Feeling excited, Han Jiulin stood up and walked a dozen steps forward. Under the puzzled eyes of Xing Tian and the others, he drew his sword out of its sheath and slashed forward.
"call!"
This sword seemed ordinary, but after it was slashed, a strange and harsh wind suddenly sounded within a radius of one mile.
However, the next moment, a tree about ten meters away from Han Jiulin broke.
Until the tree broke, I didn't see how it was cut off, not even a trace of the sword's light appeared.
And this is not the end yet.
After the tree directly opposite Han Jiulin collapsed, two more big trees on his left and right had their roots broken and fell to the ground.
"The wind can be violent, silent, strange and changeable."
Han Jiulin stood there holding a knife, frowning in deep thought.
"The sword intention of Ten Thousand Swords Bamboo Forest highlights the word 'disease', while the sword intention of Ogawa Kenhito highlights the word 'change'. If the two are combined..."
Han Jiulin murmured in his mouth and stabbed again.
The shocking sword intent suddenly appeared, and the next moment, Han Jiulin slashed out three black holes the size of the mouth of a bowl, each emitting a heart-stopping destructive power, and galloped away in three different directions.
Halfway through, the black hole actually compressed and turned into the shape of three black blades one meter long.
Wherever it passed, deep ravines were plowed into the ground, and trees flew over.
"It's interesting..."
The corners of Han Jiulin's mouth curved up, revealing a knowing smile.
Ye Zhaoling's eyes widened and he and Xing Tian looked at each other, surprised by Han Jiulin's progress.
Arhat's scalp was also a little numb. If Han Jiulin used this attack in today's battle, I wonder if the three people from the Holy See could withstand it?
Han Jiulin took out a cigarette and lit it, looked up at the extremely bright starry sky on this overseas island, and began to think deeply.
Nowadays, his strength is also top-notch among the strong men in the divine realm, but he doesn't know what otherworldly realm is there after the divine realm?
Southeast of Rondo Island, on a flat slope, MacMillan once again cast a spell of light on Karsus to heal his injuries.
After performing the magic, MacMillan weakly wiped the sweat from his head and said: "Let's stop here today. Those cunning guys from the Vampire Tribe will most likely go out at night. After all, they are most powerful at night.
When you are strong.
For the sake of safety, I cannot spend too much energy on healing your injuries."
Karsus was also well aware of the threat of the Vampires, so he nodded and said, "I understand."
At this time, his injuries have not fully recovered and he can only use 50% of his combat power.
The light magic used for treatment consumes energy. Even if a strong man like MacMillan, who is proficient in magic, helps him personally, it will take at least two days to restore him to 80-90%.
During this period, the three of them were unwilling to conflict with anyone and it was best to avoid fighting.
Karsus said with some self-blame: "Bishop, I'm sorry, if it wasn't for my help, maybe we would have gotten all the bracelets of Han Jiulin and others by now."
MacMillan smiled and patted Karsus on the shoulder and said: "Karsus, people always have to grow up slowly to become mature and stable.
What's more, you are the leader of the Holy See's Knights of Light, so you need to have the courage to fight.
Never blame yourself for your problems just because of a temporary failure.
As long as you are good at summarizing experience, it will be fine.
As for the bracelet, for us, it’s just two days early or two days late, so what does it matter?”
Temple sat alone, as if dozing off, silent. However, his slightly narrowed eyes flickered from time to time, as if he were alert.
Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head and looked to the west!
"I knew that these dirty bats would probably come tonight. It's simply overestimating one's ability."
Macmillan and Karsus also frowned and looked to the west.
Then, in the woods to the west, Edward, Plato, and Deborah walked slowly over, one in front and two behind.
Under the silver moonlight, they exuded an evil aura, with scarlet pupils, fangs exposed, and a fierce look.
Temple slowly stood up from the ground and said coldly: "Edward, instead of hiding like a mouse, you run in front of us. Are you looking for death?"
Edward sneered: "It's still unclear who will win. Don't you know that I am the prince of the blood clan, the supreme existence?"
"Supreme?
Do you, the dirty heretics, deserve to say that you are the supreme?"
Temple snorted coldly, raised his small wooden staff, and directly attacked the three Edwards!
The Holy See and the Vampire Clan are two incompatible forces, just like light and darkness!
Only by expulsion and annihilation can there be no such thing as symbiosis.
Three white thunderbolts as thick as a baby's arms galloped towards Edward and the others. Edward's lips curved into a contemptuous smile, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward and faced the three white thunderbolts headlong.
brush!
With a big move of his hand, hundreds of bats flew out in front of him, forming a long queue and overwhelmingly surrounding the three white thunderbolts.
Bang bang bang bang...
A series of dense explosions sounded, and most of the bats were instantly wiped out, turning into clouds of black mist.
However, the White Thunder was also drained of energy and dissipated completely.
Temple's face darkened, he never expected that Edward's strength was much higher than he expected!
"Tsk!"
From his small wooden staff, another white thunderbolt as thick as an arm shot straight at Edward!
Originally, he was thinking of knocking down all three Edwards at once, but now he knew that Edward was very powerful, so he concentrated his attack power in one place and planned to deal with Edward with all his strength first.
Edward sneered in mid-air, and with a bang, he turned into tens of thousands of bats, flying in all directions and rushing towards Temple from all directions, covering the sky and the moon.
The white thunderbolt, as thick as an arm, lost its target. Although it killed dozens of bats in an instant, to these tens of thousands of bats, it was like a drop in the bucket and could be completely ignored.
In an instant, tens of thousands of bats swarmed over the heads of Temple and the other three, enveloping them like a dense web!
A trace of solemnity flashed across Temple's face, and the small wooden staff erupted into hundreds of thin, silky white thunderbolts, shooting at the bats.