Bang!

I fell heavily on a guy's body, and the cold lightsaber in my hand fell to the ground not far away because I couldn't hold it.

Hearing the chaotic screams around me, I subconsciously jumped up suddenly, and from the eyes of a green-robed wizard opposite, I saw myself covered in black dust, full of countless strange runes, swimming like a small snake.

This look was really scary, but I knew it was because the curse imposed on me by the long sword in my hand when it stabbed into the strange eyeball.

Just as I looked at myself, four or five blades were put on my body.

If someone cuts it back, it is definitely not my style. At that moment, it is also a wind-like eye, causing everyone to fall. Then he suddenly rushed into the crowd, took the blade with his bare hands, and finally cut the blade quickly and accurately on the other party's throat.

Just as I was fighting with several close combat masters of the Baganda Witch Sect around me, someone leaned over to pick up the magic sword. As a result, a silver beam of fire spread out, burning him directly into a hot and hot flame.

After absorbing the dragon blood, the cold light sword was born with a dragon power, but when did such a silver fire beam appear? I was also a little confused.

The Baganda Witch Cult is located at the junction of Thailand and Angkor. It is rich in boxing masters and physical practitioners. It is simply regarded as the national treasure. However, unlike the routines in China, these people are completely trained in actual combat. The weak have long died in the fighting arena, and only the strong exist, so even if I have overwhelming power and momentum, I can't kill a few guys for a while.

I immediately threw the knife I snatched from my hand forward, reached out and summoned the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword.

The Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword heard my summoning and immediately buzzed. It spanned seven or eight meters in a row, knocking down four or five people in a row, and drilled into my palm.

With a sword in my hand, I felt like the whole world was in control.

Swish!

A sword was raised out of thin air, and the autumn water was still growing in the sky. Where the sword light passed, countless flesh and blood flew up. After I took a few or two swords, those close masters who were entangled with each other either cut me into half with a knife, or hid on the other side.

But just as I was killing all directions, I heard the sound of the trigger pulling not far away.

In the complex battlefield, I could actually hear it so clearly.

In my mind, I could even imagine the scene where the bullet burst out from the muzzle and shot towards me.

Concentrate fire, attack without distinction!

The group of people from the Baganda Witch Cult recovered from the temporary chaos. At first, they were a little hesitant, and then they saw that I was killing all over the place, and there were not many people around them. They immediately had no scruples. Someone commanded them and immediately rushed towards me, da, da, and bullets poured over like a storm.

Sometimes the manpower is exhausted, but I still can't compete with modern weapons head-on. I'm just a slippery step at the moment, avoiding the shooting range of these people and hiding behind a stone pillar.

The stone pillars behind me were crackling, and a terrifying shout came from not far away: "Oh my God, how could you follow me?"

I looked in the sound, but I saw Monk Zhifan looking at me in dismay not far away from me, with an incredible expression.

The enemy's fear is the greatest affirmation of me. I smiled coldly, "Those who offend me Maoshan will be punished even if they are far away - Zhifan, or Kangsangkan, do you think that if you escape to the ends of the world, or if you have a blood-handed mad dad, you can avoid the punishment of Maoshan?"

Monk Zhifan, surrounded by a group of Baganda wizards, finally felt a little relaxed when he saw these people around him, and took a deep breath and said, "You can't kill me, you can only die here!"

He didn't notice the wizards around him, all of whom were dead, and I continued, "It's a pity that the Hang Kong Temple raised you and taught you for so many years. Yu Qianba killed many of your fellow brothers. I didn't expect you to go with him and flee to Nanyang all the way..."

Monk Zhifan said disdainfully: "Bad! A bunch of old monks and old nuns, there are so many bad rules that I'd be dying. If my father hadn't repeatedly told me, I would have left that broken place long ago..."

He talked endlessly about his resentment towards the Hanging Temple, and the people next to him began to touch me.

The reason why I talk nonsense to the monk Zhifan was not intentionally communicating and questioning with him, but because those guys' bullets were pouring out, and the other party's firepower suppression was very professional, and they took turns to change magazines and never stopped. As soon as I emerged, I might be caught fire, so I delayed the time. When I saw the other party organizing the gunman to bypass the front and surround him from the side, I felt a little nervous.

