Chapter 833

"Trouble? You're the one who bothered me first. You two can't see enough. Get your son out of here quickly. "

Qin Lang took a look at the two old bishops, but they were two two star elixirs, and their breath was very weak. Obviously, at the end of his death, if he continued to hide, he might live for another several decades, but as soon as he came out, he would be angry. Presumably, he did not encounter a sense of crisis of impending doom, and they would not come out.

"Oriental immortal, if you speak ill of gods again, we will not be polite."

How can Archbishop sikov tolerate Qin Lang's repeated and repeated insults against the son, and immediately exclaimed indignantly.

"Your cardinal has died under my command, and I'm not afraid of any more golden elixirs."

Qin Lang hummed and pushed his hands forward. The two huge palm prints went to the chest of the two archbishops.

"Not good!"

Sikov's face sank, and a silver Scepter was raised in his hand. Another Archbishop also raised his golden scepter.

Unfortunately, before they finished reading the mantra, they were hit hard at the same time. Qin Lang beat the two bodies like broken kites, which directly hit the church gate and smashed the old mahogany gate into pieces!

"My God, he beat both archbishops!"

"It's a slap, and it knocks down both archbishops!"

"My Lord, my God, what kind of devil is this man?"

One by one, the priests cried for their father and mother and ran like crazy. For fear of being seen by Qin Lang, his life disappeared completely.

Qin Lang stepped forward again.

As he passed the huge cross sculpture, a brilliant light flashed from the broken church door, and a knight in armor and a knight spear stepped out.

Behind him were twelve knights in silver armor, standing in two rows at the church entrance.

"What a bold sinner, how dare you collide with God? Why don't you kneel down quickly?"

The leading Knight pointed at Qin Lang and called out.

"Knights of the round table!"

"There are knights of the round table in our cathedral!"

"Aren't the Knights of the round table the guardians of Great Britain? How could it be here? "

Several clergymen were stunned and cried out.

"It was a hundred years ago that the son and the Holy Spirit captured 200000 imperial armies, including 12 Knights of the round table. These Knights of the round table were loyal to our Lord!"

Someone who knows history shouts in a hurry.

"My God, they are still alive!"

There was a cry of surprise.

The Knights of the round table are known as the most loyal knights. Even they have betrayed their motherland and become believers of God. What else can God do?

"It's just twelve souls who can't see light. In China, they have a general name -- ghosts!"

Qin Lang hehe smile: "kill you, a move is enough!"

The spirits of the twelve Knights of the round table formed the convoy of the cathedral, which was lined up in a row and filled with flame.

Countless priests were waiting in silence. Many of the believers who had been confident in the hidden power of the church had lost their momentum. They all looked at Qin Lang and Zi Tao fairy with fear.

These two men and women, who are obviously oriental faces, are so fierce. In their minds, the bishop and the Archbishop are so vulnerable, which completely subverts the memory and belief inherited for hundreds of years in people's hearts.

By this time, many priests in the cathedral were already worried about the twelve round table knights.

"Can they stop the devil?"

"My Lord, the devil is revived, the Lord has not yet come into the world, and the spokesman of the Lord has died. God, can you see this tragic scene?"

"Why should we be so punished when evil comes to our church?"

The priests silently lowered their heads and looked at the ground under their feet, looking forward to the salvation of God, hoping that the Knights of the round table could stop Qin Lang's step.

"Ha ha, you want to stop me? I'll let you all go today

Qin Lang raised his hand and a purple fire burst into flames.

Burning the sky fire specially burns the spirits. That is to say, the God level strong men who have the flesh body can not resist the burning of the sky fire, not to mention the twelve ghost knights who are not covered by the flesh.

"Knight, charge!"

The head of the round table knights raised their round spears and rushed to the purple fire in front of them. They thought they could put out the purple fire in front of them by wearing armor, but they didn't want their heavy boots to fall down and melt in the purple flame!

"Ah..."

The first knight with silver armor gave out a sharp scream, and his mental strength was condensed into reality in a moment, like a big net, which covered Qin Lang in all directions."Eh?"

Qin Lang was surprised: "there is still one left! Your spirit is very good

Yes, the twelve Knights of the round table, in addition to the head of the silver armor knight, were directly burned by the sky purple fire, and only the leading Knight of the round table was left.

The spirit of the knight at the head of the round table is extremely solid, and is about to surpass the realm of ghosts and gods.

"But even so? Give it to me

Qin Lang's divine consciousness condensed out a long sword, which instantly split a dense mental net around him.

"Can you catch this ghost?"

The purple pottery fairy suddenly opened her mouth.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Zitao fairy regretted that she and Qin Lang seemed to have met for the first time. How could she be so familiar with others for something?

"Do you want it?"

Qin Lang was stunned when he heard the purple pottery fairy's words. The sword in his hand deflected slightly and fell from the side of the knight with silver armor. He could barely brush the cloak of the knight with silver armor, and nearly split the knight alive with one sword.

"I, I have a sacred instrument, no spirit!"

The purple pottery fairy lowered her head and said a word of shame.

"Ha ha ha ha, as long as you speak, it's the sun. I'll take it off for you to play as a ball. What a ghost is!"

Qin Lang wantonly smile, a hand, directly to the silver armor knight.

"You..."

The purple pottery fairy stopped talking. Seeing Qin Lang reach for the silver armor knight with empty hands, he regretted it. If he didn't catch it, what would he do if he was injured again? Zitao fairy doesn't even know why she cares so much about Qin Lang, but this kind of care is real.

At the moment when the purple pottery fairy was in a trance, a vessel made of divine sense appeared in Qin Lang's palm, which directly absorbed the silver armored Knight into it and turned it into a soul light ball, which floated up and down in Qin Lang's hand.

"For you!"

Qin Lang opened his palm. In the golden package of divine consciousness, a pure silver knight spirit was floating up and down.

"Is this? Spirit ball? How can you do that? Condensing spirits is the secret skill of some superior sects. Are you from a superior sect? "