Master Xiuxian in the City

As the trash bag in the trash bin was flipped, a tall figure slowly crawled out of the trash can, fell over the edge, and landed gently on the ground.

After getting out of the trash can, the figure of Gundam leaned on the trash can like this, constantly panting.

By the light of the street lamp, we can see that this is a middle-aged man with very thick hair. He was as strong as a polar bear. After getting out of the trash can, the two furry giant palms slowly retracted back. Not only is the hair gone, even the sharp nails have shrunk, and the effort of a blink of an eye has returned to the normal human appearance.

The middle-aged man is a typical European white man. His clothes are torn and ragged, and there are huge torn marks everywhere, revealing the muscles below, and a very strong taste is released from his body, which is very pungent.

"Damn it! Hidden so well, it was broken by a lady, huh!"

He murmured in a low voice, and the middle-aged man shook his head slightly. "The shadow bag is lost this time. The breath on the body can't be concealed from those Holy Dogs. It is better to leave this place earlier."

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man stood up against the trash can to support his body, and watched the situation around the road with vigilance, and was going to choose a direction to leave.

He is the opposite of the Holy See, and here is where the Holy See is the most powerful!

The whole of Italy is the center of the Holy See, because the Vatican City is here, and the symbol of Catholic will, the Pope, also lives here. The density of clergy here is far more than any place in the world, even red. Archbishop, all can be seen here!

When the middle-aged man quietly hid himself in the shadow of the roadside, and was about to avoid the lights of the street lights to leave quietly, a sound made his footsteps stop suddenly.

"Walking in the dark, do you want to leave so easily?"

A bland voice passed directly into the middle-aged person's ears, and the middle-aged person's striding footsteps immediately rested, looking back with a look of caution, he saw the street light not far away, and was quiet. Standing a priest in a black robe, the priest also held a large cross in his hand. The pure silver cross was reflecting the light of the street lamp.

Illuminated by the light on the cross, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes involuntarily, and retracted a little into the shadow of the corner. It seems that light is the light of the cross, and it can cause him considerable harm.

"you again!"

After seeing the face of the priest, the strong middle-aged man suddenly groaned.

"Monster, since you have arrived in the kingdom of the Lord, you don't have to leave anymore. Instead, return to the embrace of the Lord. Even if you have been lost in the dark, the Lord's tolerance will forgive you and stop being obsessed."

This sudden priest was the archbishop Somat whom Lin Mu had seen during the day.

"Well! Let your Lord go to hell! Satan is the true God I believe in!"

The middle-aged man spit out a spit of saliva and glanced at Archbishop Somat scornfully.

"May the glory of the Lord be broadcast upon you again!"

Archbishop Somat did not have any meaning of anger, but just held the cross in his hand gently. He didn't know what to say in his mouth. The next moment the cross became a huge cross sword. It was the Holy See that year. Huge war sword used at the time.

This kind of cross sword is not the kind of fencing that can only be used for fancy fencing today. It is a huge battle sword used by the Crusaders in the East. The blade alone has a wide palm and the blade is more It is one meter five or six meters in length, very huge, and the blades on both sides are not sharpened. This wide epee does not need to cut the enemy. The huge slashing strength alone is enough to kill the enemy on the spot People.

After the cross in his hand became a cross sword, Archbishop Somatt was in a vertical shape, and flew into the middle-aged person in the blink of an eye in a blink of an eye. He drank softly in his mouth, and a bright light flowed from the cross sword. White light.

Just after the white light appeared, the cross sword had not touched the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man had already screamed aloud, and his body burst into smoke.

"Damn! Howl!"

The middle-aged man made a terrible cry, and then the entire body began to swell, and the bone joints of the whole body began to move continuously. There was something under the skin that seemed to break out, and the whole body was directly spread out. In a second, this amazing change was done.

At this time, the middle-aged man has changed into a huge werewolf, with a body size of about two meters and five feet, his legs have become anti-jointed wolf legs, and his arms have been extended into huge wolves. Claws and skulls have completely abandoned the image of human beings, which is simply a huge wolf head.

The gigantic giant mouth opened and closed, dripping drops of turbid stinky drool, green eyes staring fiercely at Archbishop Somat, with a huge forearm wave, he slammed into Archbishop Somat stiffly Cross sword in hands waving.