However, there is no way out. Just as I was holding the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword tightly and preparing to fight for my life, I heard screams after screams coming from the group of gunmen. The scene was chaotic for a moment, and the rain of bullets shot towards me suddenly stopped.

Good opportunity!

I didn't think it was an enemy's trap with my back against the stone pillar, because I heard the familiar sound of my head shattering.

I don’t know if this evil taste that opens the enemy’s head is Qin Bo’s way of killing the enemy, or because of the revenge that Yaoyao, the illegitimate daughter, was murdered by the Baganda Witch Sect. However, I also confirmed something. Qin Bo, who was also under the blood pool just now, had already left the ghost place.

This is the best. Although there is not much responsibility to those two people, it is much more at ease to have two powerful helpers than to face hundreds of Baganda believers alone.

The moment the gunman stopped suddenly, I immediately rushed towards Monk Zhifan like a tiger coming out of the cage.

Shoot the man and shoot the horse first, and capture the thief first!

My aura was like a tiger, my speed was like a leopard, and I could only slap in the monk Zhiri. The guy was so scared that he pissed and ran away from behind. However, the gang of wizards surrounded him seemed extremely fierce, shouting "Baganda" and then pounced at me with all his might.

Both sides collided fiercely.

I thought my blood-drinking cold lightsaber could create a wave of blood in the crowd, but just under my peak sword, the yellow-skinned monkeys actually resisted my attack with the locust stick in their hands.

Although their power was crushed by me and stepped back, it blocked my sword.

This does not mean that among the wizards in this gang, there are those who can compete with me. In fact, these wizards have a far different physical strength than the melee players just now.

But why can they compete with me?

My doubts were quickly explained, for nothing else, but the locust wood stick in their hands - these short spell casting staffs seemed to live like a demon, filled with strange power. One or two might not be enough, but it was not difficult to get together to block me.

In other words, the one who fought with me was not these Baganda wizards, but the locust stick in their hands.

And in that locust wood stick, I could feel the power of the same root and origin as the big eyeball under the pool.

Home court.

This is the home court of the Baganda Witch Cult, and those eyes, who knows if the legendary Baganda Witch God's eyes fell from the sockets, I was shocked, but I didn't have the courage to go down to confirm whether the big eyeball was penetrated by me.

Seeing the monk Zhiri rolling and breaking into the depths of the cave, the cooked eggs flew away. This was not something I could accept, and my mind was also rotating rapidly.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

Someone leaned over to touch my Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword, but suddenly it was burned by a beam of black fire that emerged from it, turning into a human-shaped pillar of fire.

When did my Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword have such a means? Could it be that I absorbed something when I pierced the big eye just now?

Thinking of this, my mind immediately immersed in the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword.

I felt the power of dragon blood and a colorful aura in the sword body, spinning like Tai Chi, and there was an aura that looked like the eye of void next to it.

The colorful aura was the sword spirit consciousness melted from the souls of countless powerful people who died under my sword, and the breath behind it was born out of thin air.

It is also the source of the appearance of that beam of black fire.

And if I guess correctly, it should be the essence absorbed by the cold lightsaber of the Blood-Drinking Blood after I pierced the big eyeball. Although it was short, it had condensed such a large ball.

This breath is not harmonious with the Blood-Drinking Cold Lightsaber, but it does not prevent it from being used by me.

If you rely on others, you have to help others.

My energy was stimulated, and a black and white aura appeared on the sword body. When I fought again, all the short locust wood staff that had confronted me instantly turned into a ball of black fire. The aura inside was instantly absorbed by the Blood-Drinking Cold Light Sword, and the remaining residue turned myself and the owner of the locust wood staff into one human-shaped torch after another.

In the cave, it instantly became extremely bright.

This short light is at the cost of the disappearance of life. With the help of this force and aura of rebellion, I am now in a state of great power and destruction, and kill countless people in an instant. Anyone who dares to confront me will turn into fireworks after fireworks.

Monk Zhifan was on the run and ran hard.

Run, wise rice!

But there were fewer and fewer people around him. At the end, he grabbed his thick neck full of lips with one hand, grabbed him up, and pressed him viciously on the rock wall. Looking at his panicked eyes, I breathed a long sigh and said calmly: "Since you have provoked me, Maoshan, don't think about living a life--you still don't have such awareness?"
Chapter completed!