Chapter 564

"I have holy water, which is a good thing that can be obtained at great cost from the high-level tomorrow." Sylvester exaggerates the fact that every drop of the holy water of tomorrow can be sold at a good price in the world, but it is of no use to Tang Chuan, a monk from the East.

"Good name, but I'm not the son of God." Tang Chuan smiles and his sword is more fierce.

Sylvester is not good at bow and arrow. What he is good at is Cavalier spear and Knight Sword. However, at the moment, he blocks with Knight's sword, which is somewhat careless.

He was livid, thinking of something to move the little devil in front of him. He was definitely the son of the devil.

"I think you'll like this bow." It was a long time before he put his eyes on the big bow on his back.

Tang Chuan smile, this just let him on the body of the pressure please a little, let him can't help cursing, this Oriental young teacher, how to cultivate such a person.

"This is what we have in the East. If we don't know, I will never let him stay in the West." Tang Chuan's words made him extremely sad and indignant. He didn't have the courage to fight to death.

Too long comfortable life let the Knights of tomorrow have no courage, the courage to fight to death.

"You... What do you want?" Sylvester almost roared. With grief and anger, he suppressed Tang Chuan for a moment. Tang Chuan refused to fight for his life.

"Compared with the East, the west is really short of everything. Can you bring out the panacea?" Tang Chuan told the truth that in ancient times, many Oriental friars had already begun to pick local elixirs. After their own civilization developed, the miraculous drugs were no longer available. What's more, they only know how to abuse it, and they don't know how to cultivate the elixir.

"After thinking about it, it's too hard for you, but I don't know what price you can pay..." Tang Chuan said to himself, regretting that his sword was finally on his neck.

"Then..."

"wait"

hold the sword with one hand. The blade is not sharp, but it has a strange texture. He knew that as long as Tang Chuan was willing, he would go back to see the dear God the next second.

"I think I have enough for my life. After all, I am an aristocrat! " Sylvester was shivering all over his body for less than a second, but Tang Chuan caught him in his eyes.

Tang Chuan stopped.

"I should have the elixir in your mouth. In fact, this is the same thing as the big bow. It should be a space bag, but I can't open it." Sylvester takes a elixir and a small pocket from the space ring.

Perhaps the pocket is too delicate. Jiaojin is used as a rope. The cloth of the pocket is made of dozens of unknown animal skins, each of which occupies a small place.

If it is done intentionally, Tang Chuan can only say that the natural things are dispatched violently. None of the sewn animal skins are ordinary animals. The fur of white tiger can be seen by Tang Chuan.

"Is that what you get?" Tang Chuan slows down his breath and puts his eyes on the elixir.

"White lotus flower!"

Lotus is very common, white lotus has never been many, but a white lotus growing into a panacea, soup dishes have never heard of.

"This lotus contains a lot of magic energy. I've always wanted to find a good alchemist to make pills. Well, go east. " He was not willing to give things to Tang Chuan like this, but had nothing to do.

Spiritual power is similar to magic, but not the same. There are also sword cultivation, body training, skill training, and even those who become exorcists.

"I know you are not convinced. If you don't accept it, you can fight!"

Tang Chuan took over his "money to buy his life". When the sword shook, he left and returned.

Before he had time to look at the things in Xumi's bag, Tang Chuan only wanted to sigh. As expected, the great power had materials. He had to rely on them to make a fortune.

In the sky, the ghost dragon will do well. There are many God level masters in the light of tomorrow, but one by one they are dragged. The rest of the people either can't make up for the ghost dragon or catch up with them.

As for who is most distressed, I'm afraid it's not Sylvester. It was Christopher, head of the Knights Templars, who died one after another, no less tragic than the collapse of the Teutonic Order.

It doesn't take half an hour for the Templars to become a part of history, just like the Teutonic Knights. This - he can't stand it.

"Lord, the Knights Templars request a breakthrough!"

He gritted his teeth and said that the surrounding infantry had been surrounded. Even the Ghost Dragons were not willing to touch each other, they just wanted to kill the Templars quietly.

A knight is much more important than an infantry soldier, and its value is needless to say.

Not far from the battlefield, the three elders are still in the downwind, constantly entangled with the two winged angels, playing their own speed to the extreme.

"Hoo!"

There is a spirit of relief, the light is ultimately defeated by the elder, turned into smoke. While the black fog chased after the victory and poured into the bodies of living and dead souls. With a little star light on the earth, the real soul summoning array was revealed.A large number of undead resurrected and began to attack the Crusaders around them. Many former terror Knights also formed small teams to support each other and resist the attack of infantry.

