The wind is light, and the moon is bright.

Covered in blood, St. Paul stood in the midst of the ruins, looking up at the night sky, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He didn't know why he had failed; He couldn't figure out why he had failed.

But at this time, there was no point in thinking about these questions, he sighed, and at this time he was covered with blood, like a demon standing in the moonlight, he seemed unusually calm.

"Li Nanshan, I'm defeated."

St. Paul fought in the ruins and took a look at the original sumptuous Covenant Cathedral.

"But I'm not wrong! Who in this world is not greedy? I was just unlucky to meet the awakened Dragon Emperor!" São Paulo's voice was quite cold, and the eyes on his calm face were full of unwillingness.

"I'm convinced!" St. Paul took one last look at the door of hell that had not yet been opened, said helplessly, and then closed his eyes.

At this moment, São Paulo finally has a little heroic demeanor.

Li Nanshan was not polite, and he didn't bother to say anything to St. Paul, and with a slight lift of his hand, a giant sword condensed by cyan sword qi was suspended in front of Li Nanshan.

"Go!"

With a wave of Li Nanshan's hand, as if commanding thousands of troops, this sword qi slashed towards St. Paul.

He even turned around, and with St. Paul's current strength, it was completely impossible to block this sword.

Li Nanshan doesn't play games, otherwise he will definitely know a big taboo, that is, to turn back confidently.

Usually turning back with confidence will give someone else a chance, even a chance to fight back.

I saw a blood-red light shoot out from the gate of hell, and then formed a light shield, directly enveloping St. Paul. When the cyan sword qi and the red light mask collided, they stirred up beautiful sparks, even more brilliant than the fireworks in the distance, and there was a piercing grinding sound.

Li Nanshan hurriedly turned around and looked at the gate of hell.

"The Great Lord will protect every one of his followers, and will annihilate every heathen with the light of holiness." A crisp and steady voice sounded from the gates of hell, and the blood around them and even the blood stains on St. Paul's body were all sucked away by the gates of hell, and the gates of hell, which were almost opened, were completely open at this time.

And in the light of the fire at the gates of hell, a figure appeared.

"Pagan, you ruined the church. However, the Lord is merciful, and I don't know if the Lord will forgive you, but my task is only to send you to the Lord."

As this voice fell, the figure in the gate of hell gradually became clear, this person was wearing a white suit, his face was terrifyingly fair, a pair of golden eyes were very clear, as if there were stars hidden in them, his golden hair was slightly curly, he was wearing golden glasses and holding a book in his hand, and even gently pushed his glasses.

However, when he looked at Li Nanshan, the clarity in his eyes disappeared, but it was replaced by ruthlessness.

He doesn't look good, and he's not a traditional handsome guy, his face is slender, angular and angular, but this kind of appearance will be obsessive, especially the deep and full of cruel gaze, with his action of sticking out his tongue and licking his lips!

This messenger from hell perfectly illustrates what it means to be "the beauty of a well-dressed beast."

"Let there be light, saith God!"

He took out a magic wand from his bosom, which was so delicate that it resembled the baton of a conductor at a concert.

As his words fell, he first picked up the book with a magic wand, and a golden light appeared in the night sky, falling straight towards Li Nanshan.

Li Nanshan frowned when he saw this golden light, and then his two fingers merged, and they raised upward, and a cyan sword qi rushed straight into the golden light. The cyan sword qi and the golden light collided together, and in the end, the golden light was directly pierced by the sword qi, scattered into starlight, and dissipated beside the moonlight.

As for Li Nanshan's sword qi, after breaking the golden light, it also dissipated like a wisp of fresh wind.

This freely contracted, weight-lifting sword qi made the messenger who came out of the gate of hell narrow's eyes,

There was a look of appreciation in his eyes, and at the same time, he also had a sense of defensiveness in his heart.

"Yes, heretic. Remember, the god who killed you is called Vader!"

Li Nanshan looked at this opponent, and with a wave of his hand, the Chiyan Sword appeared in his hand.

This is the first time he has used a sword since he came down the mountain!

Since Hasselblad chose to surrender, Brother Zheng returned the Chiyan Sword to Li Nanshan. After all, at that time, Brother Zheng and Li Nanshan borrowed swords just to scare Hasselblad.

"This sword is not bad, either!" The envoy named Vader nodded in approval, and his eyes lit up.

Li Nanshan smiled slightly, his long white hair spread out like a waterfall in the moonlight, and the long sword pointed at Vader.

"Of course, I will respect my opponent. Your head naturally needs to be cut off with a good sword."

"Heretic, I hope you will do what you say. I will collect your head, take it back to Hell, and put it in my display case." Vader smiled, he was immortal, he was a legendary god, unless he used special means, he could really be immortal.

Li Nanshan's face was expressionless, and with a wave of his long sword, like a wisp of fresh wind, he headed towards Vader.

At this time, the movement of the Covenant Cathedral had already attracted the attention of many people, but now that St. Paul and others were away, Ackerman and other scientists abandoned their books and forcibly took over the command of the Academy, and they immediately blocked the Covenant Cathedral.

Brother Zheng has been used to telling stories to Ah Nan since he coaxed Ah Nan last time, and he will tell Ah Nan stories every night until Ah Nan falls asleep.

Brother Zheng coaxed Ah Nan, and went to the roof alone and looked in the direction of the Covenant Cathedral.

Hasselblad naturally couldn't sleep, so he took two bottles of dark beer, got some skewers from somewhere, and sat down next to Brother Zheng.

After getting along with each other these days, he also discovered that this Dragon Emperor was not as unkind as the legend suggests.

"No!" Hasselblad handed a bottle of beer to Brother Zheng, along with the skewers. z.br>

"Your oriental skewers are really interesting." Hasselblad said, then looked in the direction of the Covenant Cathedral, and saw Vader in a white suit coming out of the gates of Hell.

"He's Vader, the White Killer, a notorious being in Hell, who loves nothing more than collecting the heads and weapons of his opponents. This man is strange, he doesn't like women, he dresses up every day, and his house is said to be like a museum, and it's full of his spoils." Hasselblad ate and muttered.

"Well, he shouldn't be Li Nanshan's opponent, don't worry about him."

Seeing that the Dragon Emperor was so relieved, Hasselblad could only continue to introduce, "He and the Blood Demon Dick are the two great murderers in Hell, and even some gods have died at their hands, and they will constantly absorb the power of immortality. Normally, hell doesn't take these two men lightly. It seems that my brother-in-law has a great deal of interest in this St. Paul!"

Hasselblad said nonchalpassingly.

St. Paul breathed a sigh of relief before the Cathedral of the Covenant, but he was still unsure if he would survive.

Suddenly, a sword aura actually came towards him.

St. Paul never thought that Li Nanshan was entangled by the holy envoy, and he still had the strength to come to him for trouble.

Seeing that there was nowhere to hide, a red figure appeared in front of São Paulo.

"Oh, little Pope of St. Paul, the cardinal asked me to help you. Excuse me, what do you want?" The red figure directly blocked this sword qi and asked with a smile.

The man had red hair and red pupils.

Unlike Vader, who was clean, his whole body was wet, with a smell of blood, and there was a lot of garbage on his body, as if he had come out of a pool of blood, and his red hair hung down, directly covering half of his face.

St. Paul finally felt safe at this time, exhaled a breath, his eyes were full of resentment, he looked at Li Nanshan, who was in the deep space at this time, and said coldly, "Kill him!"

"Good, little Pope!"

This man chuckled lightly and headed into the air, he was the Blood Demon Dick!

"Li Nanshan, if you can't kill me, I'll kill you!" St. Paul looked into the air and said hatefully.