In the darkness, countless sharp knives passed through Matt's body. Although it could not be seen clearly in the darkness, judging from the appearance revealed in the shadow, it was indeed the case.

A strange-looking old man, leaning on a cane, walked to the door with great difficulty step by step, and took a look inside.

"The breath is cut off, so he must be dead."

"To fight against that lord, relying on just this reinforcement is not enough."

The old man didn't pay much attention, his eyes scanned around the room, and finally stopped on a word in the room, and he let out a light sigh.

"What's this."

Although the light is dim now, making it difficult to see the whole picture, the old man knows very well that the paintings on the tip of the iceberg all carry the aura of supreme world rules.

It was as if the avenue was ripped out of the world and placed in front of him.

The old man was a little confused, so he entered the room with a cane, stood in front of the scroll, raised his hand, and a faint light illuminated the painting on the wall.

This is an authentic relic left by Qin Yichen, a stepping stone specially drawn to attract the attention of the powerful in the city.

Now that the old man showed up, he could see something extraordinary at a glance.

After looking at it for a long time, the old man shook his head helplessly.

"It's a pity. This thing is enough for people to enter the knight level, but it is even more difficult to go further."

Qin Yichen is not a kind-hearted person who would be kind enough to share his secrets of practice. His insights in this painting are only enough to enter the knight level.

As for more things, the old man didn't see anything, but he just felt that there seemed to be more strokes left in the painting.

"Why don't you take it back and show it to the master? Maybe there will be other discoveries."

With this thought in mind, the old man reached out his hand to take down the painting.

But his movement stopped at the moment when he stretched out his hand, but he couldn't score another point.

An invisible sense of oppression came from behind, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top. The huge pressure made the old man's breathing stop. It seemed that if he moved even a little bit more, he would die here.

Cold sweat gathered on his forehead.

The old man's heartbeat slowly accelerated, and this level of pressure was not much different from that of his master.

"who is it."

The old man finally squeezed out these words from his throat.

The moment he breathed, countless powers of faith turned into sharp blades and shot out of the air. The sound of sharp sword blades piercing the air was endless.

Not long after, the ground behind him was filled with sword blades.

They were densely packed without leaving any gaps, as if the ground was paved with cold sword blades.

After this move, according to common sense, no one can support it.

The old man felt that the huge pressure was relieved a bit, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could take a breath, the next moment, even greater pressure hit him. This time, it was so overwhelming that he couldn't even breathe.

The old man made a quick decision and put a thought into the storage ring. As fast as a stream of light, he flew out of the room and fled into the sky.

"I met a strong enemy, very strong! I need help!"

The old man let out a low roar, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly went dark.

The old body suddenly stopped, and after a muffled sound, the old man felt that his body was completely grasped.

A wave of coldness spreads through the skin into the body.

The old man didn't wait to see his situation clearly and quickly looked up.

He saw the cold metal mask lowering its head, its scarlet eyes staring at him.

The moonlight flows through the frost, sprinkling a layer of clear light on the cold mask.

Cold and lifeless, the old man could not feel any life from this huge body.

This feeling is even more frightening than facing that adult.

Unknown things can always arouse the greatest panic and fear in people's hearts.

"You..." "Ahem!"

Before the old man could speak, Matt directly stretched out his arms, clamped the old man tightly in his arms, and slowly exerted force on his arms.

"Damn it, I'm bullied everywhere. If I catch you, a loser, today, I'll make you understand what despair means!"

Today, Matt can be said to be full of resentment and has nowhere to vent his anger.

Both times, his luck "exploded". When things went wrong, he stopped talking about business and had to be rescued by the Lord of Light himself, which made him lose all face.

Then, facing an absolute powerhouse like Lu, Matt didn't even dare to show his anger and could only wait for Qin Yichen to take care of it.

Walking into the city all the way, before he had time to rest, the old man suddenly came out. How could Matt bear this?

After all, he is also the chief knight under Ares, the God of War! Now he is also the captain of the Guards of the Temple of the Lord of Light, and his strength has made great progress.

After such an improvement, he was no longer able to bully his opponents like he used to do in the past. Instead, he was bullied everywhere, and he was even attacked by surprise today.

This made Matt's anger rise.

If it had been someone with the Templar level of the Twelve Lords, Matt wouldn't have such great resentment.

Let trash ride on your head?

Where should Matt put his face? Slowly exerting force on his arms, the old man struggled as hard as he could in Matt's arms.

His arms beat hard on Matt's body, but he could do nothing. He just struggled in vain, and even Matt's tightened arms did not move at all.

"you!"

"let me go!"

"cough!"

His chest suddenly shook, and the old man spurted a mouthful of blood on Matt's body.

The ribs have been broken.

The old man used his last breath to support Matt's strong shoulders and pushed his body backwards, trying to gain more space.

But no matter how hard he tried, everything was in vain.

As Matt tightened his arm coldly and ruthlessly, a stream of blood sprayed into the sky and fell on the old man who had lost his breath.

Matt let go of his hand, and the old man's body fell to the ground.

Cold and heartless, like a machine.

The moment Matt took care of the old man, several figures appeared in the next moment.

One of the beautiful figures came to the opposite side of Matt and stared at him.

"Who are you and why are you attacking us!"

Matt slowly raised his head, and a crisp sound of metal was heard. Matt stretched out his hand, and on his hand, the old man's warm blood was slipping from his fingertips.

Looking at the scene in front of him coldly, Matt's eyes turned to the woman in front of him.

"Why, you want to try it too?"

"You shouldn't be able to hold on for as long as the old man. Your breasts are too big."

"If it blows up, it will be beautiful."

How can a woman endure such humiliation?

He stared at Matt angrily, with anger clearly in his eyes.

"You bitch, if you dare to humiliate me, you are seeking death! Kill him!"

With a loud shout, everyone who arrived started attacking Matt.

But who is Matt?

The chief knight of the Temple of the God of War and now the captain of the Guards of the Temple of the Lord of Light, regardless of his own strength, his extremely hard body at the moment is enough to make these people drink a pot.

Not long after, among Matt's open arms were five people struggling. Matt's arms tightened mercilessly.

Wail, scream.
Chapter completed!