Urban Hidden Dragon

Chapter 2223 White Horse Knight

The horse's hooves as big as a bowl made a powerful sound when they stepped on the ground.

High-level ghost knights form a row.

The middle position is vacant.

A figure rode a tall horse wearing heavy armor and walked out from among the high-level ghost knights.

There is nothing human about the eyes under the iron helmet.

He holds a spear in his hand and carries a shield behind him.

The several high-level ghost knights on both sides of him were all holding weapons, either long swords, maces, or battle axes. The weapons were also diverse.

With the coming of Ghost Rider.

The temperature dropped a lot accordingly.

The people of the Holy Light Sect were all in chaos now.

There are very few precedents in history for the Ghost Rider to attack the headquarters of the Holy Light Religion.

It has been hundreds of years since the last time the Ghost Rider invaded the headquarters of the Holy Light.

Moore raised his arms and shouted.

"Everyone, keep your formation. Don't be afraid. No matter who brings disaster to us, they will be expelled by the great Holy Light. Everyone follow me to the Knights Temple to awaken the knights to fight against the Ghost Rider!"

What this grandson says is quite interesting.

It’s already this time, don’t forget to show off your strength to the Cricket King.

Moore turned his head and looked at Wang Han, "Wang Han, why are you still standing there? As the new generation of pope appointed by the old pope, shouldn't he lead everyone to resist the enemy?"

As soon as the words came out.

All the Ghost Riders and even the rushing Vampires have identified their targets.

The leader of the Ghost Riders slowly raised the spear in his hand and stabbed Wang Han through the air.

With his legs tucked under him, the tall horse took the lead and charged towards Wang Han.

All the Ghost Riders and Vampires behind him rushed towards Wang Han.

Moore pretended to run away in panic, shouting, "Protect Wang Han! Protect Wang Han! Even if he is the one who brings disaster! He is the Pope appointed by the old Pope! He must not die in the hands of the Ghost Rider!" You can only accept our judgment!"

He shouted this, but his feet were greased and he ran as fast as he could.

I saw the evil ghost knights and even the vampires coming towards the king one after another.

Moore almost laughed.

Wang Han was alone and weak, and Moore seemed to have seen the scene of Wang Han being ravaged to death.

Fang Chao stepped forward and stood in front of Wang Han.

Standing there like 2,580,000 people, roared at the charging Ghost Rider.

"Who dares to hurt my father!"

After speaking, he went straight to greet him.

I didn't expect a face-to-face meeting.

The landing Fang Chao was shot into the sky by the Ghost Rider who led the charge.

Fang Chao yelled hastily.

"Father, save me!"

Wang Han's expression darkened and he couldn't help but grimace.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come!

Chu Liu dodged and pulled out a series of afterimages and rushed towards the Ghost Rider who was leading the charge.

The two figures got closer in an instant, and Chu Liu suddenly dwarfed himself and used a sliding shovel to shovel towards the front hooves of the war horse.

The war horse staggered, and the Ghost Rider pointed the spear in his hand to the ground to hold on without causing anyone to fall over.

He turned his horse's head and headed towards Chu Liu to kill him.

Other Ghost Riders rushed towards Wang Han.

Wang Han raised his hand casually.

The power of faith blasted towards the Knights Temple.

The divine knights headed by Henry woke up and rushed over to challenge.

But even though there were many knights who woke up, they were full of repulsion towards this yellow-skinned Oriental under Moore's bewitchment and did not move.

Wang Han had expected this.

A ghost knight slashed at Wang Han with his sword.

Moore hid at the entrance of the Knights Temple not far away and watched from a distance.

When I saw the long sword slashing at Wang Han's head, I couldn't restrain my excitement.

Available in the next second.

Wang Han pulled out the great sword of the Holy Light Sect on his wrist. The soft great sword swayed casually. Injecting the power of Qi Body and Faith, the great sword suddenly hardened and emitted a brilliant light like the day.

A sword cut off the horse's leg. The moment the horse moved forward, Wang Han twisted his waist and slashed at the Ghost Rider's neck.

The big head flew into the sky.

Wang Han put his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly.

The horse that the old pope gave to Wang Han before was rushing towards this side wearing heavy armor.

Wang Han got on his horse.

He turned around and smiled at Moore from a distance.

Moore only felt a palpitating feeling running through his body, so much so that he couldn't even unzip his trouser pockets.

His face was pale and his legs were filled with lead, making it difficult to move.

