Home of the Brave

"I caught you, old thing." Dai Yang stood one step in front of Bloom, the demon knife in his hand vomiting fierce light.

"You...you..." Bloom looked at the demon knife on his neck with a blue face, and his mouth trembled for a long time before he said nothing.

"It doesn't matter if you kill you like this...but this young master is very magnanimous, so I will give you three seconds to turn out the hole cards." Dai Yang said with a sneer, but the reason was of course not what he claimed.

According to the plan, the battle against Broome was carried out in three steps. In the first step, Xia Luwei and Miranda work together to contain Aretha, who holds the Sky Spear Gungnir. In the second step, he took advantage of the futility to break into the handsome account and settle Bloom. When Bloom is settled, the third step is to cooperate with his two daughters-in-law to subdue Aresa as much as possible. According to the current situation, Xia Luwei and Miranda went smoothly, and Bloom seemed not to be difficult to deal with.

However, it was not Bloom that worries Dai Yang the most, but the mysterious cold arrow.

Dai Yang had consulted Miranda on this matter. According to the analysis and judgment of the witch, it should be the Holy Spirit of Violence, which belongs to the God of Violence, Flaus.

The so-called "Holy Spirit" is actually a lower **** subordinate to the Six Pillar Gods-in the **** system of the Palamian continent, the Six Pillar Gods have the highest deity and have their respective lower gods. Although the "Holy Spirit" serves as a servant of God more often, it is actually a lower **** who has the status of a god, and it can also be said to be the most senior existence among the servants of God. Even Bloom, who is a high priest, seems to be only Can be assigned to one.

With such a troublesome opponent, Dai Yang didn't want Xia Luwei and Miranda to meet, so he forced Bloom to show his cards.

"Hey, hurry up! Are you going to take that thing called the Holy Spirit of Violence to see Flaus with it?"

Dai Yang exerted force on the demon sword, further forcing the high priest.

Bloom gritted his teeth and stared at him. It seemed that it was not easy for the high priest to summon the Holy Spirit of Violence. Seeing Bloom's embarrassed appearance, Dai Yang couldn't help thinking, maybe it would be a better idea to get rid of him first and then join Xia Luwei and others. However, just before he planned to put his idea into practice, there were two soft sounds of "Puff Puff" above his head.

Dai Yang, who had been on guard for a long time, leaped back in an instant, and saw two jet-black feather arrows piercing the ceiling of the handsome tent, rubbing the tips of his hair into the place where he had just stood.

Immediately afterwards, Dai Yang quickly turned to avoid the Lengjian falling from the sky. However, unlike the previous time, the Lengjian chasing came to an abrupt end when he flashed to the corner of the handsome account. Afterwards, several fierce lights suddenly slashed the wall of the tent behind them and attacked him.

The fierce mansions came surging like a frenzy, and Dai Yang was caught off guard for a while. He brandished the demon sword to barely block four or five fierce brilliances, but he suffered a hit on his right shoulder and a piece of thin skin on his left leg. Dai Yang kicked the ground fiercely, leaped to the side, and rolled on the ground for a week before finally avoiding the fierce slashing range. When he took a deep breath and returned to his vigilance, the Holy Spirit of Violence, who had always been hidden, finally appeared.

The holy spirit of violence looked like a warrior shrouded in black and heavy armor, but his figure was ethereal and illusory, holding a sword in front of Bloom.

On the other hand, perhaps with the confidence brought about by the protection of the Holy Spirit, Bloom's attitude became arrogant again, staring at Dai Yang with a sinister gaze, and said cruelly: "The kid from the evil spirit! Let the flames of purgatory burn all your sins." Soul!"

"Well, I'm planning to go to purgatory, but I don't want to ask you to be a tour guide." Dai Yang shrugged nonchalantly, but he was more vigilant in his heart. The wounds on the hands and feet are still bleeding, although the details of the Holy Spirit of violence in front of him are still unclear, but judging from the situation just now, it is undoubtedly a powerful enemy.

"I see how hard you can be!" Bloom waved his hand fiercely, and the holy spirit, who looked like a black armor warrior, launched an offensive at the same time.

Watching the holy spirit warrior raise the divine sword, Dai Yang thought it was a cold slash as before, but he caught a glimpse of dozens of dark arrows appearing in the void. As the warning signs in his heart suddenly appeared, Dai Yang jumped to the side like a reflection. Almost in the next instant, the black arrow rushing shot the wall of the tent behind him into a honeycomb eye.

Seeing the attack of the Holy Spirit Warrior failed, Bloom couldn't help but let out a low growl of annoyance, and Dai Yang, who had avoided the sniper shot, immediately launched a counterattack.

With the demon spirit driving the body, the figure of the black-haired youth turned into a ghost, flashing to the left of the samurai of the Holy Spirit. The mysterious demon sword whistled, slashing towards the holy warrior from bottom to top. The blade of the demon sword was entangled with evil spirits, and in terms of sharpness, it might even be able to cut through meteorite iron. In the next instant, the demon sword hit the black armor of the holy warrior, but it cut across it as if it was impervious.

I saw that the figure of the Holy Spirit Warrior was only a little turbulent, and it was restored to its original state in an instant, and Dai Yang's slash did not seem to cause any harm to it.

"Huh? What, what..." Dai Yang was stunned with a blow, when Bloom's arrogant voice sounded on the other side.

"Stupid! The Holy Spirit is the lower **** who possesses the Godhead, how can a mere mortal thing hurt the **** body!"

"In other words... the physical attack is invalid?"

