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"Then I still thank you!" Jinguji really wanted to give him a stick, knock him out, and run away.

"You're welcome!" Bai Wei took two steps back: "Their patience is running out, so be careful."

"I, I, I..." Jinguji Saki suddenly said weakly and helplessly, "Can I run?"

There are so many people, I am afraid.

"The soldier line is here, where are you going? Are you going to the wild area to pick Ganoderma lucidum?"

"Who knows what you say!" Jinguji stepped back.

"Look at this group of people standing like a background board and listening to the two of us talking about cross talk, they are motionless. Why do you think it is? How many nonsense were they talking, and that person kept smiling politely, although he looked like he wanted to eat people Constipated expression, but the footsteps moved forward two centimeters, what is this called?" Bai Wei stroked his chin and analyzed.

"What's it called?" Jinguji asked.

"Striking the grass to scare the snake." Bai Wei said: "They have arranged for people to block the back road in advance, and it is already a step too late to run."

Jinguji Saki looked back, and at some point the outer layer of the Holy Church had been covered with a shadow.

"Oh, Baga, I'm Baga!" She swears anxiously: "The believers of evil gods are also religious, this is an enchantment, it's over, it's over!"

The evil god believers who surrounded the two finally started to move, their eyes flickered, and they kept smiling kindly.

Even now that he can't run, it seems that he can only fight with his back.

Jinguji sniffled, put down unnecessary thoughts, the courage to break the boat was surging in her bones, and she couldn't stop cursing at Bai Wei: "If I die, I will definitely come to your house in the next life, and put your rice tank in the next life. Empty!"

Bai Wei laughed: "Your temperament is too lazy, how can you improve without giving some pressure?"

"I……"

"Okay, don't talk, be careful to bite your tongue." Bai Wei patted her on the back lightly: "You have been strengthened, go ahead."

"Huh?" Jinguji tensed her body instead, the sudden physical contact made her shy and hot all over.

No, it's really hot!

A sakura-colored glow shot up into the sky, but was quickly overshadowed by mushy shadows.

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Opening the principle of heroic spirits, not to mention 50 people, even 500 people from a hundred people, they are all delivering food.

The dimensionality reduction strike of mystery never makes sense.

The torrent of memory engulfed Jinguji again, but as long as you don't resist, there will be no danger.

At most, there will be some symptoms of headache and brain fever. Even so, the principle of Heroic Spirits can still automatically trigger the search for enemies and clean up the weeds here.

Bringing her was the right choice, and it would inevitably take a lot of trouble if you wanted to do it yourself.

Bai Wei walked through the front hall of the church, bypassed the stone carvings, walked all the way forward from the side door, and walked to the open space behind the church.

Here is a garden full of bright white flowers.

In the outdoor environment, in winter, the temperature is low. It is not a greenhouse environment, but there are hundreds of flowers blooming. Although it is delicate and beautiful, it also looks weird.

In the garden, someone was cutting white flowers, holding a gardening field in his hand, looking like an ordinary gardener.

The man in a western-style robe raised his eyes. His eyes were blue, his skin was fair, and his curly chestnut hair was clearly not from this country.

"I thought it would take some time to find it. I didn't expect that someone would take the initiative to find it."

He said without surprise in his tone: "It's normal for a traitor to know about the stronghold. But... why are you alone?"

Bai Wei just remained silent, and then took a step to the side. After [-] seconds, a gap was suddenly opened in the grass on the ground, and a three-meter-long alienated limb shot out from the gap, which looked like a plant root and an ocean. The soft tissue of the creature penetrated the position where Bai Wei was standing before, and split in the empty space.

He took another three steps to the left, chi chi chi... three more stabbing sounds piercing through the air.

Bai Wei said in Chinese: "It's really a dog who can't change eating shit."

"Hehe..." The pastor with blue eyes smiled, "I don't understand Ming dialect."

"As a member of the Holy Cult, you actually converted to evil gods. Although both seem hopeless, the former is barely harmless, and the latter is simply nuclear pollution. If there is a trial court in Yingzhou, you should have been sent to prison by now. The stake is set." Bai Wei said lightly.

The blue-eyed pastor opened his arms: "The church taught me how to love the world, and the evil god taught me how to go further... Both of them have benefited me a lot. How can there be a difference between high and low beliefs?"

"Too greedy will die miserably, especially for a person like you who lacks faith."

"Do you have the right to say that about me, Ming people?"

"I'm not talking nonsense to you as a Ming person, but it's also... what nonsense I'm talking to apostates."

"You can't beat me, especially here." The blue-eyed pastor threw down the flower basket with a smile on his face: "But you came at the right time."

【OVENICE O VERSTEHEIM】

【Comprehensive Level: 47】

[Holy Cult Air Cavalry 17; Evil God Missionary 30]

[Alienation degree: 70%; HP: 100%]

【Title: The Unclean】

[Unclean people who lack belief and act only for power and power...]

[Warning: The danger level is extremely high! 】

[Warning: Life is precious! 】

[Warning: Calm down, restrain yourself, run away! 】

Rows of high-risk entries came out, and Bai Wei had seen them many times, but every time he saw them, he felt a strong sense of oppression.

