of enemies just now.

Combatten also stood at the head of the city, he looked at the white-clothed young man on the battlefield from afar, and a thousand feelings flashed in his heart, who did not have a heroic dream when he was young.

At the beginning, he had also fantasized about turning the tide of the entire city of Salbo on his own, but it turned out that he had spent a full 4,000 men not holding out for even an hour.

At this time, the white-clothed young man outside the city was all watching, and everyone was looking forward to him being able to enter the city to receive their cheers and admiration after he killed the remaining dozen or so necromantic warriors.

I saw that the young man in white was already less than ten meters away from Ferry, and more than a dozen necromantic warriors looked at him desperately, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and suddenly a guard shouted: "I'm ...... with you"

It's a pity that the words ended in a hurry as soon as he started, and a little cold point hit the center of his eyebrows, and in an instant he turned into ashes and disappeared. Then a few more guards tried to make a move, but they didn't even make a sound before they instantly turned into black mist and scattered.

After killing twelve people in a row, only a middle-aged man wearing armor and the appearance of a leader was left. Drops of cold sweat slipped from the top of the middle-aged man's head, and he suddenly fell to his knees with weakness on his knees.

This middle-aged man was Ferry, at this time, he had already exhausted his divine power, and he couldn't afford to resist at all, he knelt on the ground with his eyes closed, and looked like he was listening to it.

The young man in white looked at him with interest, and suddenly said lightly: "Why did you sell your soul and follow in the footsteps of the devil?"

Freif cautiously raised his head and replied, sweating profusely, "I was wrong...... I shouldn't have sold my soul......"

But the young man in white interrupted his weak confession, stared at him coldly and continued to ask, "Why?"

After being abruptly interrupted by him, Ferrif hesitated for a moment, and finally replied cautiously: "I was originally a farmer in the province of Chilieyuan, because ten years ago there was no grain in the field to collect and pay taxes, and the noble lord colluded with the Holy Judgment to say that my family is a heretic. ”

Speaking of this, Ferrif looked up at the white-clothed killing god, and saw that there was no impatience on his face, so he continued slowly: "My father was burned alive, my sister was arrested and taken as a jì girl, and I was incorporated into slavery. ”

"One day a mage came up in town and saw me, who was about to freeze to death in the snow. He told me that if I was willing to make a deal with him, I could stay alive......"

When Ferrif said this, his eyes began to drift a little, a tear fell from his eyes, and he choked up a little: "If you can live, who wants to sell your soul......"

When the young man in white heard this, his face was slightly sad, he sighed softly, and said abruptly: "The Holy Court is mediocre, and the court has no way, so it makes the world ......so difficult."

After a moment of silence, he said lightly to Ferive, who was kneeling on the ground, "Before I change my mind, you can go." ”

Ferif lay on the ground and cried for a while, but he didn't expect this white-clothed killing god to let him go, a flash of joy flashed in his heart, and he hurriedly got up to thank him, but when he turned around, his eyes flashed with a touch of yīn poison.

When the people of the city saw that the young man in white and the necromantic warrior did not know what to say, and finally let him go, everyone sighed in their hearts: the god-like boy must have been deceived by this demon.

I saw that after the necromantic warrior ran out for dozens of meters, the silver spear in the hand of the white-clothed young man suddenly disappeared, and turned into a golden longbow.

There was a roar of a unicorn in the air, and a silver-white arrow burst through the air, flying like lightning towards the running necromantic warrior.

A black mist flashed, and at the last moment before he died, Frieff was still thinking about how to get revenge, but unfortunately he never had a chance again. Without even a chance to turn back, he dissipated directly into the air.

The young man in white put away the unicorn bow, looked at the scattered ashes, and said secretly in his heart: "Although I want to let you go, why don't you ...... between good and evil."

The people on the city wall saw that the young man in white killed the last necromantic warrior with an arrow, and in an instant the crowd was crowded with joy, and some people cried with joy, and a catastrophe was easily resolved by this sudden hero.

Everyone is waiting for the moment when the hero enters the city, a moment destined to leave a strong mark on the history of the city of Sharpo.

But what happened next surprised everyone, because the young man in white did not enter the city, but turned away from the city of Salbo, until he faded away, and his figure faintly turned into a small black dot.

To the great disappointment of all the people standing at the head of the city, they had been waiting for the hero to enter the city!

Unexpectedly, the supreme commander in the city, Combaton, shouted: "He hasn't left yet!"

Because he has a bronze ninth-level cultivation, his eyesight is much better than that of ordinary people, and he has been looking at the figure of the young man in white from afar, and he has actually climbed a small hill in the distance.

Anisha looked at the white-clothed young man who was dressed in white and walked towards her, his face was extremely handsome under the hot sun.

Her cute little face said with a little disdain: "Yo, isn't this our big hero David Mo?"

David Mo gently touched his nose with his hand, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "The big hero doesn't dare to be." But Sharbo City can be passed, Princess Anissa, and we look like we're ready to go......"

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