Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

The person standing in the southeast corner bowed slightly and replied respectfully: "The mother and daughter of the Kataoka family are very stable. They are fasting in the clean room, and they still devoutly believe in my god. The new sacrifice time has been set on 2 The day after."

A brief silence dominated the hall.

After a while, the woman standing in the southwest corner asked with a little doubt: "A-[-], A-[-]. Why do we use people from our own village to worship this time? Like before, go to the outside world to buy two Isn't it a sacrifice?"

"Number A and [-], you are questioning God's decision again. Do you really want to..."

The female voice retorted mercilessly: "Idiot, there are only so many believers in our village, and each of them is the backbone of the church. If every time we sacrificed with people from our own village..."

"Shut up, number A, number A, number A. This time, the sacrifice to the Pope is more urgent, and it's too late to bring sacrifices from the outside world. Don't worry, the mother and daughter of the Kataoka family are all true believers of my god. , they are very happy to sacrifice their lives for the gods." The old man standing in the north interrupted the quarrel between the two.

The female figure bowed and apologized: "No. [-], I'm sorry, my question was unreasonable. Then I'll go out and prepare for the sacrifice."

Before he finished speaking, a violent roar suddenly came, and the entire hall shook violently as if it had experienced an earthquake.Countless dust fell from the roof, and the entire hall was filled with choking dust.

A clear voice came in like lightning across the night sky: "Sorry, I'm afraid you won't survive tonight."

clatter!

clatter!

clatter!

With the words, the crisp sound of clogs sounded.

A figure slowly entered the hall, it was Yu Zhongming.

He was wearing a silk priest's uniform, with a pure white feather woven on his shoulders, holding an inscription sword?

"Run!" The old voice was reflected in an instant, black mist emerged from his body, and his figure gradually faded like smoke.

A dark silver thread flashed by.

wow~!

The old figure has been cut into two pieces.

Blood splattered everywhere, and countless streams of blood pooled in mid-air into streams, infiltrating the blade of Ming Dao Bai Wugou.

"Damn, you goddamn heretic. I'm going to tear you to shreds."

The burly man in the southeast corner roared loudly, his muscles bulged, his figure suddenly rose, his arms shook, and his robe was stretched to pieces.

This man's muscles glowed like marble in the gloom, his height became about 3 meters, his bald head was bright, and the corners of his mouth had a sinister smile, and he kept saying dirty words:

"I'm going to crush your XX into powder and throw it down the dirtiest sewers; I'll also unscrew your head and stuff it into your XX, you..."

"Humph! Some things can be said, some things can't be said."

Yu Zhongming looked slightly angry, and with a flick of the long knife, the blood on the tip of the knife instantly dissipated, turning into rich blood and spreading on the ground.

With a tap on his feet, the long knife swept across, the light of the knife was dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing behind the bald giant.

Slowly return the knife to its sheath.

"what!!!!",

"It hurts!"

A huge scream echoed in the hall, and countless blood flew into the air like a fountain.

The iron pillar-like body of the bald man collapsed suddenly, his limbs disappeared, and only countless pieces of minced meat fell evenly on the ground. "It hurts!! You..." he cried out in pain.

"Yes, and this mouth.

Yu Zhongming sneered again and again, stepped on the big man's chest, pointed the tip of the knife at his mouth, and with a light stroke, the big man's mouth opened with a blood line until the tip of his ear.

"I can't have this tongue anymore."

A little bit of a long knife, and a piece of tongue fell on the blade.

"Hmm~!"

The big man's mouth was full of blood, his expression was hideous, and his body kept twisting in pain.

"Dirty stuff."

With a flick of the sword body, the blood and meat foam on the sword were stripped and sprinkled on the statue.

While Yu Zhongming was distracted by the big man, the female cultist clenched the anchor in her hand, her body gradually faded, and she was about to escape from the spiritual world.

A brisk female laughter suddenly sounded in her ears.

A female figure in Bai Wugou whose face could not be seen clearly gently pulled the corner of her clothes and embraced her in his arms.

The cold feeling like a long knife touching her back made her shudder, and she was covered in cold sweat.With his legs soft, he fell to the ground, and the gradually faded figure solidified again.

"Hello!"

A crisp young voice came from above.

The sharp point of the sword pressed against her panting chest, and with a light stroke, the clothes were cut open, revealing the fair skin inside.The tip of the sword penetrated slightly into the skin, and a drop of dark red blood slowly seeped out, flowing into the gully along the smooth and moist skin.

With a charming smile on the corner of her mouth, she looked up at the handsome young man who was a priest of Qingshui, deliberately showing off her beautiful figure.

Yu Zhongming pulled the corners of his mouth mockingly, and said with a smile, "I have a strong desire to survive. But sorry, I'm not interested in Auntie."

The tip of the sword penetrated a little further into the skin.