After a loud bang, Archbishop Somat took a step back, but the werewolf hit the wall behind him fiercely. The strength of the two men was instantly separated. Obviously Archbishop Somat had already Takes the absolute advantage.

On the right arm of the werewolf, a cross-sword appeared on the arm where it was cut by a cross sword. The length of the werewolf was tens of centimeters.

However, it can be seen from this that after the middle-aged man became a werewolf, his physical quality has increased a lot. Otherwise, Archbishop Somat's cross has been severely severed, and his entire right arm has already been severed.

"Roar!"

The werewolf stood up as soon as he turned over. Although it was seriously injured before, the night itself is the best time for them to walk in the dark to get the best activity. Moonlight has an unimaginable benefit to them.

Acting in the moonlight, their strength can be increased a little bit, and even the speed of recovery will be faster after being injured. This is the reward given to them by darkness.

The priests are different. They need sunlight and use the power of light. Therefore, when cultivating, they also absorb the power of the sun. This cultivating power has very powerful light properties and is deadly to dark creatures. Killing power.

Of course, the dark forces cultivated by the dark creatures can also harm the clergy. Water can carry the boat, and it can also overturn the boat. Whoever has the power has the absolute advantage.

From the situation at hand, it is clear that Archbishop Somat has the advantage. Even if the werewolf is transformed, he cannot compete with him. However, as a dark creature with a very fierce temperament, the werewolf is crazy and aggressive, even if he knows not In front of this archbishop's opponent, he still did not flinch.

The giant leg that has become an anti-joint suddenly bends a bit, and the next moment has rushed towards the Archbishop of Somart like a cannonball, leaving a large footprint a few inches deep at every step under the foot. .

There was a howling in his mouth, and the werewolf's arms had waved past the body of Archbishop Sommat like a phantom. Under such a huge force attack, they didn't care what they hit, because there would be no difference in the end. Hitting there was a dead end. The werewolf's fighting style was like this. With violent strength, he rushed and slammed, and did not need any moves at all.

Archbishop Somat is different. Although his energy in the body is very strong, but the physical body is completely impossible to compare with a transformed werewolf, especially the strength of this werewolf is still so strong, it is completely a level with the archbishop. Dark creature.

If it weren't for the news that the absent werewolf had been seriously injured, Archbishop Somat would certainly not have come alone to find the werewolf, and had to pull two companions to say anything.

But now that we know that this werewolf has been badly hit, it is such a good opportunity to take credit for it, and Archbishop Somat will naturally not let it go to others.

With both hands tightly holding the hilt of the cross sword, Archbishop Somat's body suddenly shone with a thick white light. In this dimly lit night, it was no less than someone who had lost a flash of light from nothing. Glare, flashing werewolf eyes closed involuntarily.

At this moment, Archbishop Somat's figure disappeared from the spot instantly, and the next moment appeared in front of the werewolf. The cross sword in his hand was one block to the left and right, and the werewolf's two arms were immediately hit. Opened, then a progressive turn, the cross sword in his hand turned around, the hilt of the sword against the werewolf's chest was a heavy blow.

"Light! Shadow strike!"

With a light sip in his mouth, tremendous power emerged from Father Somat's hand, which directly acted on the hilt of the sword, and then the hilt hit the werewolf's chest, which directly depressed the werewolf's chest.

With a loud cry, the werewolf flew upside down and returned to the original position. This time, the force hit the wall was stronger than before. The entire wall was slightly swayed, and dust was scattered in the light of the street lamp. Was constantly swaying.

"You! You are not a priest!"

The werewolf who slowly climbed up actually wore a human voice in his mouth, and the pupils of his eyes narrowed tightly, like a tiny silver needle. "This is the sword skill of the Paladin! You are the Paladin!"

"I never said I was a priest."

Archbishop Somat shook his head, held the cross sword in his hand, and walked slowly to the werewolf.

A breeze blew through, setting off the archbishop's black robe, and under the light of the street light, a silver light flashed under the robe.

The werewolf's amazing eyesight had long been clear. Even if only for a moment, he also saw that under the robe was not clothes at all, but a chain mail with silver light!

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