People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 624: Holy Spear Penetrating the World
Boyantu narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the messages coming from all directions of the world.

He could sense that someone was hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to assassinate him.

But he couldn't detect the exact location, and he thought that anyone who could make him feel a sense of crisis would definitely not be easy to deal with.

His expression showed no joy or sadness, and he murmured softly: "The stinky monk is quite smart. Although the enemy chief is extraordinary, there is only one of him. None of the remaining practitioners from the west are easy to deal with."

Moreover, even if he eliminated all the enemies, in Yesen's eyes, it might not be as effective as the stinky monk eliminating an enemy chief.

In addition, the foreign general who seized the fortune of all dragons and possessed the dragon spirit, his flesh, blood, bones, and even his soul, were all excellent materials for refining weapons.

These old guys who came down from the snow-capped mountains have a petty air that can't be concealed no matter what they do.

"It's a pity. I don't think you can subdue the black dragon."

Boyantu's expression was calm, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. The dragon energy naturally had a restraining effect on magic, otherwise he would have captured the Ming emperor long ago.

It is ridiculous that Sangjie thinks he can restrain the dragon energy by possessing a magical weapon made of human bones made from the remains of Emperor Song.

As for the foreign general, although the dragon energy he possessed was weak, it was something that only the orthodox dynasty in the Central Plains could possess.

Shaman Bayantu did not take the initiative to attack, but just waited silently for the enemy to make the first move.

Bayan Temur was intimidated by his momentum and did not dare to urge the great shaman to fight for a while. After all, the task he received was only to stop this foreign cavalry. As long as the main force led by Tai Shi Yesen defeated the Ming army, everything would be a foregone conclusion.

The first to go into battle was Veneto.

Veneto's greatest characteristic is his thick skin and tough muscles. As long as he is not killed instantly, he will become more and more courageous as the battle goes on. It is most appropriate for him to test the opponent's level.

"What an evil creature."

Bayantu snorted coldly. He immediately saw Veneto's true form, which was a giant wolf demon. The clouds in the sky suddenly surged as if boiling.

"Thunder comes!"

A series of electric arcs began to crackle in the clouds.

It was not known whether Boyantu's white clothes were inflated by the wind or the magic power in his body. His eyes were clear, like the god of thunder high in the sky.

A thick bolt of lightning struck down, and Veneto felt a great sense of alarm in his heart, but the speed of the lightning was so fast that he didn't even have time to transform into his true werewolf form before he was struck by the lightning, and both he and his horse were turned into charcoal.

Hans was sweating coldly as he watched from behind.

If it were me, I would have been struck to death.

He and Veneto were both five-star level, but their levels were only level 70, which was the maximum level for five-star. Compared with Jeanna, Cerinina and other full-level Elite Two players, the difference was too huge. As the enemies the adults faced became stronger and stronger, he gradually felt that he was unable to cope with them.

Fortunately, Veneto had strong vitality, and his carbonized body was still rapidly growing new flesh and blood. However, he should have become braver with each battle, but he felt that his recovery ability was suppressed to an extremely low level by the thunder power that contained the evil-breaking power. In a short period of time, let alone fighting again, it was difficult for him to even get up.

Arcs of electricity were still flickering in the clouds.

Jeanne looked a little stern. She had thought that the dark-faced oriental priest stepping on an elephant was already a very difficult enemy, but she had never imagined that this shaman in white clothes was even more powerful than him.

boom!
Thunder and lightning struck again.

The lightning, which seemed to have extremely horrible consumption, actually struck down in two at the same time. One hit Veneto who was slowly recovering, and the other directly struck the shadow beside Veneto, creating a scarlet figure.

Kurth, who was planning to rescue Veneto, turned into countless blood-red bats and fled at high speed.

However, another bolt of lightning struck, turning into countless scattered arcs of electricity, sweeping away all the blood-colored bats.

Fringilla's expression turned cold, a pair of small fangs protruded from her lips, and her scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent: "This old thing, doesn't it consume any energy when it chops people?"

Kurs was the person closest to her besides Losa. If she hadn't known that the deaths here were just false deaths and didn't count, she would have been unable to suppress the murderous intent in her heart and would have wanted to rush out and fight the shaman to the death.

"Such a powerful spell, yet he used it so lightly"

Jeanna, who was in charge of the overall situation, frowned.

Prajna reminded: "Something is wrong. He seems to be in a state of... well, according to what we say, it is a state of harmony with heaven and earth."

"Hedao?"

Jeanne was thoughtful.

At this time.

Behind Boyantu, a girl in a blue windbreaker suddenly appeared. She wielded two blue swords, drawing out terrifying sword energy that seemed to be able to cut through space, and chopped down fiercely on his back.

This sword had been brewing for a long time, and the sword intent contained in it made every Tatar cavalryman who got a little closer feel their hair stand on end, as if their necks were about to be chopped off.

Boyantu didn't care and slammed the ground hard. The mud formed a barrier and perfectly blocked Cherinina's surprise attack.

The golden shackles of law fell from the sky.

Boyantu still responded immediately.

"The wind is calling!"

A heavy sense of oppression descended upon Lavinia. The originally shapeless wind condensed into a cage, wrapping Lavinia inside. In the cage, the storm was raging, rolling up the earth and rocks like sharp blades. An ordinary person would be minced into meat paste in an instant.

The judge could only try her best to hold up her thorn armor and resist with difficulty.

Before she became elite, her weakening decree had a good effect, but now that she was under attack, it naturally could not be maintained, and the weakening on Boyantu was eliminated.

"I understand!"

Jeanne suddenly spoke up.

She leaped up and landed in the open space where the two armies were facing each other like a cannonball.

The golden glow penetrated the clouds, and the dazzling golden-armored knight held high the golden beam of light falling from the sky. The shining sacred spear in her hand shone with golden light.

Instead of throwing the gun that was sure to hit the target, she raised it high in the air and stabbed it hard into the ground beneath her feet.

At this moment, it seemed as if some invisible shackles were cut off.

The hostility that seemed to be omnipresent between heaven and earth also disappeared.

Jeanna's eyes were golden, and the sacred golden flames turned into four wings behind her: "The world is ruthless, it's just that you borrowed some of the power by some means. As long as the connection between you is broken, what else will you have left?"

The shaman's eyes recovered from the white mist, and for the first time, his calm face showed anger. He was not a hermit who had no desires or ambitions. "The divine creature of the Western Land, are you from the Christian religion?"

"Old man, have you been distracted for too long?"

An illusory blood-red shadow appeared above the shaman's head.

The mighty power of the sea of ​​blood transformed into a huge crystalline sword with countless blood-colored debris lingering on the edge of the vampire girl with her huge bat wings spread out. It chopped down fiercely at the shaman's head. Before the sword arrived, blood flowed out of Shaman Bayantu's mouth and nose.

"How dare you, evil spirit!"

The eagle crest on Bayantu's head immediately flapped its wings and flew up, transforming into an unimaginable giant eagle. It let out a sharp scream and crashed into the giant sword in Fulin's hand. The crystalline giant sword that could rob people of their blood and even their lifespan smashed into the giant eagle, causing a series of debris to appear.

This giant eagle is extremely masculine and strong, and actually possesses extremely powerful power to destroy evil!
A loud eagle cry was heard.

The condor's sharp beak, like a steel spear, pecked at Fulin like lightning. A scornful smile flashed across her face: "Old Biden, come with me to the sea of ​​blood."

(End of this chapter)