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Chapter 60 What kind of strength is this?
The flamboyant opening reveals the greasy side of the man in the white suit.

Compared with this unnutritious words, everyone is more concerned about the reaction of the man who read the newspaper.

The hearts of the two men and women from the Sect of Reincarnation tightened even more.They will always remember that their elders said, "If you are sure, sit on that chair. If you have no eyes, then stand."

They used to ask "what chair?"

The only response I got was "you will know when the time comes."

Obviously, that chair represents an opportunity that must be fought for, an unspeakable taboo!

The first person to come is naturally the master of the ring.

The man in a white suit is the one who is attacking.

Compared with the challenger, everyone is more eager to see the strength and attitude of the challenger.

Anyway, there are three positions!
Everyone's heartstrings couldn't help but tense, especially the man in white who pretended to be nonchalant and sat down shamelessly.

For [Blood Moon Baptism], one's family background, camp, and sect are not important.

The only thing that can speak is strength.

At this time, someone disguised as MacLeod didn't even lift his eyelids to the greasy man's routine, and lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "I'm waiting for a big show to start."

"Oh? What a big show?" The man in white had a teasing expression on his face, seemingly relaxed, but in fact his nerves were extremely tense, spreading his spiritual sense to the maximum.

But no matter how he diffused his perception, he found that he couldn't sense the man in front of him. This man's soul and his breath of life were completely integrated with the ruins.

If it wasn't for the other party who could still breathe, the man in white would even start to wonder if the other party was alive.

Facing the man in white's answer, Mark felt equally mysterious.

Because he had already 'saw' the scattered soul perception of the other party. In the soul vision, there were countless filaments sticking out, but it was a pity that he used newspapers to prevent them all from coming out.The feedback received by the other party will not be any different from the stone bricks on the ground.

The corner of Mark's mouth slightly raised: "It's a big show called [Waiting]! Because you never know, whether the person sitting next to you for no reason is a funny clown... or a good travel companion worth killing boring time. "

The indifferent response was full of Ji Feng's words, which was no longer soft but hard, but outright disdain.

On weekdays, it was undoubtedly a great humiliation for the man in white.

What to do at this moment, the decision is in the hands of the man in white.

Everyone believes that as long as there is more than half of the confidence, the man in white will not hesitate to launch a killer move at this zero distance.

Unexpectedly, the mouth cannon continued to launch.

"Waiting? Although I hate waiting the most, life is a waiting! Waiting with whom is not waiting? Why don't we talk about a popular actress or a beautiful noble lady while waiting? I have There are many special paths, huh?"

The man in white ignored the humiliation of the other party calling him a 'clown', and chose to maintain a stiff atmosphere with nonsense and awkward chats, or he needed more information.

Mark didn't answer directly, and didn't even look at the man in white: "In this world, there will always be people who are 'watching the clouds and seeing the moon', but there are also idiots who are 'waiting to die'. I don't know which one you are?"

A calm expression belies the desire to kill.

The man in white is obviously very keen on this aspect.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The man in white stood up with very natural and very slow movements: "It suddenly occurred to me that I haven't walked very far, and I'm not tired."

Thick-skinned, he completely ignored the indifference and disdainful eyes of the others, and walked aside by himself, leaning against a section of ruins to cool off.

Obviously, this time the invisible confrontation, the man who read the newspaper won.

The hearts of the other three groups tensed up.

Who can come here without blood on their hands?

The blood moon wiped out the mediocre people, and the first two small levels wiped out the veritable waste.

Can come here, who is not the elite of the elite?

Vivian carefully observed the other two groups of people: To her surprise, the Storm Cultist was a notoriously violent old man, but the two-meter-tall giant was calm, neither sad nor happy, the kind of person who knew it was dangerous but The indifferent eyes made people puzzled; on the contrary, she felt that the two guys who should be reincarnation believers were most likely to make a move in the next round.

Vivienne secretly thought about her situation: Don't look at the power of the Church of Light and Night in the mundane world, it's a general trend.She is the only young talent worthy of praise in recent years.After all, due to unscrupulous means in the initial stage, the Extraordinary of the evil sect tends to grow faster in strength, and there are relatively more candidates for the Church of Sin and the Apocalypse Sect.In the blood moon world, she became the easiest one to be targeted.

She retreated to advance, and said loudly: "I'm not tired either."

After finishing speaking, she took three steps back to show that she had no intention of competing.

It doesn't matter to the storm giant, the two of them quit, and then the two reincarnation believers are left to make a choice.

In fact, the male believer was already a little moved.

First of all, they have the upper hand in numbers, and secondly, the newspaper reader may not be the kind of chaotic camp powerhouse who kills anyone on sight.

At this moment, a strange horse neighing suddenly came from a distance.

Sound is sound, but it is not the sound from the air, but the sound of the soul.

From far to near, a pale shadow that was incompatible with the background of the red moon quickly crossed the void road formed by suspended bricks and broke into everyone's field of vision.

