The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1270 Battle of Fate (4)

Blood spilled in the sky! ! !
The long-standing grievances between the two sides made this fight extraordinarily bloody and brutal.

After tearing a leg, Bai Wuchang once again showed the creepy bloodthirsty nature of the underworld, without any kindness, he stepped on the throat of the red-robed bishop.

The red-robed bishop, who was still tormented by severe pain, did not make any resistance at all. His throat was directly cut off with a foot, and the bone stubble pierced his skin to expose his skin. He died suddenly on the spot.

Immediately, Bai Wuchang's eyes shifted.

"he's mine!"

Hei Wuchang let out a roar, his smirk widened, his eyes were ferocious, and the Death Scythe danced more violently, making his opponent miserable and retreating steadily.

"Go to your Allah!"

The storm-like offensive still exposed a flaw to the red-robed bishop, who was keenly captured by Heiwuchang, and the death scythe cut the air and wrapped it with a sharp and unparalleled murderous intent. Everyone was secretly shocked.

"Wow!"

Feeling the cold breath of death, the red-robed bishop trembled, and at the critical moment, he tried his best to dodge, his feet twisted, his waist twisted, but he was still half a beat slow, even though he avoided being chopped into two pieces In the end, the blade of the death sickle still touched his waist.

Blood and water swayed like mist.

The human body's skin can't resist against such a sharp weapon at all.

"Clicking..."

Holding the bloody waist, the red-robed bishop couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he staggered back and forth.

Even though he tried hard to cover the wound, but the wound was too deep and too long, no matter how hard he tried, the scarlet blood continued to overflow from his fingers, and soon stained his entire palm red.

With the flow of blood, his face gradually paled, and a deadly sense of dizziness hit him mercilessly, like a rising tide, getting stronger and stronger.

Are you going to die?

The moment they put on the red robe, they were instilled with the idea that they would dedicate their lives to Allah, even if they sacrificed their lives for this, they should be willing to sacrifice their lives. But when death was approaching, deep down in his heart, he was still out of control. There was an emotion that I had never felt before.

Could it be... is this fear?

But there is no time for him to taste the feeling before death.

A sharp and violent wind blew from the top of his head, and the red-robed man raised his head subconsciously. His bloody and cruel eyes became the last scene he saw in his life.

"Shh!"

The Death Scythe seemed to be indestructible, drawing a wild and full arc from the air, slashing across the top of the head, and directly piercing through the whole body of the red-robed bishop!
"boom!"

Unabated, the death scythe smashed into the ground fiercely, like a crack in the ground, and a huge crack came into being.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

After a short period of solidification, the scarlet blood shot out from the red-robed bishop's body, as if in slow motion, an imperceptible blood line appeared from the red-robed bishop's forehead, and then along the bridge of the eyebrows... all the way down.

"boom."

Under the trembling eyes of everyone, the red-robed bishop was split in two and fell to the ground, dead without a whole body.

"Head, what should I do?"

Carnegie's eyes trembled, and he couldn't help but speak.

At this moment, the situation has become very clear. The demise of the five red-robed bishops is already doomed, and it will be the right envoy's turn, and the right envoy may become the next Auschwitz.

Of course, the life and death of the temple must have nothing to do with their heavenly court, but the key point is that they are now damned as allies of the temple. Sometimes they won't even have the chance to fish in troubled waters. Even if they can retreat in the end, they will probably be swept out of the competition for the Dawn Blade.

Now, there is no time to procrastinate, two fists are no match for four legs, before the right envoy loses, they have to make a choice.

"Is Nokiev really so stupid?"

Adam's eyes flickered.

There is no doubt that the current situation is definitely not what he expected. The most ideal situation in his expectation is undoubtedly that the current situation between the temple and the underworld is reversed, and the underworld becomes the weak side. In this way, he can become the victorious ally , Sweep out the underworld and Skynet, enjoy the fruits of victory in the temple, and without the effort of a single soldier.

But unfortunately, the reality often runs counter to the ideal.

The collapse of the temple put him in a very difficult situation.

If you don't help, just like what Carnegie said, the temple will definitely be backlashed by them as prey for many years, and their heaven will also suffer.

But what if?

Just looking at Skynet, which is still watching the fire from the other side, Adam can't help but feel a headache.

If he made a move, he didn't even need to think that Skynet would definitely not remain silent.

When the time comes to fight, it will be difficult for a temple with only one right envoy left to give him much help, and it is very likely that he will face the situation of the two major forces of Skynet and the underworld alone in the heavenly court.

After weighing it, Adam slowly narrowed his eyes.

Seeing the Lord like this, Carnegie involuntarily became tense.

After following the Lord for many years, he thinks he has figured out the temper of the Lord. Whenever the Lord shows this appearance, it must be a decision.

Holding his breath, Carnegie was ready to fight.

As expected, after a while, Adam let out a breath, with a dignified expression, and he opened his mouth slowly.

"withdraw."

Just one word.

Carnegie, who was ready to go, was taken aback for a moment.

"The Heavenly Court seems to be preparing to retreat."

The speaker had a hoarse voice and a thin body. If Qin Yuyi were here, he might draw his sword angrily.

Wu Muku, a super master who was once ranked eighth in the celestial list.

In Miaojiang, an entire village was wiped out by inhumane means, and hundreds of villagers had no survivors except one villager. The vicious corpse poison almost made Fanghua, the most dazzling young woman of the young generation in Longguo, die prematurely.

Breaking Bad King Sente's eyes also moved to the opposite side.

There are indeed signs that Heavenly Court is about to move, but it is not moving forward, but backward.

It seems that the right envoy who is still fighting alone has been regarded as an abandoned child by them.

"Adam is a smart man, he knows how to survive, and he never put himself in danger. The defeat of the temple has been revealed, and it is not surprising that he chose to cut off the tail of the gecko to protect himself."

Sente looked at the opposite side with a flat expression.

"If you judge the situation and see the wind, you can live for a long time, but this kind of person is undoubtedly not pleasing."

Wu Muku didn't comment on Renhuang, but just asked, "Stop it?"

"Need not."

Sente turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

"It's still early for him to make this decision. This war... has just begun."

(End of this chapter)