How should I put it, it's like playing a game of the Black Soul series, passing through the Gate of White Mist, the background music is playing, solemn and solemn, the oppressive boss in the picture starts to move, and you think that you haven't saved for a long time Oh, and I took another look at the 30 souls on my body...

I can't help but start to hold the game controller tightly, sweating my hands. This kind of fear is difficult to eliminate. If you want to get rid of this deep-rooted sense of fear and oppression, the best way is only one... kill it once.

This treatment works for all monster phobias from Monster Hunt to Dark Souls.

Thinking of this, Bai Wei couldn't help laughing out, laughing easily.

"why are you laughing?"

The blue-eyed pastor showed displeasure on his face, and no one could continue to talk nonsense after he showed his true appearance, laughing like no one else.

This attitude of treating him as a dead person was too arrogant, and it reminded him of some bad memories.

But...he is another damned Ming countryman!

"I actually gave you many chances, but you didn't grasp it."

"A hundred times, you failed to kill me."

Bai Wei suppressed his smile.

"Now... it's my turn."

The unclean man sneered, thinking that he was an arrogant person, and said in a low voice: "Big words are not ashamed."

More than 70.00% of his body has been alienated, which means that he is already very different from the human race.

The pitch-black tentacles extending from the back waved, making a sharp piercing sound, like a steel knife and axe.

Bai Wei took a step forward, raised his right hand flat, and a cold light spread quickly on his palm. The Han knife fell into his palm, and the tentacles and limbs were chopped into pieces.

This knife is still a nameless knife, but there are some changes. Its ordinary appearance has become a little more vivid, the blade is smoother, and the end of the handle has become a steel tiger's head biting an iron ring... At the same time, it also becomes more handy!

The air blade was sharp, and the cold light chopped into pieces the steel-like alienated limbs.

Most of the believers of the evil gods are not officially experienced combat personnel, but they can still pose a huge threat. The reason is that the blessing of the evil gods will gradually alienate human beings into another creature, just like the followers of Cthulhu will become Like non-human dependents, evil gods will also pollute the consciousness, spirit and body of human beings to make them surpass the current life stage...

This may be a kind of deterioration, but in the eyes of the evil god believers, it is also a way to transcend the mundane. As long as the spirit, will and body are constantly paralyzed, they can also reach the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss in another sense.

I am no longer a human being!Why stick to the way of human existence!

hum-

Bai Wei continued to swing the saber, and he had already slashed it thirty times in just five steps, so he didn't dare to rush forward.

Human strength is exhausted, and every time the strength is exhausted, a long round of breathing must be carried out.

If it is done in one go, if it is not done in one go, then there is a high probability that it will become a dead person.

Bai Wei swung his saber, and the lingering light of the saber was entwined with a seven-foot-long sword aura, making him look like he was waving a sharp spear.

The light of the knife cut through the white flower bushes on both sides.

The blue-eyed priest straightened his back and frowned in surprise. Such a pure use of sword energy was already in the realm of a swordsman, which surprised him a little.

When did the quality of heroes of the Ming Dynasty become so high?

But after all, he is a warrior, and he can't compare with the fairy family in the sky!

The blue-eyed priest raised his hand and cut his palm, spilling a handful of blood. The blood wetted the white flowers, and the harmless plants rose from the ground in an instant, like skeleton soldiers crawling out of the ground to guard the undead monarch, and the petals were dyed. Bright red, more than 20 piranhas filled the road in an instant, Bai Wei was surrounded, the ground was torn apart by their layers of rhizomes, the force was lifted from the ground, and he couldn't stand firmly, how to deal with it?

Although the blue-eyed priest looked polite, he was already over 50 years old and was very good at fighting, which was fundamentally different from ordinary fanatics.

He didn't believe that Bai Wei had the ability to threaten his life, and he didn't think he would die here.

However, the next moment, the soldiers around him were torn apart in an instant, as if there was a flash of lightning.

Profound meaning, purple lightning flashed.

The set of demons dancing wildly lasted less than ten seconds, and the desperate scene was torn apart, like a kid who didn't understand the scenery took out the scissors and pulled it hard.

Bai Wei slashed across the sky, cut through the alienated plants, and also shortened the distance one step at a time, less than the last five steps away from the blue-eyed priest.

Raise the saber again, the majestic aura of the saber rises majesticly, like a tidal wave hitting the bank of a river!

The pupils of the blue-eyed priest shrank violently, and before he realized that he had underestimated his opponent, he felt a burst of shame.

Yingzhou swordsman swordsmen are all good at killing people. Their swords serve the shogunate and serve killing people, but they are not good at dealing with more extreme opponents.

Because killing people is too easy, but slaying demons is too difficult, so the rumors of swords and swords slaying demons are all rumored to be miraculous.

But in the land of the Ming Dynasty, the ancestor of soldiers was named Chi You.

Rangers with sabers and swords have walked on the land where immortals and demons coexist for thousands of years.

For the people of the Ming Dynasty, the ultimate romance of the sword is to flatten the mountains and seas, to destroy the evil spirits, and it is the fourteen states of frost and cold with one sword.

The same is sword energy and sword energy, the purpose of use of the two sides is completely different, and the thinking logic and development direction are also different.

Shan Baiwei's gesture of holding the Han knife contains the artistic conception of Jiang Chao's shooting, and the river rushes down thousands of miles in an instant, majestic and majestic.