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Chapter 146 Blood Killing Wind vs. Holy Sword Jesse Ritter
"It's just you!" Carlette's eyes widened, and the situation in front of her seemed to agree with Beatrice's character: "You violent woman, it's no wonder people can see you."

"Why, isn't it just gentler? Don't I know how?" Beatrice suddenly said viciously: "As long as you don't tell me, how will he know that I am a violent woman?"

Carlette suddenly broke out in cold sweat: "Well, for your happiness, I won't say anything. But he is much younger than you!"

"That's true, I don't like boys younger than me." Beatrice said with some regret: "It would be great if he was older, why don't I use him to practice gentleness."

Carlette secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yiman wakes up faintly, the first thing that catches her eyes is a face as gorgeous as a peach blossom.He tried his best to put on a gentle smiling face, but it was difficult to hide the heroic spirit between his eyebrows, which seemed a little out of place.Looking at her attire, there is a silver cross embroidered on the leather armor, she is a member of the temple.With a two-meter-long giant sword slung across his back, he was startled.

"Why am I here, and who are you?" Iman tried hard to recall what happened just now.

"I saved you!" Beatrice tried to soften her tone, but it backfired and sounded very awkward.

"Oh! I remembered, it seemed like I was kicked away by something just now." Yiman suddenly said.

Beatrice's face became a little ugly, Carlette quickly interjected: "Yes, yes, there was a Devilsaur nearby and kicked you away, it was Beatrice who saved you and drove you away Devilsaur."

Beatrice took a hard look at Carlette with her beautiful eyes, and secretly raised her fist to show you that she wanted to show you a good look. Carlette shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands to express her innocence.

Yiman scratched his head, thinking, isn't Devilsaur a creature on the barbarian plain?How could it appear in the land of wild grass.Suddenly, memories flooded into my mind like a flood: "No, a tornado, a tornado is coming."

"What tornado?" Beatrice wondered.

"It's a tornado caused by a supernatural person, an old man with black wings, his wind is so strong that it can crush stones." Yiman said hastily.

Both Beatrice and Carlette's faces changed color. They had already seen a black tornado dozens of miles away. Although it was a bit scary, tornadoes in the grassland are common, so they didn't take it to heart.

Seeing the approaching tornado, Yiman shouted, "Run away."

"It's too late." Beatrice said calmly. The speed of the tornado was extremely fast. Pegasus went to find food on its own, and she was not by her side. Responsibility." Yiman looked at the slender figure, full of charm, as if she was a goddess of war.

Carlette saw the black tornado becoming more and more quiet and said: "Arouse the power of heaven and earth, this person is at least a ninth-level supernatural being."

Yiman said eagerly: "My teleportation technique can take two people away. Come to me quickly."

Neither of them was moved. Carlette patted Iman on the shoulder and said, "Without orders, the Knights Templar will not retreat."

"But!" Yiman didn't know what to say, since both of them looked determined, he also gritted his teeth and fought hard, anyway, teleporting back and forth, eventually he could not escape death.It can't launch ultra-long-distance teleportation. The farther the teleportation distance is, the longer the space channel will be. If there is another broken sky wind, there will be no mental power to activate the shadow of the void.With the Soul Blade, as long as he can find the real body of this little old man, it is not impossible.

The tornado stopped in front of the three of them, and a majestic voice sounded from the clouds: "People of the temple, get out of here quickly, and don't care about your business."

"Heretic, take your life." Beatrice shouted angrily, and slashed three times in the void with her sword in both hands. Three white lights tens of meters high cut towards the tornado, and the violent tornado immediately reduced a lot. Si's face was as pale as paper.

"If you dare to fight against this old man, then don't blame me for rushing flowers!" The tornado split a black whirlwind and surrounded the three of them. smaller.

At the moment of life and death, Carlette shouted loudly: "Beatrice, in fact, I have always liked you."

Beatrice forced a smile: "Aren't you afraid of me, a violent woman?"

"Don't be afraid, that's what I like about you." Carlette shouted.

"Why didn't you say it earlier." Beatrice said with a wry smile.

"I'm worried that you will refuse, are you so good?"

"If we don't die this time, I will accept you." Beatrice gritted her teeth.

The moment the shield broke, a light shield covered the three of them.

"It seems to be just right!" Daphne walked over with a bright jade staff and a smile. Behind him was a tall blond man, the holy sword Jesserite.

The raging tornado calmed down. Facing the representative of the younger generation of the temple, Jesse Ritter, who held the holy sword of Gabriel, the bloody wind had to be taken seriously.

"Holy Sword Jessica, I heard that after the incident at the end of the night, you practiced in seclusion. How did you appear in the Grassland?" A majestic voice sounded from Yun Duan.

Jess Ritter wanted to say a few words, but suddenly forgot the words, and got stuck for a while, and asked Daphne back, "What's the name of this heretic?"

"The Wind of Blood Killing, also known as the Black Angel." Daphne was used to the dullness of her companions.

"Blood Killing Wind, you are a heretic, so. So..." Jess Ritter really wanted to imitate his predecessors and say something majestic before killing the heresy, but his mind was empty and he couldn't make it up. Ci: "It doesn't matter, I'm going to kill you anyway, what can you do with me?"

Yiman was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the heir of the dignified holy sword would say the words of a street hooligan.But the two female and one male members of the Knights Templar around them looked like they should be, and they must have known it would be like this for a long time.

