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Chapter 112 Battle!
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A sack fell into the puddle, splashing mud, and a childish groan came from the sack.

A child struggled to get out of the sack, his pointed ears, handsome face, and the unfit adult clothes covered him completely.

This is an elf, the last elf in Middle-earth.

It's just that the child looked at Sikong with resentment that didn't match his age, his little hands were tightly clenched, and his joints turned white.

Seeing this child, Sikong frowned: "You shouldn't have brought him here."

Indeed, these six people should not have brought the elf here.

In the vast sea of ​​​​people and the huge flood, this little elf was hiding on a safe stone pillar, and it was difficult for Sikong to find him. Naturally, he was unable to plunder the luck of the elf family.

After all, the game is coming to an end, and everyone's time is running out.

"No, this is his fate."

One person spoke and said: "Today's matter, there are only two outcomes."

The raindrops were like drums, and another person said in a low voice: "Either you die, and thirty drops of Christ's blood will be obtained by the six of us."

'Crack! '

The sword was unsheathed, and one person took off the bamboo hat on his head, leaving the bamboo hat still in the desolate grass. He looked at Sikong and said: "Either the six of us die, or you kill this kid again and seek to seize the luck of the elves and make up for yourself. Disrupt the last battle for us."

As soon as the words fell, six people joined forces and stepped through the puddle without saying a word.

But if you look closely at their faces, they are as old as old men with long hair. Occasionally, a ray of bright red plunders the skin, revealing evil spirits.

It's just very light, far less turbulent than Sikong's, and even gave birth to evil spirits, causing ghosts and creatures to reappear.

They each have a drop of the precious blood of Christ, but they didn't have the strength like the prince in purple back then, so they let evil spirits enter their bodies.

With a smile on the corner of Sikong's mouth, he looked at the six people with a look of appreciation slowly.

Everyone is a wolf-hearted person who doesn't care about the flood after death.

So today, there are indeed only two results.

'Zheng...'

Like strings plucked by silk and bamboo, I saw a sword light rubbing against the air waves, and the boundless murderous aura roared out, causing all the desolate grass in the eyes to bend, and concentrated around Sikong, sweeping into a whirlpool like a violent wind!

Sikong, who was at the center of the storm, was radiating outrageous energy from his entire body!
The power of the temple!

Sikong didn't hold back his hands, his face was full of solemnity, and he was extremely cautious when facing the six outstanding people who had received the precious blood of Christ in front of him.

In particular, there was a looming aura, hidden among the six people, like a big colorful cat patrolling the forest, casting a shadow of death on Sikong, but Sikong could not find the owner of this aura at all!

Such as knuckles in the throat.

He fishes in the Middle Earth, tempting those who live in the precious blood of Christ to come, using himself as the bait, seems to have the overall situation in his hands, but in fact he is frightened every step of the way, and puts death and future generations at risk!
The expression of the person who came at the head changed. The sword that was mined from the Jiushan Copper Mine and had been refined for three years by the dwarf master suddenly came out of his hand, rolled up in the air, was urged by the energy around Sikong, and shot into the whirlpool angrily. !
Under the backlog of the air waves and the impact of the mustard grass, the extremely thin sword body burst out a series of loud and clear sharp sounds, like thunder from the sky, mixed in the heavy rain, making this lonely tomb in the mountains and rivers, which was far away from the endless wars, seem to come back again The battle of killing gods six years ago!
Sikong's pupils shrank, and he drew his sword!

The holy sword was filled with milky white light, and it hit three inches of the blade of the sword. There was only a shattering sound that pierced the eardrum. The sword actually shattered in response, and the fragments shot out in all directions.

The six of them didn't retreat, instead they gritted their teeth and charged into the whirlpool of chaotic grass and waves, heading towards Sikong!

Masters compete for the first line, if they retreat, their momentum will leak, and they will definitely lose!
Sink your body, make a fist, the horse is like a bow.

