Under the black night sky, the papal temple shimmered with a holy light.

Slow spat out his phlegm because he felt that the Holy See was the dirtiest and ugliest.

The sand thieves he led have done a lot of dirty work over the years, and this time they want to be holy, and killing the children of light of the Holy See is the most holy thing for him.

Of course, in order to invite the famous sand thief driver in the Western Regions, Qianguo also offered a price that was difficult to refuse. It's just that the Son of Light doesn't live in the palace, which increases the difficulty of this mission a lot.

But even so, the Sand Thief Leader Slow didn't think that this mission was too difficult, because he was a very small number of Destiny Realm masters in the Western Regions.

Believing that after a bit of fighting, he would be able to remove the head of the Children of Light, and the headache was how to find the ultimate goal in the papal temple.

Just as they were about to walk into the temple from different locations and take a short time, a meteor appeared in the sky.

With Sloe's cultivation, he could naturally perceive that this was not some bullshit meteor, that one arrow, one arrow that could be called terrifying.

Slow didn't know what kind of archery this was, but he could completely feel that the vitality of the arrow was getting more and more majestic in the continuous falling, and with his cultivation, he actually looked at the arrow and felt the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai.

So he decisively exposed his whereabouts and roared: "Retreat." ”

The black-clothed man who was about to sneak into the temple in all directions immediately retreated when he heard this.

Slow retreated a hundred feet away in an instant, and the cluster of arrows in his pupils burst through the sharp dome of the temple, and countless spiderweb-like gaps appeared in the smooth and extremely beautiful white jade roof.

He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't forget to take a look at the tallest clock tower in Naswan City, but there was a figure in the bell pavilion at the top.

Naturally, Sillo of the Destiny Realm could see the person on it clearly, but Zhang Xiaodao, who was standing in the Zhong Pavilion, gave him a thumbs up.

After this action appears. There was a huge roar from the dome of the temple, and countless glazed tiles shot out, and the temple collapsed.

Slow spat again, thinking that the person on the bell tower should be a master of the royal family's uneasy invitation, but why didn't he say it beforehand?

The roar resounded throughout Swan City at the same time. The Holy See guards around the temple finally looked at the smoke and dust around the temple in astonishment, and a group of people rushed towards the temple in a surrounding form.

Slow pulled out the long knife at his waist, feeling that such an assassination was indeed time-saving and labor-saving, and roared angrily: "Kill!"

At the same time as a dozen people charged, hundreds of sand thieves lurking in the surrounding area also entered the streets, galloping all the way. Approaching the temple.

Liu Yichen was lucky not to be stoned to death because he couldn't react because he was sleeping, and he felt something when the arrow fell into the dome and held up a light.

The shattered tiles struck this light, splattering countless clouds of dust and smoke.

There was no doubt that someone was going to assassinate him, and there was no doubt that it was a conspiracy of the royal family of the former kingdom of Cheshi, but there was no doubt that he had never experienced such a scene despite his preparation.

Luckily. Ascetic arranged a sacrifice beside him, the sacrifice was very old, at first glance, it looked like a dried corpse, not far from death, Liu Yichen knew that he was very strong.

In the dust and ruins, the old man came to Liu Yichen's side, and the high priest of the former country of Cheshi also came to his side.

The two men did not speak, but looked at the dome that showed the sky, for the arrow came from the sky.

Zhang Xiaodao is still on top of the clock tower. He observed the situation below, and without hesitation, he shot six arrows in a row, and then he sat down and went directly into the state of emptiness to recover his vitality.

And the six arrows he had just shot had already appeared in the sky, but after rising higher and higher in the clouds, these six arrows obviously had different targets.

The first arrow fell from the sky, and plunged headlong into the low flat white jade room next to the temple, and the majestic vitality under the loud bang went on a rampage, and fell into ruins.

The second arrow hit the papal guard on the left side of the papal temple, and hundreds of people saw the bright white in the air. They dispersed quickly, but when the arrows pierced the ground, the guards who had no time to escape were instantly blurred.

No papal guard understood what was going on, and the screams were endless, and the originally mighty armor was unkempt. A severed arm shot out. Knock down one of the horses that had not yet escaped, and the horses behind him stepped over and died before they could fight.

The third arrow entered the ruins of the temple, and the old man with dry skin and only holding bones narrowed his eyes, and the void flicked a finger, and the arrow cluster exploded in midair, shattering the outer wall of the broken temple.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth arrows were shot in different directions around the temple, and the collapsed buildings blocked most of the way out.

The city of Vence fell into absolute silence because of these ten arrows, the tremor of the earth, the roar in the ears, sounded the alarm in people's hearts, even the most prosperous Fengyue places began to empty at this moment.

When people ran into the streets in horror, they were calm, only the dust in the north of the city was everywhere, and they couldn't help but wonder what was born there?

