An Qingyu stared at the field around him, and there was a glimmer of light in his gray eyes, as if he was analyzing something.

Shen Qingzhu naturally knew his ability, and he didn't intend to give him this time, so with a move of his hand, a pair of gray arms stretched out from the ground under his feet, firmly grasping An Qingyu's ankles.

At the same time, dense arms stretched out from this pair of arms, spreading wildly on the surface of An Qingyu's body, and these arms surged together, like countless miniature wings, engulfing his whole body in an instant.

Under Shen Qingzhu's control, these arms were wrapped into a cocoon, trapping An Qingyu in it, but the next moment, these arms twisted violently from the inside!

These arms were visibly deconstructed, reconstituted into translucent glass, hardened and solidified, and as a white palm pressed against the glass surface from the inside, the entire cocoon exploded!

A dark shadow flew out of it!

Seeing this, Shen Qingzhu's expression did not wave, he took off the burning cigarette at the corner of his mouth with his hand, and waved it gently,

A ray of spark fell to the ground in the dead gray world, and all the air exploded in an instant, and a huge wall of flames hundreds of meters long rose from the sky in front of him, directly submerging the black shadow without a trace.

But as the gaze of the figure in the flames froze, the wall of fire strangely shattered into a gray rain, falling in the ruins.

"Is this the power of the Gate of Truth......" Shen Qingzhu's face was a little solemn when he saw this scene that went against common sense.

An Qingyu fell to the ground lightly from the gray rain, and there was a roaring locomotive sound in his ears, he turned his head to look, only to see a few half-scrapped motorcycles, actually speeding towards here, and the most strange thing is that there is no one on these motorcycles, as if they were controlled by an invisible big hand, crashing into his figure head-on.

An Qingyu looked fixedly, and under these motorcycles, a large amount of explosives had been tied up at some point.

As if he realized something, he looked up at the sky, and in the night sky, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy waved his palm in the air like a conductor, and an invisible imprisoning force surged into An Qingyu's body.

At the same time, in the reflection of An Qingyu's gray eyes, he clearly saw a figure shrouded in haze, holding a short knife in his hand, quietly approaching him.

"And helpers."

Seeing this, An Qingyu's eyes flashed with a gleam, and under the black robe, his hands slowly pinched into a strange handprint.

His goal is Chloe, not to waste time with Shen Qingzhu and the Ancestral God here, and if it drags on any longer, unless he recklessly exchanges with the Gate of Truth again, the odds of victory are not high.

Thankfully, he was able to keep his hands on it early.

As the handprint was pinched out, An Qingyu's figure visibly darkened, and Shen Qingzhu frowned when he saw this.

"Is this going to run? Ann deputy team? ”

"My goal, not you." An Qingyu said lightly, "One day, we will meet again." ”

Before the words fell, a sharp sword suddenly bloomed from the void behind An Qingyu!

No. 27 held a short knife in his hand, his body was outlined like a ghost, and the blade containing the law penetrated through An Qingyu's heart like lightning, and the blade stabbed out of his chest!

And An Qingyu just frowned, not even a trace of blood flowed out.

No. 27, holding the knife, noticed something unusual, and he said in surprise:

"Where's your heart?"

An Qingyu didn't answer, as a slight ray flashed on his body, his figure instantly turned into a dense gray mouse, scattered in a hurry, and disappeared into the hazy gray rain.

"What about others?" Wu Quan's figure fell from mid-air and asked.

"It seems that he prepared a stand-in in advance, what a cautious guy......" Shen Qingzhu put away the surrounding area and sighed, "This point has not changed at all." ”

Number 27 looked down at his bloodless blade, his brow furrowed under the hood, as if he was pondering something.

……

In front of the church.

A gray-skinned mouse silently emerged from the ruins, a faint light flickering, and a hazy mist surrounded it, slowly outlining a figure in a black robe.

An Qingyu looked up at the magnificent church in the rain, and walked straight inside.

"Who?!"

Behind the door of the church, the chief knight, who had just finished a fierce battle, turned his head sharply to look behind the door.

Click——!

A hideous thunderbolt swept through the gloomy rain curtain, and the pale thunder light cast the shadow of the black-robed figure on the holy and magnificent wall.

The rain dripped down the corners of the black robe, and he slowly stepped forward, lifting the hood of the black robe, revealing a calm young face.

While walking slowly, the pair of gray eyes swept indifferently over the three knight chiefs.

"Get in the way."

Almost at the same time, the armor lines on the three knight chiefs lit up, and the knight chief with a heavy sword in his hand was the first to rush out, the sword body cut through the air and made a low hum, and a dazzling thunder burst out, turning into a thunder light cross more than a hundred meters long, slamming into An Qingyu's face!

An Qingyu's figure disappeared in an instant, and the thunder light cross ran through the earth, connecting the door of the church with a ruin in the distance, and directly razed to the ground.

The next moment, the ghostly black shadow appeared behind the knight.

A palm lightly attached to the surface of the armor, the latter's lines immediately dimmed, the hard armor suddenly twisted together like twisted flowers, and the human body wearing it twisted together, and the sound of the skeleton bursting echoed under the magnificent dome!

The burst armor was mixed with blood and was scattered throughout the church, and the pitch-black robe was stained blood.

In just one face, a knight chief died at the hands of An Qingyu.

When the other two knights saw this scene, horror appeared in their eyes, and before they could make a move, An Qingyu's hands were raised at the same time, and a deep gray glow flashed from his eyes.

Parsing, refactoring.

The two knight captains only felt that their bodies sank, as if they had been filled with lead, they looked down at their bodies under their armor, and their flesh and blood were strangely melted, like molten iron in high temperatures, and drops penetrated into the inner walls of the armor.

Their pupils contracted violently, and they subconsciously wanted to reach out to take off their armor, only to find that their hands had been completely poured together with the armguards, and with a slight movement, there was a squeak of steel rubbing.

An Qingyu was dressed in a black robe and walked towards them slowly, but at this moment, they were completely tormented by the changes in their bodies.

Slowly, even their minds became dull and their movements became slower, and if someone lifted their helmets now, they would find that their heads had melted into liquid, as if molten iron had been poured into their armor, and they had completely integrated with it.

After a few seconds, the two knights stood motionless like statues with swords and shields in their hands.