It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

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.

The Unclean smells deadly, a familiar deadly threat!

He is also from the Ming Dynasty; similar gestures; and this fatal feeling...

picture!so similar!

The pastor's blue eyes protruded bloodshot, and the lines were extremely eye-catching. He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins under his skin bulged.

Sword energy slapped his face like a tide, like a loud slap.

Five years ago, he was in charge of a mission in the Ming Kingdom, and that time, he lost half his life.

Bai Yujing's Xian family chased him and had nowhere to escape, and he had been lurking in the underground waterway for a month.

On the land of the Ming Kingdom, he fled in a panic, but no matter where he went, there was no peace, like a dog that lost its home.

In the end, it was a white-haired fairy woman who almost killed him. The ups and downs like sea tides, and the treacherous and elusive sword energy like clouds made him unforgettable all his life.

The other party chased him until he crossed the border.

The two sides were separated by the national border, just 30 meters away, the cold and chilling gaze and the sneer turning away deeply hurt his self-esteem.

The sense of shame and pain made him immediately give up all his restraint.

The status of the Theocracy is no longer important. He wants power, so he will not hesitate to give up his life and throw himself into the embrace of evil gods.

At this moment, the youth in front of him also became the source of this sense of shame and pain, and the memory of shame and the past roared for him to take revenge.

So the blue-eyed priest roared, "Ming people!"

He stared at the Ming countryman in front of him, even if he wasn't her, he would still grit his teeth with hatred.

He didn't want to dodge and escape anymore, he raised his hands, and the black tentacles pierced under the flesh. His arms collided suddenly, and the skin was covered, as if six arms were transformed at once, and they smashed the ground violently, towards Bai Wei. Roaring and rushing.

Bai Wei immediately withdrew the sword that was accumulating power, which was originally intended to bluff people. If he had the ability to wipe out mountains and seas with a single knife, he would have stood outside the church to accumulate power, and chopped down the church building together.

The two sides started hand-to-hand combat. The blue-eyed pastor and Bai Wei had the same idea. They were both professional trainers who had experienced the teaching country. Down below, even if he was hit by a slash, he would fly a distance of more than ten meters, but the opponent didn't give him a chance to breathe, and chased after him roaring, punching to the flesh, destroying the original intact garden.

He seemed to be deeply possessed, his expression was distorted, his appearance was like a terrifying beast, and black red blood dripped from his torn skin.

The Unclean growled.

"You are an ordinary ascetic, you have only meditated for a few years, and you have practiced swordsmanship for a few years, and I have received the blessing of the angel of power, and I am pregnant with a three-winged air cavalry commander. I have worked hard for 20 years. How can you beat me? , Drive me away and beat me like a bereaved dog!"

"You want to kill me! It's up to you! I am no longer the original me. I have received five blessings from the evil god in the past five years, and each time I have received extraordinary power and evolution!

In the past five years, I wish I could dig out your heart and lungs, eat your heart and liver raw, and sacrifice it to the evil god as a sacrifice, so as to help me go up to another level! "

He roared, facing Bai Wei, but not talking to Bai Wei, talking madly, intermittently, he stood still, and the strength of his whole body was still improving.

However, Bai Wei's condition was not very good, his true energy was exhausted, he suffered several heavy blows one after another, his lungs were shaken, his internal injury seemed to recur, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

With a face like gold paper, he moved his sore arm: "What are you talking about?"

The blue-eyed priest finished his raving, looked at Bai Wei, and grinned: "You are not her, you are indeed too far behind."

Bai Wei felt good about himself: "It's not too bad... She can kill you, so can I."

The unclean grinned: "I'll tear you apart right away, and step into the soil, what last words do you have?"

Bai Wei shook his head: "Don't you wonder why I wanted to kill you? I am a Ming countryman. In order to protect the lives of the people in Yingzhou, I came to the church to kill you, and even lost half of my life. Do you think my brain has gone into trouble? White left, more or less a serious illness like your mother?"

The pastor frowned, his expression changed slightly.

Bai Wei said lightly: "The time is up."

The Han knife left his hand and threw it casually.

He tore off a piece of his sleeve, and the runes engraved on his arm flickered one after another, and the bloody wound was like a scorching magma fire.