"Hahaha! This is the funniest joke this old man has ever heard." A burst of wild laughter came from above the clouds: "Jessileit, I heard that you are a rare genius in the temple. Reached the eighth level. But the old man is indeed a ninth-level supernatural being. The eighth level is against the ninth level. Do you think you have a chance? When the old man kills you, he will kill the black-haired boy behind you. Then the two female companions Feed it with medicine, throw it into the half-orc tribe, and guess what will happen?"

Jesse Ritter's blond hair rose without wind, and he turned a deaf ear to the provocation of the wind of blood killing. He has practiced divine arts to such an extent that he let the wind blow and the waves beat him, and I wandered in the garden.Not influenced by foreign objects at all.

An extremely bright light appeared on his right hand, as dazzling as the sun, and condensed into the shape of a sword. This is one of the famous artifacts of the temple, the Holy Sword of Gabriel.

"Actually, my divine art has broken through to the ninth level." Jess Ritter's voice was very flat, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the heart of Blood Killing Wind.

"Impossible, how can it be so easy to cultivate Dao with a ninth-level divine technique?" Blood Killing Wind categorically denied it.But he showed no mercy.The black tornado's rotation speed reached the limit, rushing towards Jesse Ritter.After all.A deep ravine immediately appeared on the ground.

"Holy, Soul, Guardian, Guardian" Jess Ritter read out every single word, and a huge golden figure appeared in the sky, almost as tall as the tornado above the clouds, holding a lightsaber, resisting the mighty force Black tornado.

Yiman raised his head and looked up, only to see that golden figure, like a holy angel descending, with golden light all over his body, slashing and chopping around the tornado.The black tornado became more and more tyrannical, black whirlwinds entangled the limbs of the golden body of the holy soul like snakes.

"This thing is thousands of meters high, is it still human?" Yiman not only cursed in his heart, but a sense of powerlessness and inferiority spread in his heart.

"These are all appearances." Carlette pointed out: "The real battle is the confrontation between the real body of Jess Ritter and the real body of Blood Killing Wind in the void. The power of the void."

Beatrice looked at him tenderly and nodded her head gently. In fact, she would nod whatever Carlette said.

"Hmph, things are not that simple." Daphne took over the topic with a smile on the side and said: "The duel between the strong usually focuses on the real body's confrontation, and the battle between the phantom bodies is often ignored. Neglected, but in many cases, the phantom can also determine the outcome of the battle."

Iman watched the battle of the holy soul of Jesse Ritter, and found that martial arts were mixed in, but the black tornado had no tricks at all.Yiman also faintly felt that the movement of the holy soul swinging the sword seemed to echo a certain rhythm.

"Idiot, that's the rhythm of the wind. The holy soul of Jesse Ritter is taking the bottom out, taking away the wind element controlled by the wind of blood killing bit by bit." Wenquxing Nina said in Iman's mind.

As the saying goes, abilities are chaos, but magic is order.The holy soul gradually brought the chaotic elements in the black tornado back into order.Sure enough, not long after, the giant sword of Holy Soul cut into the eye of the storm, and the black tornado dissipated all of a sudden.Stripes of black sky-shattering wind scattered in all directions, losing all power.

"It's about to end." Daphne said excitedly, the golden holy soul sword slashed into the air, the wind of blood killing rolled out from the void, black feathers scattered in the air, and a black feather on the back The black wings were hit hard.

Blood Killing Wind spat out a mouthful of blood, stabilized his figure in the air, and praised: "Okay, it really is a hero who is a boy, and the old man lost. The old man lost because there is no magic weapon like Gabriel's holy sword, but since I am the wind , if you want to leave, can you stop me?"

Jesserit held the holy sword in his hand, and his feet were empty. On his back, there were a pair of golden wings of light. After thinking for a while, he said, "If you go, I can't stop you."

"There will be a period later." Xueshafeng gave Yiman a hard look, as if the words were meant for him.

"If you want to leave, it's not that easy." There was a clap of thunder in the air: "The wind of blood killing, so bold and reckless, bullying me that there is no one in the grassland?" A small orc wearing a red sacrificial robe.It is the high priest of the fox family, holding a staff in his hand, and the gems inlaid on it are really dazzling.

Behind the priests of the fox tribe, there was a person Yiman knew, Bi Wugong, the great wizard of Great Mill City, still wearing the same red robe.

Xueshazhifeng's face remained unchanged, he sneered and said, "With just the two of you, can I keep this old man?"

The priest of the fox family pointed at the magic staff, and shouted: "The lock of the trapped dragon."Countless silver giant snakes rushed forward, and Xueshafeng's face changed drastically: "What, even such a magical weapon has been used."

The silver giant snake surrounded the wind of blood killing, making him unable to escape.Bi Wugong closed his eyes and recited a few incantations silently, the ground suddenly cracked, a flower stem tens of meters high stretched out, the flower buds on it unfolded, and swallowed the blood killing wind in one gulp.

"From the dust, and finally to the dust." Bi Wugong said, the flower bud bloomed quickly, and finally, the fruit burst open with a "bang", and a burst of green whispers floated to the earth, and after being ravaged by the black whirlwind, every inch of grass The land that was not left became green at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yiman looked at the sky, it was an eye-opener today, the confrontation between the ninth-level powerhouses was so earth-shattering, he was thinking about his own path in the future.

The road to the growth of supernatural beings is full of thorns and thorns.How many people can be like the holy sword Jesserit, who only need to bury their heads in cultivation and don't need to ask about world affairs.Yiman suddenly realized something, maybe this is why there are so many masters in the temple.

(End of this chapter)