The First Tyrant of Daxia

Those were a pair of eyes with a faint golden color, bright and lively, and extremely smart. Just looking at these eyes made people feel extremely holy and unable to have any evil thoughts.

At this moment, he stared at Qin Yun motionlessly.

Qin Yun raised his eyes and looked. It was a nun wearing a white nun's robe. The wide robe concealed her beautiful figure. The white hood and veil covered most of her face, and only a pair of holy and lively eyes could be seen.

Just as he was about to speak, Qin Yun remembered that he was pretending to be Nahum, and he would be exposed as soon as he spoke.

The nun in the white nun robe said calmly: "To press this mechanism, you need to use two light and one heavy techniques."

Qin Yun's eyes flashed, and he pressed the button as she said, half believing and half doubting.

When Qin Yun finished pressing the button, there was indeed an unusual noise coming from somewhere in the cathedral.

Qin Yun looked in the direction of the sound and saw a dark hole in the innermost dark corner of the cathedral.

"Why are you helping me?"

Qin Yun turned around and stared at the nun and asked.

The nun in white robe did not respond to his intention. She closed her eyes and continued to pray for her faith.

Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Qin Yun looked at her deeply, then turned around, picked up a candle, and walked towards the cave entrance.

After Qin Yun went down.

A nun in a gray robe couldn't help but ask, "Saint, why did you tell him the secret of the mechanism?"

She was afraid that once Delta knew that the people below had been rescued, it would incur Delta's anger and bring disaster upon them.

The white-robed nun, who was called the Saint, still had no intention of speaking, and just knelt in front of the statue of God and prayed.

Qin Yun grabbed the candle and entered the dark cell.

There was a dim firelight flickering in the dark cell below.

Qin Yun stepped down, creating a sound of water that was unusually clear in the narrow and dark cell.

"Nehum, you shouldn't have come down."

A deep and dull voice was heard, and from deep within the dark cell came the sound of splashing water, with ripples of water.

What followed was a huge black shadow that slowly walked out of the darkness.

He was over two meters tall, with a huge body and strong limbs. He walked slowly towards me carrying an iron rod as thick as an ordinary person's thigh on his shoulder. His tall figure exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Qin Yun felt a strong sense of oppression from him.

This is a strong one.

He was exactly Ezekiel, the fierce general under Delta that Nahum had mentioned.

"You're not Nahum."

As Ezekiel approached, he saw Qin Yun's face clearly.

It was a very obvious oriental face, completely different from Nahum's appearance.

Qin Yun took off Neham's clothes and said calmly: "I am indeed not Neham."

"Who are you?!" Ezekiel put down the huge iron rod on his shoulder. The moment he put it down, he felt the ground shook and water splashed everywhere.

Qin Yun did not answer his question, but asked: "Tell me, is Chen Qingzhi imprisoned in there?"

Ezekiel smiled coldly, like a ferocious demon: "So you are here to rescue the Daxia man inside. You are really not afraid of death!"

This sentence was a disguised acknowledgement that Chen Qianzhi was indeed imprisoned here.

Qin Yun heard this and his eyes turned cold: "As expected, you are imprisoned here, Ezekiel. I give you two choices, release Chen Qingzhi and surrender to me, or be killed by me."

Ezekiel grinned, the scar on his face looked extremely fierce: "I choose to kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ezekiel began to run in the dark cell, like a giant. He brought a gust of wind with him as he ran, and the huge iron stick in his hand made a creepy sound as it scratched on the ground.

In this narrow dungeon, the huge iron rod in Ezekiel's hand was enough to hit the surrounding areas, and the enemy could only fight him head-on. It can be said that he exerted his power perfectly.

A strong gust of wind whistled from above his head, and Qin Yun quickly dodged. The huge iron rod almost hit his body.

After Qin Yun dodged, he suddenly thrust his sword forward.

But this fierce sword did not cause any effective damage.

Ezekiel was wearing an iron plate!

It is difficult for ordinary people to even move a few steps, let alone run, when wearing an iron plate.

And Ezekiel seemed not to be affected at all, he was still carrying a huge iron rod!

This power is too strong!

"Feeling desperate, are you, Da Xiazi?"

Ezekiel laughed wildly, and immediately retracted the iron rod he had thrown out, sweeping it towards Qin Yun.

The strong gust of wind made Qin Yun's face change drastically, and he jumped over narrowly.

"No wonder Delta trusted you to stay in this dark cell. You really have some skills."

Qin Yun chuckled, "But your skills are too ordinary. You still have to look at Da Xia's martial arts in this regard."

"How about you surrender to me? I can let you learn Daxia's martial arts, which will definitely improve your combat power to several levels."

This Ezekiel's physical fitness is so strong that Qin Yun couldn't help but feel a desire to admire his talent.

"Hmph!" Ezekiel sneered disdainfully, "My skills are average? Before you brag about this, you better defeat me first! The weak Emperor of Daxia!"

After saying that, Ezekiel grabbed the huge iron rod and slammed towards Qin Yun fiercely.

Qin Yun took light steps and leapt onto the iron rod.

At the same time, Ezekiel's iron rod hit the wall hard, leaving a deep hole the size of a bowl.

"I beat you, didn't I?"

A hint of fighting spirit flashed in Qin Yun's eyes.

It was the first time that he encountered such a strong opponent, and the desire to fight surged in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yun pointed the long sword in his hand diagonally and rushed directly along the iron rod.

"ah!"

Ezekiel yelled, grabbed the iron rod in his hand and swung it out fiercely.

Qin Yun's feet seemed to be glued to it and he stood on it steadily.

"Get down here!"

Ezekiel roared, retracted the iron rod in his hand, and then punched Qin Yun.

Qin Yun took several steps back, not daring to let Ezekiel touch him.

Ezekiel gave a triumphant smile.

At this time, Qin Yun had retreated to the corner and could retire.

"Die for me, Emperor of Daxia!"

Ezekiel roared and swept the iron rod in his hand.

When there was no way to retreat, Qin Yun tapped the wall with his toes and his body flew forward immediately.

Qin Yun had a very good grasp of the timing. While dodging the sweeping iron stick, the long sword in his hand instantly stabbed towards Ezekiel, aiming at Ezekiel's throat.

Ezekiel was a little panicked at this time. The iron rod in his hand was swept out and could not be retracted. He could only abandon the iron rod and withdraw his hands to defend.

Qin Yun's sword went straight through Ezekiel's palm.