The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 593 Vicious Killing and Punishment!
The strong man amidst laughter rushed towards the group of lamb-like priests.

Blood was splashing everywhere, and the screams of death rang out again and again.

The corpses were all in white priest's robes.

The original white robe was covered with blood and ashes, it looked so miserable...

What about the strong man?
He is like a demon god, crazily harvesting living beings...

The blood spread all over him, but he didn't even blink.

He was waving an iron staff in the crowd of priests, slashing wildly as if he had entered the land of no one. The iron staff had revealed its true colors at this time, and there were still some pieces of flesh on the irregular sawtooth on the staff. , the bloodletting tank has long been crimson, and the blood is constantly flowing from here, continuously...

Among the blood and corpses, he laughed loudly, his laughter penetrated very well, coupled with his ugly face, he was like a demon from hell, but this demon was wearing a white priest's robe, strange The strange thing is that even though he killed so many people and splashed blood everywhere, not even a single drop of blood splashed on him.

The white priest's robe was still so white and so clean.

No one dared to approach him within three feet of him, and he didn't seem to want to kill him, he just stood among the corpses and laughed loudly...

"You are the barbaric priest Hans!" The Pope said in a tone that couldn't be colder, his face twitching.

"Do you know my name?" Hans stopped laughing, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

The Pope looked at the center of the venue, and the proud black-haired man said slowly, "It's hard not to know about the dark night mercenaries of the black-haired devil!"

Although the Pope was talking to Hans, it didn't mean that the others stopped.

"Hai Bo Zhan..." The gentle voice sounded again, but this time there was not only the voice, but also the dark blue Jian Mang.

Anyone who was slashed by this sword will have their bodies wet and their heads will be separated...

"The perfect combination of water elemental magic and sword skills, Meizhong has an irresistible power, and he is indeed the romantic magic swordsman Kadi!" The pope still said in that slow voice.

It seemed that the people Kadi killed were not his subordinates.

On the two sides of Hans and Kadi, one was killing loudly, the other was elegant and beautiful, but on the other side, a large number of people had fallen silently.

Shadow, yes, that's right!

A strange shadow shuttled among the crowd, and in an inconspicuous corner, a poisoned arrow or dagger could kill people without warning at any time.

"Shield of Light!" A soft voice suddenly sounded from the shadow.

Only then did everyone look, and saw a shining white shield appearing in front of the shadow, an old priest was sweating profusely, barely standing still.

"Banick, the skin thieves, really lives up to his reputation, and his strange assassination ability makes it impossible to guard against..." the Pope said, looking at the black shadow.

"Since I've already mentioned my nickname, I'm really sorry to all the readers if I don't do anything else!" The black figure sighed suddenly when he heard the words, and a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air. The clothes were black, and even the face was covered with a black scarf, leaving only a pair of dead fish eyes exposed.

Before he could finish his words, he had already leaped onto the corpses that had just died.

Those pastors didn't know what he was doing, so they stared at him with wide eyes.

I saw this guy waving his hands quickly. In less than half a moment, all the armor, weapons, jewelry and other things on the corpses around him disappeared, only the naked corpses remained in place.

"This..." Everyone's jaws dropped.

"The name of the skin thief is indeed well-deserved, well-deserved!" Even Chu Mo shook his head with a wry smile at this moment, muttering.

"Looking for death!" On the north side of the palace, a man faced a crowd hundreds of times larger than him, but he didn't stop at all. His cold voice sounded in the air.

It is as cold as ice from an extremely cold region.

With the sword in his left hand and his right hand hanging in the air, he faced so many enemies, but he didn't make any moves to strike first.

Doesn't he know the saying that the first to attack is the strong, and the latter to suffer?

He speaks very little, and his words are as precious as gold; his person is very cold, like an ice cube, and his sword is rarely seen.

Anyone who is not his friend has seen it, and it is dead.

Knights, swordsmen, and priests all moved.

The pure white light elements are gathering crazily, and the armor of every knight and swordsman is shining with pure white light. This is blessing magic, and it is a kind of auxiliary magic.

The knights and swordsmen were already rushing towards him.

He didn't intend to move at all.

Still holding the long sword in his left hand, there was no tension at all, but a little relaxed.

His eyes are always closed, as if thousands of people are insignificant in front of him.

It's near, it's near!
Swords, surrounded by swords, sword light, and the fighting spirit radiating from the sword body, make each sword look faster and sharper.

If so many swords are swung down, who on the land of gods and demons can stop them?

He moved.

The right hand slowly moved towards the hilt of the sword.

Hold it!
His speed was originally extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

But at this moment, in the eyes of everyone, his speed is very slow, as if he is slowing down the camera.

People can clearly see the trajectory of his hand in the air, and the spiral force of his hand when it touches the hilt of the sword.

'Choke Lang' sword has been unsheathed!
The sound was clear and long, like a dragon chant, the sword body trembled, and the cold light shone, dazzling the eyes.

Such a sword, whoever looks at it, can't help but praise: "Good sword!"

The sword is a good sword, and the people are not bad!
Such a person, such a sword, don't they know that once the sword is drawn out of the sheath, there will be bloody consequences?

Time passed very slowly, but Jian Guang was very fast.

How soon?
Soon, people blinked their eyes just a little, the sword light flashed, and the sword was back in its sheath.

His people stood still, turned around and walked step by step towards the original road.

His steps were steady, as if he was stepping back step by step on the way he came.

The people around wanted to laugh, they suddenly felt that this man was an embroidered pillow and a bag of straw, with such a good sword just now, and such a cold person, but now seeing so many enemies, he couldn't beat him and ran away.

Only a few people on the field looked at the man with changed eyes.

become confused and frightened.

"On the Continent of Gods and Demons, there is someone who has practiced sword skills to such a level. Your sword is really a magic sword. Your nickname should be the magic sword Nabalu!" The Pope sighed after seeing it.

After a while, pillars of blood gushed out from the necks of the people who stood still.

Looking at their dilated eyes, I'm afraid these thousands of people will not understand how they died until they died!
Silence, absolute silence, to be precise, it should be dead silence, the silence of death!

PS: It’s so emotional, the code words are super emotional, and people have entered the state of crazy code words!
Xiaohan likes fighting descriptions very much, this feeling is so cool! ! !
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