A man swallows mountains and rivers, and his waist and horse are one, and he uses all his strength to activate the precious blood of Christ in his body, making the evil look on his face even stronger. If the eye shadow hangs under his eyes, he will look extremely evil.

Punch!

As soon as this fist is released, one hundred thousand luck is intertwined with it, which actually increases its strength by 36 times!
The heavy rain also evaporated, turning into a swirling smoke, covering the man's fist, rising straight into the sky, forming a wolf smoke, which became more and more dense as time went by.

Sikong held the sword at his waist, his foot was on the string, and his steps were up and down, making it difficult for people to see the reality clearly, and he suddenly appeared in front of this person.

Sikong's chest suddenly protruded, like a cliff hanging high, the outlines of the ribs were printed on the dragon pattern armor, which was actually clearly visible.Like a big river pouring backwards, the gurgling air waves were swallowed into his lungs.

The alveoli expanded to a large extent, and all the gullies were flattened, absorbing as much air waves as possible.

"Duh!"

As if he was shouting violently, Sikong's Tiger and Leopard Thunder sound came out with all its strength, causing the surrounding grass, gravel, and sand to turn into cannonballs and hit the six people.

And the person who threw the punch was the first to bear the brunt, as if there were millions of flies buzzing around in his head, beating gongs and drums, shaking his heavenly spirit cap to the point of exploding!

The other person's expression changed drastically, he took out a golden cup and threw it at Sikong's back, like a mountain, with tremendous force.

But Sikong's eyes were fierce, and he didn't hide or dodge. The sword light passed by, and a shallow scar as wide as a hair appeared on the neck of the person who punched.

The blood, from slow to rapid, finally spurted out, and the roots of the arteries were cut off neatly. The man clutched his neck, staggered back, his face was ashen, and he fell powerlessly, and never stood up again.

One of the six people has died!

'Crack! '

The golden cup hit Sikong's back, and the sound of bones breaking came from Sikong's body. Blood rolled in Sikong's throat, but he swallowed it in one gulp!
Sikong suddenly turned around, his blond hair was hanging down, his eyes were full of evil, and a snow plum petal was slowly spinning.

He walked through the rain, holding his sword, and walked alone!

Silent killing, without the slightest hustle and bustle of human words.

There are winds and waves, and the sky is not clear.

The crackling thunder is long-lasting and echoes all the time on this lonely grave in the mountains and rivers.

But in front of the solitary grave, Sikong inserted the holy sword into the chest of the man opposite, and a green and creepy silver needle actually pierced the dragon pattern armor and pierced into Sikong's lower abdomen.

Afterwards, the silver needle seemed to come alive, and actually burrowed into Sikong's body, Sikong's jaw clenched, his muscles tensed quickly, and the silver needle was stuck tightly.

This silver needle is indeed a real hidden treasure, indestructible, it will return when it sees blood, and it will never die!
the second!
Sikong's face was full of sternness, and he quickly pulled out the holy sword, but felt his back tighten, and the biting cold wind rolled inside his dragon-patterned armor like an icy loach.

Sikong's eyes opened angrily, as if they were burning with dazzling flames, holding the holy sword, he turned around and made a vertical slash.

'Ding dong...'

The imaginary sound of metal and stone did not appear. Sikong felt his jaw go numb, and the tough touch of the sword's rebound almost made him loosen his grip on the holy sword.

Then, a suction force like falling into a quagmire came, and Sikong saw a dark rough stone being held in his hand, tightly pulling the holy sword, and a huge magnetism came out, and that suction force came from it.

This person's face was overjoyed, and his eyes showed a happy look, and seeing the other three men express their murderous intentions, they chopped off the weapon in their hands to Sikong!

The six of them dared to come, so they were sure.

After all, even if Sikong falls down from the altar and loses his godly luck, but after all, he once ruled the wind and rain and led the entire Middle-earth world, so there must be something extraordinary.

Needless to say, the secret that Sikong can use the Templar suit has long been known, and it was dug out by those with ulterior motives.

Today, they are bound to win.

But Sikong suddenly raised his head and smiled coldly...

(End of this chapter)