The blue-eyed priest looked into it, he knew it all too well, had seen it so many times before, it was used by the Inquisitors who terrified the heretics.

The most beloved magical miracle of the God Flame Inquisitors is also the extraordinary torture that drives the heretics out of their wits.

"You!" The pastor roared as if falling into an ice cellar, "How could you be!"

"Heretics!" Bai Wei declared with a solemn expression: "Should be punished...by fire!"

A siege of fire rose from the earth, and the flames turned into crosses, iron chains, and spears, locking him firmly.

Once a member of the holy religion, but betrayed the teachings, and turned into the evil god, became an inhuman thing, all kinds of sins added up, the sin is unforgivable.

Judgment magic used on him will have [-]% effect.

Bai Wei clasped his five fingers, his entire left hand was submerged in the flames, his face was as pale as paper.

The blue-eyed priest was judged by the flames, but it wasn't enough to burn him to death. Even when he was firmly locked up, he was still struggling.

Bai Wei caught the falling ring head knife, bent his burning left arm, clamped the Han knife, and wiped it hard, the blade was covered with raging flames.

Sprinting on the ground, stepping on the burning tomb of dead flowers, like a gust of wind, soaring up, causing a storm between heaven and earth.

Swing a knife and stab...

The unclean man felt the terrible catastrophe, and tried his best to raise his hands to resist the death calamity, but the flames and sharp blades pierced his hands, and the knife sank from the sky. He opened his mouth and let out a soundless roar. flame.

With a roar, the flames spread out in a ring shape, spreading to everything around, and even the church buildings were branded with a layer of black scorched marks, and the railings were even more crumbling.

Bai Wei held down the trembling handle of the knife and twisted it [-] degrees.

Ka... The figure was broken into two pieces of charred charcoal, lifeless and motionless.

Chapter 68 The Enemy of the Evil God

[Hostile Life Reaction Returns to Zero]

【Comprehensive level improvement】

[Accumulation of sword genre experience]

【You got a new job】

[God Flame Judge: Level 15]

【You have obtained the title—Evil God's Enemy...】

The evil god... the enemy?

Not an Enemy of the Cultists or a Solicitor?

Bai Wei carefully checked the description of this title.

[Proof of the person hated by the evil god]

"Emmm..." Bai Wei rubbed his chin, thought about it for a while, and said in his heart that he was ready to say, this is definitely not a good thing.

He had only killed a few cultists of the evil god, how could he be missed by the evil god?

It's just hitting your face with the power of gold, so why hold grudges like this?

It's just to spread the fire on those who rebel in their beliefs. As for holding grudges like this?

It's just smashing the signboards of your two branches, so why hold grudges?

I'm stingy, I'm so stingy... I think when the three saints of the Theocracy were abducted by red thoughts, the Pope didn't engrave the title of "Enemy of the Holy Cult" on my forehead. The meaning of the advanced wanted warrant.

You are too small, Cthulhu, your pattern is too small.

Bai Wei picked up a close-fitting leather bag from under the charred corpse on the ground, the size of a palm. This kind of animal skin is made of a special material that has not been burned by the flames. I don’t know what kind of animal skin it is. A diary that no serious person would ever keep.

In addition, there are a few cigarettes.

Bai Wei put other things into his pocket casually, and the fire was still burning in his left hand. The divine flame was so violent that it turned against him. He was not in a hurry, just waited for it to go out by itself, lit the cigarette with his finger, and took a deep breath. One bite, and...

"Ahem, cough, what is this strange smell, low-quality tobacco?" Bai Wei frowned, and then he found that his state was recovering miraculously, and when he raised his head, a green plus sign appeared above his head.

【Recovering...】

"Recovery item?" Bai Wei was surprised. The recovery item he used to use in the past was medicine. Those who have played games are used to treating blood medicine as medicine, such as the fruit orange of the undead, and the green drink bottle of Canglanxing. It is also the progress of the times to make cigarettes.

Smoking is harmful to health, but a cigarette afterwards is better than a living fairy.

He smoked and waited for the fire to die.

"Bai Wei!"

The voice came, it was a stupid fox.

She is trying to control the rhythm of the Heroic Spirit, and it seems to be successful.

Looking around at the tragic scene, Jinguji Saki couldn't help but ask, "You, how are you doing?"