The sand thieves entered the ruins under the leadership of Slow, and the flames of battle were completely ignited at this moment, and the knife in his hand slashed through the neck of the nobody of the Holy See, splattering blood in streaks.

The red-clothed priest was the first to appear in front of Sloe, and a beam of light erupted from his palm, instantly lighting up the ruined scene among the ruins, bringing out a cloud of gunsmoke.

Slow easily dodged the blow, and under the pressure of his vitality, the blade trembled, and he stepped on the half-section of the temple pillar, and the whole person was like a roc sweeping across the sky and rushing towards the red-clothed priest.

Liu Yichen watched this scene silently, without the panic just now, although his heart was beating fast now, it seemed that it was just the tension that should have been before the big war.

He had improved so much since he had obtained the Bones of Light and now that he had become the Child of Light, but he had never shown it, and today he hoped that the Western Regions could see his power.

So he took a step.

The emaciated old man beside Liu Yichen did not stop him, because the old man knew that the son of light was not worthy of his name, although his realm had not yet entered the realm of fate, there was no doubt that his talent could make him extremely terrifying.

The three sand thieves came not far from Liu Yichen and the old man.

These three people are agile and orderly, even in the ruins of difficult roads, they are as agile as apes, it can be seen that they should have a certain tacit understanding and clean killing methods.

Liu Yichen touched his left ear, which had no ear, a confident smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he walked towards the three of them.

The three sand thieves knew that this was their goal, and remembering the rich bounty, the three of them tacitly attacked in three ways: up, middle and down.

The blade cut through the pitch-black ruins, turning into three rays of light in Liu Yichen's gaze, his eyes lit up, and two beams of light shot out suddenly.

The sand thief with the blade on the road had to retract his sword in mid-air to fend off the beam. At this time, Liu Yichen stepped on his feet, his body flew up, and the robe made a hunting sound. Extremely gracefully crossed the middle and lower two blades.

The sand thief who was holding the blade in mid-air trembled, the blade shattered, and under his incredible eyes, Liu Yichen's hand with a beam of light pressed on his head, pressing down with the momentum.

There was a bang in the ruins, and the big hands of the light burst out red and white, and the sand thieves had become headless corpses.

Without giving the other two a chance to react, Liu Yichen made a mistake in his legs, came behind the other sand thief, and punched through his body, the sand thief's eyes were hollow, hanging on his arm.

The third sand thief finally had time to react, but before the blade was raised, Liu Yichen imprinted a palm in the air.

The sand thief vomited blood and flew up, he slapped his leg in the air, and the sound of bones bursting appeared in the body of the sand thief, he was unwilling to stabilize his foot, but he couldn't resist the inertia of his body, and a stone thorn in the ruins penetrated the back of his head.

Liu Yichen, who killed the three people in an instant, was extremely chic, and he also realized how powerful he was through this short actual battle.

Zhang Xiaodao, who was standing on the top of the clock tower, had a heavy look on his face, he understood that Liu Yichen must have his capital to become a son of light, but his capital was even more. He also understood that Liu Yichen must have a master by his side, so he never thought about assassinating him head-on, because he had Qingling arrows!

But now that the shape is ever-changing, since the former country of Cheshi chose to struggle under the control of the Holy See, then he must also have a certain amount of capital, but Liu Yichen showed a strong strength that he didn't expect.

From the battle just now, Zhang Xiaodao could see that Liu Yichen was born with light magic, and more importantly, the old man beside him who was like a dry corpse made Zhang Xiaodao feel that it was difficult for Qingling Arrow to pose a death threat to Liu Yichen.

So Zhang Xiaodao must now choose, whether to go or stay.

At this time, the back of Si Luo's knife in the ruins of the temple struck the body of the red-clothed priest fiercely, and the red-clothed priest spurted blood and retreated, and Si Luo showed his grandeur with a smile on his face.

His confidence was not without reason, and in addition to the good pay, his hatred of the Holy See played a decisive factor in taking on this task.

Facing the Son of Light and the mysterious old man, he didn't have a trace of fear, ripped off his black cloak, "chiluo" the upper body with countless scars, and roared angrily!

His roar was like that of a wild beast, and his voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

And this voice fell on Zhang Xiaodao's ears, but at this moment it seemed to have a soul resonance, Zhang Xiaodao sighed, and said to himself: "Always give it a try." And he walked down the clock tower.

The corpse-like old man came to Liu Yichen's side in the ruins, looked at Slow not far away and asked, rubbing a piece of iron in a sharp voice: "The Holy See has arrested you for twelve years, and you still have the courage to stand in front of me." ”

Slow smiled, shook his arm and said, "I'm going to rebel!"

Liu Yichen didn't know who the person in front of him was, but he could feel his strength, and the old man beside him said, "You will die here today." ”

At this time, the sound of the long knife cutting through the stone came, and Zhang Xiaodao appeared in front of everyone's eyes dragging the falling snow knife.

Liu Yichen's face turned pale instantly!

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