On Earth, there can be many answers to what riding on a white horse bow represents.

In this world, the white horse archer only represents one kind of person—the Plague Cultist who believes in the [Plague] Apocalypse Knight.

Vivienne immediately tightened the bowstring of the silver crossbow under the black robe.

Even if she was as quiet as her, her almond eyes would inevitably open wide and her silver teeth would be clenched.

Because around the waist of this plague knight, there are two heads, one is a brown-haired woman of unknown origin, and the other is the head of a typical ascetic.

The reincarnation believers obviously had the most comprehensive information, and the woman lost her voice on the spot: "God of reincarnation! [Cancer] Uber killed [Pious Esma] and [Sleepless City Dancer Gloria]!"

As soon as these words came out, Plague Knight Uber immediately became the focus of the audience.

Mark did not know the background of the two victims.According to the memory of a dead ghost, the name Esma means 'guardian of kindness'.

And Noble, the god of asceticism believed by ascetic monks, is a standard lawful and kind god, who always teaches believers to whip themselves, be willing to help others, and endure suffering for all living beings in the world.

Although this kind of ascetic practice is destined to have few believers, believers are almost without exception good people.

As for the dancers, most of them are followers of the God of Dance.

Mark is indifferent.

What Mark didn't even know was that Uber's battle for fame was by himself, killing a standard knight order of 500 people in Victoria and completely killing a small town of 5000 people.

This name is common sense to most extraordinary people.

However, none of this matters anymore.

Mark only needs to know that it is right to catch and kill the Apocalypse Knight believers.

As soon as the Plague Knight came out, everyone was shocked immediately.

A soul horse as pale as blood, a strange armor like a white shroud, and an inhuman face.

He wasn't wearing a helmet.Because he can't wear any universal helmet in the world.Driven by a mysterious force, his forehead was distorted, and the forehead of the skull formed a shape like a Chinese cabbage.

In the eyes of plague believers, this is called the 'crown given by God'.

A pair of long and narrow eyes, the corners of which opened almost to the temples, and pus kept lying down from the corners of the eyes.

To Mark, this guy is a monster!

I thought the Plague Knight would kill anyone he saw.

Unexpectedly, the plague knight ignored the others and attacked Mark on the bench first.

Riding on a terrifying ghost horse, the Plague Knight boldly rushed to the place thirty steps away from the bench and stood still, his chin raised slightly, and his arrogant voice was full of strong mockery: "Hey! Boy! This seat is not for you to sit on. of!"

Mark stared at the newspaper without raising his eyelids, and his tone was terribly cold: "In the big drama I'm waiting for, there is no role for you."

Answer the question!
Since both parties don't like chatting with dead people, it is natural that the conversation is not speculative.

The bowstring vibrated, and the surrounding atmosphere vibrated loudly.

Accompanied by the sound, an extremely unpleasant stench of plague swayed.

On the battlefield where the Plague Knight is located, the spread of the plague will never be absent.

At this moment, Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He finally raised his head and stared coldly at the white arrow that was shot towards his front door. He didn't think of this death weapon that was rapidly expanding in his field of vision at all.

His tone was more like an angry smile: "Want to pollute this space? You actually work in front of me! Door! Get! Axe!?"

In the eyes of others, as soon as the male voice finished reading the newspaper, countless red lights appeared out of thin air in front of him, intertwined together, as if the entire floating platform was vibrated, and they blocked the arrow of the plague knight.

At this moment, Vivienne, the storm giant, the man in white, and the Reincarnation Sect were almost stunned at the same time.

It is not uncommon for the white arrow to be blocked.

Among the Beyonders of Sequence 7, there are absolutely many who can do this.

It is an exaggeration to block back the white arrow and even drive back the plague breath spread by the plague knight.

Everyone has an absurd feeling: that is, the newspaper reader is rejecting the Plague Knight with the power of the entire blood moon space.

In the next moment, the newspaper reader counterattacked extremely fiercely.

No one saw when the machete at his waist flew out, but everyone had a consensus—once this strange bone machete locked onto the target, it would either succeed in holding it hard, or it would be destroyed after the two sides confronted each other and generated mysterious energy turbulence. Make a successful dodge within one hundredth of a second.

Apart from this, there is no third possibility of survival.

Right in front of them at this moment, Ubel, the notorious plague knight, didn't even have a chance to force the newspaper reader to stand up.He shot first, but was attacked first, and the man and the horse were cut in half with a single knife.

The plague pus in Uber's body didn't even have a second chance to do evil. Before it splashed out, it was evaporated instantly, leaving only two remnants exuding an unpleasant burnt smell.

The spatial shock caused by the flying knife gradually subsided, and the hearts of everyone present were still shaking violently.

Looking at Mark, who still maintains the same posture of reading the newspaper, they have the same question in their hearts:
——What kind of strength is this?
(End of this chapter)