A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Serenity Hassan seemed hesitant to speak from the moment she sat down on the table, and when she heard the words of Hundred Majestic Hassan, she finally said: "The reason why I was tortured by the Knights of the Round Table is because I know the secrets passed down by Hassan through the ages. "

"Quiet, you?" Baimao Hassan seemed to know this, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Maybe it's time." Quiet whispered, "In Hassan's holy place, in the original temple, the first generation of Hassan, who is extremely powerful, sleeps. If we can get his help, we will be sure to defeat the holy city. "

"The first generation of Hassan, Merlin told me." Bedwell said suddenly, "We can use him as a help in a critical moment."

Li Xiang looked happy, but the plot was still here. He said, "If that's the case, let's go and invite him out of the mountain."

But there was something wrong with the atmosphere in front of him.

All three Hassan are too heavy.

"Waking up the original Hassan means that the current Hassan must pay the price."

Baimao Hassan's words solved Li Xiang's doubts, "This is Hassan's rule, and no one can avoid it."

Chapter 71 Evening Bell

The rising sun has plated a layer of pale gold on this ancient temple.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the wind and clouds seem to be unable to reach it, and only golden ray-like alms fall down.

Hundred-faced Hassan quietly looked at the temple in front of him, his expression gradually condensed.

"Its name is Azrael, you can also call it the Temple of the Late Bell."

Li Xiang stood beside her.

Azrael, the legendary Angel of Death, more familiarly translated as Angel of Death.

Wang Hassan's Noble Phantasm, a sparse and ordinary sword.

Being wielded by Wang Hassan all his life, he was imbued with his faith.

Because he has been walking in the valley realm for a long time, his sword and his attacks will have instant death effects.

Hundred-faced Hassan checked his attire up and down, and when there was no problem, he looked at Cursed Wrist Hassan.

There was no fear in his eyes, but firmness, even if it was a journey to death.

This is the familiar look of Hassan.

Hassan has long been used to death, his eyes will not waver.

She stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the temple.

Nuoda's space is full of dark fog, and when the light reaches this place, it cannot penetrate, and can only wander outside the hall.

Because this is the place of death.

Li Xiang couldn't help shivering, the temperature seemed to plummet, and spring was coming to winter.

He looked back, and the light seemed to separate two worlds.

"What's wrong?" Baimao Hassan stopped and looked at him.

Li Xiang shook his head.

Hundred-faced Hassan looked back.

There was a serious lack of light in the hall, but the Hassans were used to the darkness and were unaffected.

She was at the forefront.

The surroundings were silent except for the sound of their footsteps.

Suddenly, a whistling sounded from the depths of the hall.

It's like something is galloping at high speed.

"It's a flying knife!" She stepped to the side subconsciously.

In the dim environment, a sliver of light seemed to flash like a star.

Li Xiang felt a series of tremors from the sword in his hand, but the unexpected force was not very large.

The flying knife was bounced off by his holy sword and disappeared.

He stared at the holy sword doubtfully, not understanding what this inexplicable attack was for.

Ellie grabbed his wrist sharply.

The bright golden light dispelled the surrounding darkness.

The three Hassan watched this scene with shock in their eyes.

"What's wrong?" Li Xiang couldn't help asking when he saw Aile's solemn expression through the light.

His wrists were covered with warmth and penetrated, as if there was a spring water flowing around his blood vessels, and his body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, which was extremely comfortable.

"You should be dead." It was Hassan who was talking, her eyes fell on Elle, and her tone was full of disbelief, "The first generation of Hassan's martial arts has reached the pinnacle, and his flying knife is touching Your instant, your soul is condemned to death."

Li Xiang opened his mouth wide.

"You survived because of your Servant." Hassan's voice was full of curiosity, "Your Servant is really not easy, and he is indeed the Master who saves the world."

Li Xiang came back to his senses and said, "Because my soul has long been predetermined."