Chapter 61

Luo Er suddenly appeared, startled the evil believers opposite one after another, and Qi Qi retreated several steps.

His appearance suddenly appeared, which was still a little scary.

The young man who had become a muscle freak snorted coldly and tried to welcome him, but he was stopped by the thin old man.

"Let's come first. Don't waste the gift of our Lord. He may hide an expert behind him."

The old man was afraid of the symbol on the ground, which represented "running for his life".

However, the black-and-white yin-yang face suddenly appeared, and there was no power fluctuation on him. He was an ordinary man at all. Most of the strong saints were hidden behind him, so he attracted a warning.

"Together! Kill him!"

The old man shouted and took out a bright snake dagger from his arms. A circle of dark green secret arts array was lit on his chest, and the runes on it were lit alternately and rotated slowly.

Other cult followers followed suit, took out daggers, sacrificed to the Dharma array, and surrounded rolle from multiple directions.

They sang something together in a low voice, and the low sound waves gathered together and poured into Rolle's unsuspecting ears.

Luo Er was slightly stunned, stopped and tilted his head.

The old man couldn't help but show a vicious smile on his face.

The mental pollution exerted by this group is close to the strength of the offspring of evil gods. For humans, the effect is far better than normal attacks. After all, the difficulty of mental protection is much higher than that of physical protection.

The weakest children of evil gods are dangerous 8, which is largely due to the overwhelming spiritual pollution.

Wail! Scream! Then... Die!

The old man roared in his heart and continued to whisper.

But after a little stunned for a while, Rolle looked around and asked inexplicably:

"What do you want to learn mosquito barking together? Is it boring me to death?"

The old man was stunned, and his face showed an expression of seeing a ghost. He couldn't even care about singing.

Invalid?

How is that possible?

But he immediately reacted and shouted:

"Stop singing. He has mental protection equipment. Stab him with a secret sword!"

After that, he took the snake shaped dagger in his hand and wiped it on the edge of the secret art border on his chest.

The whole dagger was immediately dyed dark green, with a little vicious light.

This is a special poison technique, which can poison both sides of the dagger.

Other evil believers did the same, and then rushed up one after another and poked the poisonous dagger in their hand at rolle.

Rolle still stood in place, did not move, adjusted his posture with his left hand, held the bottom of the scabbard, put his sword obliquely on his back, and the hilt was exposed from his right shoulder.

Then he took a step forward by holding the handle of the sword on his right shoulder, rotated his body clockwise, and drew the sword with his right hand.

Zheng!

With a crisp sound of the sharp sword coming out of the scabbard, the sword in Rolle's hand drew a perfect arc in the air and returned to the scabbard again.

Ding Ding

There was a series of crisp sounds around, the snake daggers in the hands of evil believers fell to the ground one after another, and the secret arts array in front of their chest was extinguished one by one.

They still stood where they were, motionless.

"This..."

The muscle freak looked down and touched the deep bone wound in front of his chest. The dark blood was pouring out.

He didn't see anything and didn't know how the injury came from. It was like suddenly appearing on himself.

He stretched out his arm, which was thicker than the waist of an adult male, and touched the high priest next to him.

The thin old man's neck slowly showed a bright red blood line, gushed a large stream of blood, and his body fell down with it.

It was like knocking down a domino, and other cultists fell down one by one.

One sword, all died, none escaped

Rolle looked at the muscle freak who was still standing, and his eyes narrowed slightly under the mask.

Not only did he not die, the terrible wound on his chest healed rapidly with the naked eye.

This made him frown slightly.

This sword, a little mistake

The height difference of the enemy is too big!

At this time, the muscle strange talent woke up like a dream, roared in his mouth, kicked hard under his feet, and his hill like body rushed at rolle like a shell, waving a large fist of a casserole and smashed at his face door.

Rolle quickly crossed the scabbard and resisted his opponent's punch.

Boom!

After a dull sound, his body fell back and retreated a long way. The whole basement was trembling slightly. The ground under his feet was ploughed out two deep gullies by the fist wind.

"Strength is OK..."

He moved his slightly sour arm a little, commented.

The muscle freak roared again and rushed like him again.

His fist directly penetrated ror's body and hit the wall behind him. The wall suddenly cracked a big hole, and the cracks quickly covered the whole wall.

Unfortunately, what he hit was only a remnant.

"The speed is too bad..."

Rolle didn't know when he had appeared behind him, and shook his head discontentedly.

"Even one's own family can sacrifice. That's all the power in exchange. Is it worth it?"

The muscle freak seemed to have lost his mind and didn't answer. Instead, he turned and rushed over for the third time.

Rolle's sword had been retracted to his waist again, and his right hand brushed it gently on the handle.

Sword lights flashed across the muscle man's body, and blood flowers exploded one after another on the meat mountain like body. The whole body seemed to have been hit by hundreds of swords in an instant.

His limbs were cut off and scattered to one side. He was only left with his upper body, but he was still alive. He was still struggling and roared angrily from his throat, like a dying beast.

"The vitality is still very tenacious, but on the whole, it is very general..."

"Do you want to take refuge in a slightly more powerful demon?"

Rolle continued to comment.

When he was in the village before, he heard the fat men mention that many people outside would sacrifice to demons and obtain all kinds of power. It was very evil and dangerous.

Today is the first time he has met this situation.

But in front of him, his vision is too poor, the devil he takes refuge in is too weak, or too stingy, and he gives too little power. In short, he is very delicious. He doesn't even need to use the profound meaning. He can be solved only by ordinary sword technique.

"I should have done it earlier. I'm sorry..."

Rohr whispered in a guilty voice.

This is an apology to the three poor sacrifices. He was hesitant and afraid and missed the opportunity to save people.

It will be so angry later, with the smell of incompetence and rage

"Not next time!"

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