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Chapter 108 The Number One Villain

Keerdis waited for the elf to turn around and saw a person walking on the water.

The ripples are rippling, and the steps are steady.

Wearing dragon pattern armor, with a bronze face, holding a handleless holy sword.

He came quietly, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and there was no sound, even the years were quiet in his footsteps.

The salty sea breeze became a cloak floating behind him.

The dumb birds and the endless blue sky became his background.

The vicissitudes and weight, with his arrival, the epic legends of the past emerged in front of Keerdis.

He is history.

Keerdis looked at this person with blurred eyes, as if she had returned to that morning ten years ago.

In front of the Qianxue River and under the Fort of St. An'an, thousands of troops and horses came to pay homage to each person with a single word.

"Isn't he a god? How did he become a Templar again? Who the hell is he?" Keerdis murmured.

Sikong looked at the silver frost dragon flying in the air, his eyes were indifferent, the knight suit on his body was ordinary and unadorned, no power of the temple leaked out, everything was subdued and settled in the depths, waiting for the moment of shock.

Looking closely at the holy sword in Sikong's hand, there are small swords that look like ice crystals, pieced together and inlaid to form this handleless holy sword.

Small swords, exactly one hundred and eight pieces.

Coincidentally, the dragon pattern armor and bronze mask on Sikong's body are also composed of one hundred and eight tiny knight suits.

The nine true gods created angels, one hundred and eight each.

There are also human warriors who abandon useless feelings, pass the grass trial, put on knight suits, and become Templars and guardian angels.

Exactly, one hundred and eight Templar suits.

Now, all of them have been collected by Sikong.

Sikong didn't say a word, and he drew out his sword, and the power of the temple flowed on the holy sword.

When the sword comes out, the holy power of hundreds of feet is like a horse, like a crescent moon coming out of osmanthus, directly tearing through the heavy waves, and slashing towards the silver frost dragon.

Then, a scene that horrified all the contestants present happened. The dragon's breath, the flickering divine light, and the monstrous divine luck of the silver frost dragon, seemed to be pierced by the holy power, like nothingness.

As the holy power fell, a scar with a deep visible bone climbed up the wing of the silver frost giant dragon, almost cutting it off by the root, leaving only layers of thin skin connected.

The miserable roar of the Silver Frost Dragon shattered Yun Lan and spread throughout the Middle-earth world with its divine power, moving everyone.

Many figures set off to the Lost Ocean, and many of them had divine lights piercing the sky.

And in the timeline corresponding to Middle-earth, in reality.

The administrative star of 'Manbang Starfield', Manbang Key Middle School, a practice room with bright and clean windows covering an area of ​​nearly ten miles
For a box of [-] crape myrtle coins, the 'Jiulian Nerve Conduction Ointment' that can temporarily increase brain activity is slowly sublimating, filling the entire practice room.

From the mouth of the popular singer Li Jian, the limited-edition Shanshui style songs can reassure the soul and smooth the human body's blood hormones.

Through the interstellar super-transient channel, the radioactive firewood extracted from the "cosmic forest" thousands of light years away is hung on the wall of the practice room, radiating various special wave bands outward, which can slowly improve the quality of the human body and the integrity of the gene chain .

A special-grade teacher sat in the air, his eyes were like lightning, scanning the entire training room.

In this spacious training room, there are more than a dozen people sitting cross-legged sparsely, spread out for ten miles, each forming a radius.

Outside the window, more than 20 heads were stretched out, looking into the classroom, with a look of unwillingness and longing.

They are all participants who have 'dead' and withdrawn from the full-real scene hunting competition.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the special-grade teacher let out a light snort, and instantly appeared next to a student in the room.

This student's eyes were closed tightly, his breathing was heavy, his face was flushed abnormally, and his hands on his knees were bulging with veins.

A faint smell of blood lingered on the teacher's nostrils, his eyes were solemn, and as soon as he moved his mind, he saw the clothes on the student's back scratched with a 'stab'.

On the exposed scapula, there was a wound with deep visible bone and bleeding blood!
The super teacher's complexion changed drastically, the superstring furnace hummed, and when he pointed out his finger, starlight condensed.

Lightly tap the wound with a finger, and the student's injury immediately returned to normal without any abnormalities.

