This sudden scene was completely unstoppable to Wang Han.
I could see the wings between the hilt of the sword and the big sword spread out, lifelike.
The light source is exactly these wings.
The others raised their hands to block their eyes, turned their heads and looked at Wang Han, with their faces full of unknown truth.
Wang Han quickly took back his Qi body.
When the light returns to normal.
Wang Han saw Mur and sat directly on the ground with his mouth wide open.
In the distance, the old pope, who seemed to be old and weak, stepped directly to Wang Han and grabbed Wang Han's wrist.
He said excitedly, "What did you do just now?"
Before Wang Han could speak, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside.
The three paladins before rushed in desperate attempts.
When he saw the big sword in Wang Han's hand, he was stunned.
The three paladins jumped off their horses and made a clamor and walked quickly towards Wang Han.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but always Wang Han felt that there were eyes staring at him in the dark.
The others were curiously looking at the big sword in Wang Han's hand.
The big sword in Wang Han's hand is obviously much cooler than theirs.
Without infusing Qi body, the big sword in Wang Han's hand softened again.
It just naturally falls in the form of men's silent tears.
"Child, don't be nervous, what did you do just now?" The pope tried hard to suppress his excitement and asked again.
Wang Han raised his soft big sword and said, "and shook it."
"You do what you just did again!"
After a little thought, Wang Han injected Qi again.
A dazzling light came out from the great sword in his hand again.
It was like the purest light in the whole world that wanted to burn a hole in the darkness.
The light was really dazzling, and Wang Han took back his Qi body again.
The big sword also softened little by little.
It's like a noodle.
Wang Han could clearly hear the breathing of the paladins becoming more rapid.
"Can't you just play with this thing?" Wang Han picked this thing down and wanted to put it aside again.
The old pope quickly pressed Wang Han's wrist.
"No! Child, you can use it, but can you tell me how you use it?"
Wang Han also felt that there was nothing to hide, "Just inject the Qi body into it."
"Qi body? The mysterious power of your east?" asked the Pope.
Wang Han nodded, "You can understand this way."
The pope whispered his lips and murmured to himself, "Sure enough!!"
Wang Han didn't understand what this means.
"What's true?"
The pope stared at Wang Han with deep eyes and smiled at Wang Han, "Child, are you willing to join our Holy Light Cult?"
Wang Han was stunned for a moment. Did he see my talent and want to attract me?
"I am a eccentric person and have always been unrestrained. The Holy Light Cult is full of light and justice. I will not blaspheme the Holy Light Cult."
Wang Han politely declined.
The pope pinched Wang Han's wrist and smiled, "Do you know what this thing is on your wrist?"
Wang Han looked puzzled, "What's it?"
The Pope patted the wrist guard on Wang Han's wrist, "This thing is one of the holy tools of our Holy Light Cult! Anyone who can use it is a destined to be with our Holy Light Cult! Children, you want it
Don’t consider joining our Holy Light Church?”
Wang Han looked at the Pope in confusion, always feeling that this old guy who looked pure in his eyes must be not simple.
"No, my only belief is myself."
The Pope smiled and patted Wang Han's arm, "It's okay, you can..."
Before he could finish his words, a man hurriedly ran in outside the door, "Pope, the Red-Class of Wright has passed away."
The elderly pope's face changed.
Walk quickly outside.
Before leaving, he told Moore's Red-clothed Master, "Come and teach these children how to use the Holy Sword."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Wang Han wanted to go over and see how Moore made people from non-Sacred Light Cult use this thing, but unexpectedly the three paladins surrounded him.
"Three! What are you trying to do?"
The three paladins were wearing heavy armor and had armor on their heads. They could only see two holes on them, and they could see the gaze inside.
"Oriental! How could it be an Oriental?" One of the Paladins murmured.
The other two looked at Wang Han in confusion.
Wang Han was confused when he heard this, and he didn't know what was going on.
Looking at the great sword in my hand, there must be some other considerations for this thing, otherwise the old man who is as calm as the Pope would not lose his composure.
"Everyone, what do you mean by Oriental people?"
The three paladins turned their heads and walked outside without replying.
Wang Han looked at Muer. Muer was a little lost at this time and could not help but look at Wang Han, his eyes filled with expressions of unwilling to accept this fact.
"Master Muer, is there anything special about this thing?" Wang Han shook his soft sword.
"No! No!" Muer said sternly, no longer answering Wang Han's words.
Moore brought dozens of crazy people together.
Moore raised his hand, pinched the cross on his chest with one hand, and looked at the mad brothers with the other hand, not knowing what he was muttering in his mouth.
Wang Han could clearly feel that an indescribable aura came from Muer's hands.
This breath is very similar to the Qi body in the east, but it doesn't feel very similar.
An indescribable feeling.
Different regions give people different feelings.
It's different to be angry.
To give the simplest example, if you feel it carefully, the feeling in a church is different from the feeling in a Buddhist temple, a Taoist temple, or a small temple.
The auras of different cemeteries are also different.
Or you may have different auras when you enter different homes.
With Moore's blessing, the madman's brothers gradually became able to make the sword harder.
Moore glanced at Wang Han with a complicated expression and then left hurriedly.
Wang Han was a little confused.
It was obvious that Moore's expression when he looked at Wang Han was strange.
The expression was like the son he raised with great difficulty suddenly turned around and said that he was Wang Han's biological son, and he had to go to support Wang Han's old age.
The group walked outside.
Meet the Knight outside.
These knights of the Holy Light Sect are responsible for the main attack, while Wang Han and his brothers are responsible for the feint attack.
On the way to go.
The three paladins would turn their heads from time to time to look at Wang Han.
The eyes were exactly the same as Moore's.
This made Wang Han feel very strange.
Lei Xiaohua hugged Ryan and tried hard to suck her, "Big nose, what's the point of this sword for the boss? Why did the Pope lose his composure, the Paladins and the Red-clothed Master all have this expression?"
Ryan turned his head hesitantly to look at Wang Han, with envy in his eyes, and sighing with envy.
Lei Xiaohua grinded her teeth in a hurry, "You are talking, you are half as stool!"
Ryan looked at Wang Han quietly.
"Anyone who can use the Holy Sword is the one whom my Lord favors. They have two choices in the end, either to become a god knight or…"
"Or what? If you are so stubborn, I'll stab you!" Lei Xiaohua pretended to take off her pants and wanted to pass Ryan.