city ​​of sanctuaries

Chapter 707 Holy Flame
Xue Yang opened his mouth wide, and was about to take advantage of this opportunity to attack, when he heard another loud bang.

Looking back, all this is not over yet, the last shadow scurrying upstream on the ground went straight to the door of the prayer hall behind everyone, and instantly merged into the reflection of the door.

"boom!!!"

Affected by a strange force, the door made a loud noise and closed abruptly.

"Reminder: The gate has been sealed by a special force, and the reinforcements of the Holy Cross Church are stopped from entering."

The beep disappears.

Fang Tian clenched his fist and recovered from the special state of stiffness just now.

Look towards those holy crusaders.

After blending into their shadows, the black breath continued to spread upwards from their feet, and the black breath melted the holy light surrounding their bodies.

"Bang... bang bang..."

The members of the Church of the Holy Cross who were possessed by shadows fell one by one, turning into white light and dissipating away.

In just a few seconds, apart from Fang Tian and others, there was only one saint left in the room.

"Damn! It's just an instant?"

Xue Yang blinked his eyes, and after recovering, he yelled at the shadow under Fang Tian's feet, "You're so good that you did it just now! Are you kidding us?"

Shadow, of course, would not respond in any way.

Looking up, the saint was sitting quietly in front of the angel statue just like before, with nearly a quarter of the reading above left.

Glu Gelu winked at Fang Angel.

Get rid of him!

Fang Tian squinted his eyes, flipped his wrist, and the dagger of the untrustworthy artifact appeared in Fang Tian's palm. He clearly understood the power of the saints. Even without the assistance of the angels, Fang Tian could not kill the saints in seconds. The prop to bridge the gap in strength between the two sides is the dagger of the dishonest.

Fang Tian approached the saint step by step.

The saint first realized the person behind him, his shoulders moved slightly, and the reading bar above his head stopped turning.

Fang Tian couldn't help but stop.

The saint stood up slowly, turned around with a slow movement, and looked at the passer-by, "Lost traveler, you have already stolen the holy relics belonging to my Church of the Holy Cross, this time you came here again with the power of shadows. What is your purpose here?"

Fang Tian looked at the saint blankly, but he yelled in his heart that it was not good. There is only one chance. If the saint is prepared, the success rate of hitting the opponent head-on will be greatly reduced.

"Okay! Don't pretend to be righteous people! You have a B number in your heart for what you do!" Xue Yang's face was full of righteousness, and he forcibly turned back, "What are you stealing from the Holy Cross Church? Things belong to the Holy Church! You say we are thieves, don’t you do the same!"

The saint frowned slightly, "Have you already read that diary?"

"So what if you've seen it? Stop talking nonsense! Hand over the key that belongs to the sanctuary! It's you who used despicable means to steal the key of the sanctuary! Return it to us now!"

"It's not what you think. The key of the temple belongs to my Holy Cross Church, and I will not give it to you." The saint shook his head and sighed, "Searchers of the saints, don't be fooled Shadows cloud the mind."

"Fuck you! You are the one who has been fooled! If you don't hand over the key, don't blame us for being rude!"

Xue Yang's irritable temper is not suitable for negotiation in itself. Without saying a few words, the negotiation broke down, and the atmosphere between the two parties became more and more tense.

The saint raised his right hand outwards, and the golden light condensed in his hand, gradually forming a dark golden staff. There was a hint of majesty in his eyes, "Travellers blinded by darkness, I will give you one last Opportunity, hand over Jay Valo's notebook and the legacy of the Holy Light, and then leave here, otherwise..."

"You are dreaming!"

As Xue Yang said, he rushed forward with big strides, holding the sword in both hands, and swung forward vigorously.

The saint stood there, stretched out his hand, and a golden light flashed in the palm of the saint.

"boom!"

Concentrated by the golden light, Xue Yang flew upside down and stood up again. Xue Yang was taken aback. He was nearly full of blood just now, but he was knocked out by this instant skill for nearly two-thirds. blood volume.

Xiaojiu hastily released the quick cure.

Glu Gelu had already given support when Xue Yang rushed forward, and the instant repelling arrow and magic sealing arrow went straight to the saint.

The saint raised his cane and waved forward, a barrier of holy light lit up, and the arrows hit the barrier of holy light without exception.

Entering the fighting state, taking advantage of the saint's attention on Xue Yang and Glu Gelu, Fang Tian exerted force in vain, and immediately entered the second-level burning state as soon as he started, and quickly approached the saint.

The gap between the two sides is too big, only the second-level burning can make the saints have scruples in terms of speed, as for the third-level burning, this is Fang Tian's last hole card, unless there is a 60.00% chance, he will not use it easily.

This extraordinary speed made the saint slightly moved. He turned around, stretched out his staff, and pointed towards Fang Tian in the distance.

The instant holy light was shot from the tip of the staff, how similar to the skill I saw from Phantom last night!
Fang Tian, ​​who was running fast, narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew that this skill could not be avoided, and he had no intention of avoiding it. He raised his hand, and a black shadow waved from his palm.

"This is?" The saint frowned.

What Fang Tian waved out was a card.

A strange alchemy magic circle appeared out of nowhere in mid-air from the high-speed moving card, and the card turned into an iron puppet in a quasi-instantaneous manner.

"laugh!!"

The light was blocked by the iron puppet summoned by Fang Tian.

The Iron Man puppet was beaten to blood as soon as it was summoned, and entered a state of stiffness for 10 seconds.

Fang Tian rushed out from behind the iron puppet, the dagger in his hand showed a hint of edge, and rushed towards the saint.

Xue Yang stared closely at Fang Tian's heartbeat, he was about to succeed!
Fang Tian stared at the saint's every move, and the distance between the two sides narrowed to almost ten meters.

As long as he was within ten meters of the opponent, Fang Tian would be confident enough to burst into the third-level burning state and forcibly cut in to use the dishonesty's dagger to forcibly kill the saint in seconds.

This is the horror of an assassin equipped with a dishonesty dagger. Even after this forcible attack, Fang Tian may be killed by the saint's backhand in seconds.

The distance between the two sides was indented inch by inch. At this moment, Fang Tian felt a strong breath of holy light.

Without any nostalgia, Fang Tian quickly backed away.

In the next moment, scorching holy flames swayed from the feet of the saints, illuminating the entire hall.

The holy flame that swept out quickly spread away, and the spreading speed was even faster than Fang Tian in the second-level burning state. In a blink of an eye, he caught up with Fang Tian who was retreating backwards, and swept past Fang Tian.

(End of this chapter)