And just when the special-grade teacher was at ease, another wound directly slashed across the student's neck, and the plasma rushed to a height of more than ten meters like flying waves!

The super teacher took a tight breath, moved his fingers on the student's neck one after another, stitched up the wound, and then waved the starlight, covering the person directly.

A series of wounds suddenly appeared, and a little bit of starlight surged to heal the wounds, like a tug-of-war, the wounds and the starlight overlapped.

Even with the help of this special-grade teacher, the student's blushing face quickly turned pale, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were about to open.

The special grade teacher snorted angrily. His class was a well-known elite class in Manbang Key Middle School.

Every student in the class is a proud child of heaven.

And the person in front of him is one of the oldest academic gods, a seed-level person who is expected to enter the Imperial University.

How could there be any mistake!

"Hunting competition customer service, I want to complain! How can your real body be injured in this competition, which violates the regulations!"

The super teacher angrily called the organizer of the all-real scene hunting competition, and aggressively asked the customer service.

Casting a simulated phantom, a woman with a sweet appearance and a baby voice said with a smile: "After testing, the contestant's data is normal, and no abnormalities have been found."

"Then what are these wounds?!" The super teacher pointed to his favorite student with a livid face.

The eyes of the customer service remained the same, and the smile remained the same: "Because you have a third-level military achievement, the information you can get within your authority includes: the contestant has reached the limit of strength that can be achieved in this competition; Bao's energy damage has affected reality."

"The limit of strength?"

The super teacher was puzzled, suppressed his anger, and asked: "Since they have reached the limit of their strength, how can those real treasures that are only suitable for low-dimensional cultivators hurt him?!"

"Sorry, your question is beyond the scope of authority, and I have no comment."

The customer service girl had a sweet smile, her big eyes were shining, she quietly looked at the teacher in front of her.

The super teacher directly disconnected and paced around the students beside him with an anxious expression on his face.

"Yi Wu, you must have nothing to do..."

Middle-earth, lost in the ocean

Sikong held the holy sword, his blond hair fluttered with the sea breeze, and his face behind the mask was indifferent and cold.

And the Silver Frost Giant Dragon became a bloody reptile at this moment.

It was created by nature, and the dragon wings with magical magic patterns floated on the water, and were devoured greedily by demons, which made each demon mutated, and the demonic energy was overwhelming, and it evolved to a higher level of life.

The Silver Frost Dragon struggled on the surface of the water, and the dragon's blood flowed into the ocean like a big river. I don't know how many demons gathered on the edge of this pool of dragon's blood, wantonly enjoying it.

"No, no, this is unscientific! Where's my divine power? Where's my indestructible dragon body?"

The Silver Frost Dragon couldn't believe it. Looking at Sikong who was approaching step by step, he groaned weakly.

"I'll ask you one last time, will you hand over Qingqing?" Sikong put the sword on the silver frost giant dragon's neck and asked.

"Even if you kill me, I won't hand it over! I, Yi Wu, am an upright man, so I have no reason to make my own woman suffer!" The Silver Frost Dragon shouted.

"Ha ha……"

Sikong shook his head, and slowly raised the holy sword in his hand.

"stop!"

"How dare you! Now that the apocalypse is coming, the gods are our greatest reliance!"

"Let go of Dragon God, you have to consider for all of us!"

Suddenly, magicians come riding the sea wind, supporting friends one after another.

There are more ups and downs of divine light, looking at this scene, his face is cloudy and uncertain, and he is shocked.

It doesn't matter whether the silver frost dragon is dead or alive, after all, there is one less dragon god, and others will inherit his god's luck.

However, this force is not strong, but it is extremely strange. Where does the power that seems to break this illusory match come from?

Sikong raised his head, looked at the crowd who came, and smiled coldly.

For the sake of the world?

With a swing of Sikong's sword, the power of the temple shattered the ships halfway through. One by one, the elves fell into the water and were swallowed by the demons.

Sikong held the holy sword upside down with both hands, his eyes were dark.

The gate of the underworld is wide open, what about the attack of demons?
What about the end of the future?
I'm sorry, but the number one villain, the title of public enemy, I'm sitting down!

Sikong's expression became ruthless, and he stabbed down with the holy sword in his hand!
(End of this chapter)