"Damn it!"

The two winged angel roared, gave up the one handed sword, condensed a lightsaber with the holy light, and chopped it on the three elders.

The armor formed by the black fog lasted less than a second, broken... The metal bone persisted for less than two seconds, and it was also broken... Three long old bodies fell.

"Back!"

Although unwilling, the two winged angels still command, want to save the remaining strength.

He thought that there were almost no strong men among the dead. However, it was just World War I, when the Teutonic Knights were destroyed, when they attacked the city, most of the long-range troops died, and the Knights Templar suffered countless casualties.

If you want to attack the city of darkness this time, you can lose a lot. But the city of darkness still stands.

"I've seen a lot of people like you, but most of them are dead!"

Tang Chuan rode a ghost dragon and landed on the ground, one big and one small, one red and one black. His eyes were fixed on two winged angels.

"I remember you, man!" The two winged angel's voice was low, and he regretted his recklessness. If he grasped firmly and fought steadily, he suddenly woke up. The battle of the dark city started from the last victory of the light tomorrow. Maybe, the light tomorrow won't win.

For the first time, for no reason, he began to doubt the light of tomorrow.

"You don't have to remember me. Just stay here." Tang Chuan looked at him with a sarcastic look in his eyes, and then used a not tough word: "I will sacrifice the dead here with your blood, and the clean bones disturbed."

He flapped his wings and stabbed the sword with one hand. The light of the sword was like a rainbow.

The ghost dragon chased up. He didn't know that Tang Chuan didn't intend to leave two winged angels at the beginning. How could a man who was as strong as himself have no cards and die here easily?

"Listen to them, angels will be transformed into skeletons when they die. It's not like a dragon that died and turned into a bone dragon. Its strength is still the same. "

Tang Chuan listened to the wind, and said with a smile, looking at the ghost dragon breathing constantly, he wanted to leave the two winged angels.

"It's still too difficult," Tang Chuan said, shaking his head.

Tang Chuan's thinking has gradually become clear. What he can do now is to leave the two winged angels as far as possible, not only to harvest, but also to weaken the strength of Guangguang tomorrow.

He always felt that something too detached should not exist and there should not be so many classes. He can't change the secular world. It has been agreed for thousands of years. How about the life and death of billions of people in his hand...

the long halberd slowly draws out of the void and cuts out with a pure and incomparable murderous spirit. There is no fancy action and no amazing change.

In this moment, time is fragmented. Tangchuan's Euphorbia stabbed out and falls on the back of the two winged angels, easily breaking his defense and deepening.

"Kill!"

A low drink, time goes forward again, long halberd with a wing, after all, there is no two wing angel, he disappeared, just like the light from the sky, as sudden, and in reason.

"Master, he left."

The ghost dragon sniffed with such a big nose and came to such a conclusion.

"Let's go! It's time for me to leave

Looking at the light that began to dissipate not far away, the Crusaders and Knights Templars retreated in a panic. He did not have the idea of pursuing and killing. The ghost dragon saw that his master did not speak, but kept silent as much as possible, and flew to the dark city at a slow speed.

On the earth, an army composed of terror knights is particularly terrifying. They have no redundant actions and words. They just interpose and separate the Crusaders that have been kept in order during the retreat.

One of the first to win was probably Andre. He is a knight of terror, but also the undead. I don't know when he also mixed out of the city. At the moment, he is extremely powerful. No one can do the next move in front of him.

Even if he was a little worried, he was not in a hurry. He had a big knife in his hand. He easily killed several fairly strong infantry soldiers to inspire the spirits of the dead...

standing on the ghost dragon's back, he was only ten meters long, which was not too large. His black skin was charming because of its compactness.

There was no lack of high-level retreating Crusaders, and from time to time powerful Crusaders came forward. Andre is very disdainful of this. Sao Bao dismounts from his horse and stands firm. His Epee in his hand easily kills the enemy close to him.

"Kill!"

Some people roar and know that it is impossible to retreat if they don't kill the guy in front of them, especially those who are not weak and have high status in ordinary days.

On the battlefield, the death rate of officers is not low, especially against these single minded souls. Many times, they recognize the Knights and priests, and are determined to keep them. This is a tradition.

Tang Chuan doesn't know whether Andre is dead or alive in the end, which is the same for him. A terror Knight at the top of the metaphysical realm has his own mount under him, OK? This is the ghost dragon in the dark.Not to mention the strength, let's talk about the evolution of ghost dragon. If you want to evolve from bone dragon to ghost dragon, the difficulty is not as simple as the evolution from black knight to terror knight. ＜/p

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