Qiwan was extended to protect Wang Han's upper body, especially his heart.

Wang Han held a big sword and took the lead in charging towards the local camp.

The acting pope led the charge.

Morale was boosted for a while.

Moore shivered and stood at the door of the Knights Temple looking at this scene in disbelief.

This yellow-skinned Oriental is so terrifying.

The red-clothed leaders of the same faction as him now began to question whether they were on the wrong team.

Robert, who was wearing small glasses, looked at Wang Han from a distance and didn't know what he was thinking.

Wayne turned back and looked at Moore, "Moore, why do I feel...this plan is going to fail?"

Moore looked sinister and revealed a mysterious smile, "Impossible, just watch. The other party who dares to break into the headquarters of the Holy Light Religion must have been fully prepared! The finale has not yet appeared!"

Wang Han held a big sword and slashed left and right. The divine knight was equivalent to the Chaoyuan realm. Like the Chaoyuan realm, the divine knight covered landing and leaving the realm.

The Ghost Rider who fought against Chu Liu happened to be the Evil God Knight who was the equivalent of Departure.

Wang Han asked Fang Chaochu Liu and other god knights to besiege the high-level evil spirit god knights who were leaving the country, and he, with Fei Yi and the spirit general, pushed aside the other low-level evil spirit god knights.

There were not many people from the vampire clan this time. It could even be said that they were like a mixed army. Most of them were from the middle and lower classes. The strongest one only came with a second-generation prince. He didn't know what kind of plane he was working on.

Since Wang Han entered the eighth-turn Vajra realm, Wang Han has not yet seriously tested his combat effectiveness.

This was a hearty fight.

At first, the opponent was a little panicked when they came fiercely. Now, under the leadership of Wang Han, they resisted and then launched a fierce counterattack.

But with the counterattack, Wang Han gradually discovered something was wrong.

The other party wouldn't be so brainless as to break into the headquarters of the Holy Light Religion.

Something feels wrong.

It's time to think.

A violent murderous intention surged forward.

A feeling of palpitations came over me.

Wang Han only felt that his scalp was numb, his heart and liver were panicking, his anus was trembling, his basket was tight, his muscles were hard, his buttocks were stiff, his delicate body was trembling.

Turn around and block with your sword.

But there was a bang.

Wang Han's body flew backwards.

After landing, there was another roll.

The seated war horse was also hit by the huge impact and rolled over, making a painful neighing sound.

Wang Han turned his head and looked at his attacker.

The opponent was wearing a white armor.

He was fully armed from top to bottom.

His body is as tall and strong as a hill.

Holding a large bow.

A clergyman in the distance exclaimed, "Knight on the White Horse!"

Wang Han couldn't help but be stunned.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse include a knight on a white horse.

Wang Han had heard that some of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse had been released a long time ago.

Now it seems so.

Not only was he released.

They even attacked here.

Wang Han turned his head and looked at Moore.

Moore was stunned for a moment when he saw the knight on the white horse. Then his face turned red with excitement and his fists clenched tightly under his wide sleeves.

"Wang Han will definitely die now!"

Robert's face was pale and he looked at Moore as if he were an idiot.

"But if Wang Han dies, won't we die?"

Moore was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were blinded by hatred, and he was just thinking about killing Wang Han, but he didn't expect that there was a boomerang.

After thinking for a while, he made a decisive decision, "The worst possible outcome is to join them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the other red-clothed leaders changed dramatically, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Moore stared at Wang Han closely, "No matter what, Wang Han must die today! This hateful yellow-skinned orientalist! There is low-level blood flowing in his veins. He is not worthy of joining our Holy Light Cult in any case." The Pope!"

The knight on the white horse looked at Wang Han from a distance.

The eyes under the white helmet were a little surprised.

It seems that he did not expect that the Holy Light Religion would choose an Easterner to be the pope.

The long bow in his hand was slowly raised.

The fingers twist the bow string, and as the bow string is pulled open, countless negative energy is gathered between the opponent's fingers and turned into a long arrow.

The arrow was aimed directly at Wang Han's heart.

The knight on the white horse murmured softly.

More like a statement than a curse.

“Hell’s bells are ringing!

The devil in human skin enjoys a human feast.

The hungry lamb brings himself to the table.

The bloody chalice is filled with the plasma of goodness.

The sword of justice cuts off the head of the benevolent.

Lies build a magnificent palace.

Hypocrisy glorifies distorted history.

The narrow gate was destroyed.

Hell opens its gates.