Dai Yang understood Bloom's words in this way, but before he could answer, the Holy Spirit Warrior had already swung his sword.

Dai Yang subconsciously raised the demon knife to block. He thought it was an intangible holy spirit, but only heard a dull sound of "clang". With a violent slash that contained supernatural power, he smashed him away even with a knife, crashed a pile of debris, and almost tore down the entire handsome tent.

"...Hey, is a unilateral physical attack ineffective?" Dai Yang got up from the pile of debris in embarrassment, rubbed his sour right hand, and looked at the holy spirit warrior over there in annoyance. "Damn, I don't know what power Flaus has, but this kind of cheating is too obvious..."

"Huh! How can the power of God be understood by you!" Bloom showed a spirited look at this moment. "Hurry up and punish! The evil spirits are outside!"

Following Bloom's order, the Holy Warrior raised the Excalibur again. Seeing the deadly black arrow reappearing in the void, Dai Yang cursed secretly, and was about to move away first. Unexpectedly, there was a commotion from the side of the handsome account. Dai Yang looked back and saw a group of imperial soldiers rushing in with weapons.

This team of imperial soldiers should be attracted by the abnormal noise in the commander's tent. Their original intention should be to protect the safety of the coach, but they gave the attackers a chance to breathe.

Dai Yang rushed to the soldiers before the black arrow shot, intending to use the melee to drag the distance. I thought that Bloom would have some fear of accidentally hurting his friendly army, but who knew that the holy warrior over there shot a black arrow without hesitation.

Dozens of sharp black arrows shot towards Dai Yang and the soldiers like bullets, sending waves of blood in an instant.

The black arrow was shot out in a few breaths, and the imperial soldiers who had been affected by innocents fell on the ground. Some soldiers were shot through the arms, and some soldiers were shot through the chest and abdomen. The living wailed in pain, but the dead had no life.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Bloom seemed to completely forget the fact that they were friendly forces, but looked for the black-haired youth on the ground with fanatical gaze. Under such intensive attacks, he was convinced that the other party must have no chance of escape. However, what appeared at the end of his vision was not the corpse of the black-haired young man, but something strange.

"Fist...fist?"

Bloom looked at the giant standing in the crowd with suspicious eyes, and it took several seconds to recognize that it was a giant fist carved out of stone. Since he hadn't seen the existence of this giant stone fist when he attacked, Bloom subconsciously became vigilant.

Next, as if to prove that hunch, the five fingers of Shi Juquan slowly opened before his eyes.

Sitting on the palm of the giant fist, the black-haired young man seemed to have a lot of scars on his body. He raised his hand to Bloom and greeted him in a completely temperatureless voice.

"I'm sorry to let you down..." Dai Yang stepped down from the giant fist, and the demon spirit entwined around him was gone, replaced by an indescribable heterogeneous pressure. "Even your own subordinates were killed together. You **** is worse than I thought... Is it possible to forgive everything you do as long as you give up Flaus's name? That's really convenient."

"That's... Divine Art? You, who are you?" Bloom took a step back and looked at the giant stone fist behind Dai Yang with horrified eyes. "Is it Silvia's apostle... No! How can a monster be favored by the gods?"

"You mean this? This is just my family's martial arts." Dai Yang shrugged and looked at the holy spirit warrior over there, with fierce light in his eyes. "You shit, didn't you want to get rid of me? Come again, this time the uncle won't block or hide, let me see the dignity of Flaus!"

"...You blasphemous evil spirit!"

Bloom was irritated by Dai Yang's attitude, waved his hand, and gave orders hoarsely. "Destroy him!"

Following Bloom's order, the Holy Warrior raised his sword again.

At the same time, as if imitating his actions, Dai Yang also raised the demon knife in his hand.

Next, dozens of black arrows containing divine power appeared around the samurai of the Holy Spirit.

Correspondingly, a flame arrow appeared beside Dai Yang that was entwined with flames, the number of which was equal to or more than that of black arrows.

"That, that's..." Bloom almost popped out of his eyes. "Palamisha's..."

Before he could finish speaking, Dai Yang over there had already swung down the demon sword abruptly, and saw dozens of flame arrows rushing towards the Holy Spirit warrior like raging waves. Affected by the flame arrows, the samurai of the Holy Spirit also shot the black arrows that were already ready to go.

The flame arrows and the black arrows clashed in the void, and the divine power and the vitality of heaven and earth exploded.

In the next instant, the shock wave tore through the handsome account and turned into a frantic storm and swept around. The imperial soldiers gathered around the handsome tent were blown to each other by the sudden storm, and the line of defense that was finally rebuilt was suddenly torn apart, exposing them to adventurers again.

The delicate balance that was originally formed by the battle between the powerhouses of God's Domain was broken by this accident, and the silent battlefield became hot again.

In the center of the fierce battlefield, is the figure of Dai Yang who wields a demon sword and fought fiercely with the samurai of the Holy Spirit. The difference from the previous one is that the blade of the demon sword is attached with a blazing flame, and it is constantly contending with the divine sword in the hands of the holy warrior. Accompanied by flashes and shocks, both the demon sword and the divine sword turned into phantoms, and fought fiercely in the void at a frequency that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

The violent wind set off by the battle blew the nearby imperial soldiers away, and even the charging adventurers dared not approach them. The battle between the black-haired youth and the Holy Spirit warrior has long surpassed the level that ordinary people can intervene, and both sides can only wait for a decisive result from a distance. In the extremely nervous waiting, everyone seemed to have forgotten the passage of time.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a demon light flashed in the center of the battlefield, followed by the wailing of the holy spirit warrior.