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Chapter 85 Chopping Board Fish?

As soon as this statement came out, many people smiled strangely.

Sikong thought of it, so they naturally thought of it.

The eleven holy priests from the Moro True God camp walked out and looked at Sikong with a heartbroken expression.

"We are all servants of the true god, and you are the last holy priest of the true god of Moloch. For the sake of faith and divine light, why should we spare our humble lives. You, commit suicide."

Hearing this, Sikong smiled indulgently and unrestrainedly, holding a rusty sword tightly in his hand, and said: "Okay, you eleven are so great, let me see if you commit suicide first, and we will return to the true god together." embrace!"

"you!"

The eleven holy priests pointed at Sikong with anger in their eyes, as if they were still mourning why he didn't repent and failed the true god's expectations.

"Oh, let me do it..."

One person walked out slowly, holding a giant sword in both hands, his footsteps were as steady as a mountain, and the terror of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood gushed out.

In this Middle-earth world of knives and swords, magic and dragons, the sword is the weapon of kings.

He looked at Sikong, whose long white hair reached his shoulders, and said lonelyly: "I have no faith, and I am not a sacred priest. But I kill ten thousand people with one person and one sword, and build a castle!"

"Don't worry, I will let you choose to commit suicide!"

Sometimes, death is not terrible, and life is worse than death.

Huo Wu stood up abruptly, stood in front of Sikong, and confronted this man: "Douglas, he is my friend, if you want to touch him, you have to ask me if I agree!"

"you……"

The man spoke in a long voice, glanced at Huo Wu, shook his head and taunted: "You are not qualified, woman. Even the blessed Ai Yacheng can no longer hold on even if Angel sheds tears after being taken away."

"I have killed too many people, and now I only kill one person a day. This person is not you."

This man is wanton and arrogant, with white hair like a demon, and an aggressive aura.

And the movement here also attracted everyone's attention, even the silent man carrying the wooden sword raised his head slightly with deep eyes.

Invincible!

Sikong quickly estimated the difference in strength between the two. He is still seriously injured and should not move. Sikong rolled his eyes and suddenly said loudly——

"Everyone, well, as long as anyone helps me, I will give him my angel's last tear! How about it, I can also explain the function of this angel's last tear in detail, and I will also give you experience in using it, so that you can become a qualified in one day. Holy sacrifice!"

Everyone was stunned. A moment ago, Sikong was impassioned and brave, but now his face was full of flattery. His eyes were glancing at everyone, and they all wanted to bow their hands.

Never seen such a brazen person!
Even Huo Wu's face became extremely embarrassed. Suddenly, he recalled the misdeeds of Sikong when he was a prostitute. Two blushes appeared on his cheeks, recalling some unforgettable scenes.

Sikong doesn't care about others' contempt for him, leaving the green hills without worrying about no firewood, isn't it the tears of an angel, how can his own life matter!
'Wait for the young master to recover from his injuries, a mental storm will make you all finish playing! '

Sikong looked around at everyone present. He seemed extremely humble, but he remembered everyone's appearance in his heart.

Finally, the image was fixed on the numb and silent man.

But suddenly, a ridicule broke out from the crowd: "This person has been hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, crazy primitive? He also forwarded the angel's last tears, haha..."

This time, it was Sikong's turn to be stunned.

But Huo Wu whispered behind Sikong one after another——

"Although the gods are far away from the edge of the world, they perceive his believers at any time, especially your holy priests. Only the tears of the angels actively choose believers, and no one can forcibly transfer or enslave the tears of the angels, otherwise the gods will descend God's wrath."

Sikong heard the words, and thought about it carefully, it was indeed reasonable.

For every sacred sacrifice, the fate is related to the gods, and the gods can perceive the trajectory of the person's fate with a single thought.If the holy priest can be robbed of luck, forcibly occupy the tears of the angels, and become a holy priest, then the gods will definitely be alerted.

How could the true God allow those pagans and those who killed their priests to replace them and become the next generation of holy priests?

This is also the law that these contestants have discovered after ten years of painstaking efforts, most of which are summed up from the bones of those who are obsessed with interests.

"Douglas, do it quickly..."

Among the crowd, a man with a hooked nose and a face like a vulture laughed and shook his head, urging Douglas.

Douglas nodded and walked towards Sikong.

Quietly, everyone present regarded Sikong as a lamb to be slaughtered and a piece of fish on the chopping board, letting them choose what to do.

It's because they saw that Sikong's strength is only one-dimensional micro-string intermediate level.

There is not a single human life on the body.

"you dare!"

Huo Wu was originally a pungent character, after ten years of polishing, the pungentness condensed into magma, which settled in the bottom of her heart, but became more restrained.

The more restrained you are, the more shocking you will be when you explode!

She touched Manyao's waist, and a long whip, as red as blood, made of dragon skin, crackled like thunder at night, rolling over, even the mighty sound of the glacier was covered up.

She has never been fond of wielding swords, preferring this strong and soft whip. Goblins and craftsmen cannot cast long whips, so she simply used the skin shed by the fire dragon to weave this red dusk whip herself day after day. !
"drink!"

Huo Wu's whole body was full of energy, and she breathed out the method of nourishing Qi: Huangqi Wutong fully awakened her lungs. With her as the center, all the air in a radius of ten meters was absorbed, leaving a vacuum.

Her black hair fluttered, and her bright red robe and cold and stunning face set her off like a queen of flames.

When the Qi sank to the dantian, the Chimu Whip shot towards Douglas like a poisonous snake in an instant.

This competition with the background of Chinese civilization still follows the practice system of the imperial civilization, although it is difficult to improve the realm of cultivation due to the principle of mirror image.

But after ten years of hard work, Huo Wu, like many others, has pushed his martial arts to great heights, allowing him to fully unleash his potential and maximize his strength.

At the same time, with Huo Wu's attack, her profound luck surged out from her body, and finally merged into Chi Mu Whip's attack.

Let the speed of Chimu Whip suddenly increase several times!
It turns out that by plundering luck, you can not only gain the opponent's blessings with a small probability, but also increase your own strength!
It's like letting these one-dimensional contestants possess the robbery martial arts that only two-dimensional and above realms can generally practice in advance, so that they can feel the power and strength of the strong, and develop the heart of the strong, and calm down. Get rid of the fear and strangeness of the high realm!

It's not like those cultivating civilizations, who always keep silent about high realms, and teach their disciples earnestly, saying that they need to be down-to-earth when they say that they are so ambitious.

In fact, it's just a self-preservation!
Sikong looked at Huo Wu's back, his eyes changing, and there was a bit of struggle on his face.

'Ping! '

After the crisp sound of metal and stone intersecting, Douglas didn't move his feet, as steady as a mountain, with the two-handed giant sword across his shoulders.

And the Chimu Whip turned into an afterimage, which was skillfully pulled back by him. With a huge inertia, the air was scorched with wisps of green smoke, and it came straight towards the fire dance.

But at this moment, a figure from behind stood in front of Huo Wu.

(End of this chapter)