Qing Ming

The secret room was packed to the brim, and the pope, who was the first to pour in, was surrounded by the referees. Everyone looked blank and began to chant loudly. The Lord said that there should be light in this world, so there was light !Pious chants resounded in the secret room, followed by wisps of blazing holy light stretching out from the silver swords they held high like silk, and sprinkled on the heads of the vampires and werewolves rushing in all directions.

Chi Chi!

Under the baptism of the Holy Light, bursts of green smoke rose from the bodies of the werewolves and blood races, mixed with a scorching smell that diffused in the air, and the dark creatures howled miserably, enduring boundless pain to The clergymen pushed forward, and many weak blood races were directly burned into a pile of black ashes, but the companions rushed forward quickly on the ashes under their feet.

An extremely ferocious werewolf rushed forward first, and dozens of silver swords shining with holy light pierced into its thick and hairy chest. A referee stretched out his claws, click!There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the werewolf tilted his head and fell down, but its sharp wolf claws also twisted a head.

Roar!Roar!

The werewolves used the wildest roars to pay homage to their warriors. At the same time, hundreds of werewolves arched their bodies, kicked their strong hind legs on the ground, and shot their entire bodies towards the referees like cannonballs.

The sacrificed companions showed them the most direct and effective way to attack, tearing apart their opponents with their bodies and minions.

"Sinful dark souls, come and accept the wrath of God..." The pope raised the scepter in his hand and chanted loudly. The scepter was pressed down fiercely, and a wide ray of holy light came out from the scepter, Like a wide cloth, it rolled towards the werewolves rushing forward.

Hundreds of werewolves seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade with infinite sharpness, and scattered away in a rain of blood. Even many blood races behind them were reduced to ashes under this majestic holy power, leaving There was an unconcealable look of fear in the eyes of the dark creatures who came down, but they didn't realize that the brilliance of the scepter in the Pope's hand had dimmed.

"This is the tomb of dark life, the light of purification..." The angel suspended in the air snorted coldly, and his figure rushed up a foot, so that the hair on the top of his head touched the ceiling. A half-pointed sword struck out with the air of fireworks.

"Let me use your wings." A cold shout came from the door of the secret room, the blond angel turned his head to look, and saw a dark blue brilliance coming towards him with the sound of hissing through the air.Under the angel's gaze, he raised his lightsaber and slashed out with a sword.

A beam of holy light that was more than ten feet wide and tens of feet long burst out from the lightsaber, meeting the dark blue brilliance.There was only a loud bang, and the whole secret room trembled. Circles of cracks on the ceiling radiated in all directions, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The vampires and werewolves on the ground looked up and saw an impossibly bright white light. Their bodies were scorched and melted under this white light, but they smiled proudly, because before they died, they saw, The wings of that lofty four-winged angel left its body piece by piece...

"No!" The Pope let out a mournful cry, his old face began to twitch violently, and the destruction of the angel also represented the shattering of his last glimmer of hope.

Under the watchful eyes of all the referees and cardinals, the pope slowly became tired with his head in his hands. At this moment, he was no longer the person closest to God, but a bad old man at the end of the day.

The angel who lost her wings could no longer suspend in the air. The moment her wings were cut off, all her power was drained away, the lightsaber in her hand dispersed, and her eyes dimmed. No longer an angel, but a life that is more fragile than ordinary people.

Dracula's face was already pale, and a smile appeared on his face, and he bowed gracefully to the two men standing at the door, and said humbly: "Respected master, your brilliance is the moon in the dark night, let Dracula Radai, punish these servants who carry God's shoes!" After speaking, he knelt down on one knee in the ashes with a respectful expression on his face, and Wolf King Totti also knelt down, ignoring his side at all. Those referees with swords.

In front of the real king of the night, all the priests are humble ants, but they don't know that the real king is the Chinese man standing beside the general.

Liu Qiankun naturally knew that the object of his salute was the general behind him, so he smiled disapprovingly, and walked straight to the angel lying on the ground.I saw the angel's empty eyes staring at the crack on the ceiling, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he didn't care about his own life or death at all. For the angel with broken wings, death is the fastest way to return to God .

"Can you speak Chinese?" Liu Qiankun knelt down and suddenly said this.

The angel didn't seem to have heard Liu Qiankun's question at all, and just counted the cracks on the ceiling blindly, until Liu Qiankun casually grabbed a piece of white angel wings, and the two referees behind him finally put them in their hands like lightning. The silver sword stabbed at the back of his heart.

Clang!Clang!

Two crisp sounds came out, and the long sword in the referee's hand broke in two, leaving only a short hilt in his hand, and the stabbed Chinese man turned his head unhurriedly, revealing With a devilish smile, he said softly, "You will pay for my clothes."

Two small white dots were stabbed on the back of the man's protective clothing, and it was quite appropriate to accompany him with a new suit.

"The Judgment of the Holy Light!"

"God's redemption!"

"The Demon-Breaking Sword!"

Shouting, the three referees swung their long swords at three places on Liu Qiankun's head, chest and abdomen. The blazing holy light burst out from the swords, and the power and influence even Dracula and Totti who were kneeling on the ground He couldn't help shrinking his pupils, as if he saw this arrogant and ignorant Chinese man being cut under the sword.

Liu Qiankun's expression was as usual, as if he didn't see it, his eyes continued to stare at the two referees who were the first to draw their swords, and suddenly he opened his right hand, and a three-foot-long blue light shot out from the palm of his hand, throwing the sword on the two referees. The three referees in front of the whole pierced...

"Don't you want to pay for my clothes?" Liu Qiankun repeated lazily, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's fine if I don't pay..." He grabbed the two pairs of light wings with one hand, and gently pointed at the other hand with the other. The angel flicked lightly on the top of his head, whoosh!With a flash of white light, the angel lying on the ground had long since disappeared, perhaps to see another ceiling.

"General, eat birdman stew tonight..." Liu Qiankun walked up to the general and passed the light wings in his hand.

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