Practice origin column

Chapter 87
On the glacier, mist and rain are like silk, exuding the cold air that persists all year round.

In front of the temple, Sikong held his sword in isolation, as if the fatal killing just now was just a dream.

Only the rusty sword in Sikong's hand, with the blood falling down, shed some rust and was warm, revealing its true colors engraved with mysterious patterns

'Crack, click...'

Douglas' body seemed to have been deprived of all vitality and warmth by the rusty sword.

At this time, it was like a piece of shattered glass, and with a burst of crisp sounds that changed from small to large, it suddenly shattered into fine powder all over the sky.

A gust of cold wind from the river blew up to the sky without leaving any traces.

He didn't wait until Sikong became the sacrifice for the resurrection of the true god, but he waited until he became the offering for the revival of Rusty Sword.

"how is this possible!"

"His mental domain value?!"

Many people's complexions changed drastically, and only then did they wake up from the sudden change.

A moment ago, Douglas was still in control of the overall situation, playing a game of cat and mouse, trying to force Sikong to commit suicide.

The next moment, he died suddenly, with no bones left!

The situation is reversed so quickly, it is simply a biography of a novel!
"Cough cough cough..."

Sikong coughed violently again, like a cooked prawn, this time he couldn't even straighten his back, bent like an old man.

Holding a rusty sword, Sikong looked sick and seriously injured.

A strange atmosphere permeated the crowd, many people's eyes flickered, but they were muttering in their hearts.

Seriously injured?This Yue Wang's method of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is really skillful and sophisticated, I am afraid that many people have been deceived.

However, in the past ten years, why haven't I heard of this character?

With the vivid precedent of Douglas, the people present are all human beings, and they will not take action easily until they have figured out Sikong's details.

Although Douglas's strength is not top-notch among them, it is already good. Even if they do it themselves, it will take some effort.

Where is it like Sikong, who comes so neatly!

If it is okay to say in reality, they are all successors and rich second generations cultivated by a big force, and there are countless ways to make Sikong submit.

But this all-real competition deprived them of all their external advantages, and those technological weapons that they spent a lot of money on were even rejected by Middle-earth World.

It can be said that he can only fight the world with his bare hands, relying on his own hard power.The birth of a magic weapon is enough to cause a stir in all directions, and those contestants who are lucky enough to play the role of dwarves are the guests of the earls and princes of all parties.

'Strange, why does that rusty sword work...'

Many people thought to themselves and were extremely puzzled.

Although the Templars had gone with the angels and died in battle at the end of the sky, they also left behind weathered remains, their unique dragon-patterned armor, bronze masks, and rusted swords.

However, no one can use these three pieces of knight equipment.

Even if it is used forcibly, it is only equivalent to an ordinary knight suit, and it cannot awaken the holy light hidden in it at all.

Apparently, only true Templars could use them.

Sikong stood up straight, scanned the crowd, and slowly walked towards the man with the hooked nose: "It's your turn..."

In the words, there was an unconcealable weakness, like a candle in the wind of a dying tree, and the pace was even more staggering, as if it would die in the next moment.

Seeing this, everyone cursed inwardly, but became even more confused about Sikong's reality.

The hooked-nosed man waved his hands one after another, forced a smile and said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, then what, don't you admire chivalry, so I will help you clear up the situation."

"Oh? Then shouldn't I thank you?"

Sikong covered his mouth, wiped away the blood around his mouth, his eyes were a little broken, and he smiled inexplicably.

"No need, no need..."

Hooked Nose backed down one after another, and let go of the pressure on Huo Wu. Seeing the smile on the corner of Sikong's mouth, he shuddered: "It's all for the glory of the true God, it doesn't exist..."

Sikong smiled coldly, Huo Wu ran over one after another, with long black hair fluttering, supported Sikong, and asked anxiously, "Are you alright?"

Sikong's heart softened, but he suddenly thought of something and pushed her away with an extremely cold and ruthless tone: "I don't need your sympathy! If it weren't for you, would I be in this situation?!"

Huo Wu's fat jade hand, which was pushed away by Sikong, was covered in black and blue, and it suddenly swelled up, and the tingling sensation lingered for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Huo Wu was like an enraged tigress, with the aura of a fierce tiger going down the mountain, she grabbed Sikong's ear: "Being a hero to my old lady and shouldering the responsibility, right? You think my old lady wants to control you, you bastard!" If it wasn't for the fact that my aunt was also responsible for this matter, I would be the first to kill you!"

"It hurts..."

Sikong's face was filled with ferocious pain, and he was about to shed tears. The image of a tough man just now collapsed, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

When it was time to be tough, he didn't hesitate.

But when it's time to give in, he won't be vague!

"He has thrown himself into the shadows of the evil gods and is no longer holy..."

Suddenly, in the center of the temple, the divination priest with the white beard pondered, turning over the blood-stained code.

The eleven blood-stained codes suddenly emitted divine light, flew up from his hands, and hovered over the supreme emerald staff of the statue of Moloch God behind him.

Then, from the supreme staff, a twelve-point magic circle descended.

"I, once kissed the flame angel's last tears, and believed in the true god of Moloch."

"I, once kissed the tears of the evening angel, and believed in the true god of Moloch."

"I once kissed the tears of the world angel and believed in the true god Moloch."

……

Eleven holy priests walked into the ten magic circles, chanted praises, and then a little scarlet flower tin exactly like Sikong appeared between their eyebrows.

Following their praises, a strong holy atmosphere permeated the entire temple, and there were angel phantoms intertwined like clouds, shuttling through the temple, guarding the true god.

The glory shines, the gospel arises, and then the magic crystals of twelve elements are born in the twelve-point magic circle.

This is a world of magic and swords. Although these contestants are still practicing the super string furnace system, they can cast corresponding levels of magic according to their own strength.

And these eleven sacred priests used their own magic as their seal, borrowed the power left by the real god Moro, and cast the forbidden spell that only existed in the legends of the Middle-earth world.

"Holy Judgment!"

The 11 people drank together, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and the wind howled, but the crystals of the twelve elements in the magic circle became brighter and brighter, with different rays of light, representing the supreme magic of the Middle-earth world.

"I declare on behalf of my God that I will deprive Yue King Fast of his sacred destiny and immediately return to the embrace of Moro True God!"

They can't kill Sikong with their hands, but God can!

At this moment, they used the blood-stained code to awaken the true meaning of magic, and revealed the forbidden curse that only belonged to the true god, which is equivalent to exercising power on behalf of the god, forcing Sikong to die and become a sacrifice!
A magic crystal corresponding to the Angel of Tears burst into pieces, and a wave of magic power directly enveloped Sikong. Sikong suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if he had lost something important.

The vermilion flower tinsel on the eyebrows is even more flickering, as if it will disappear in the next moment.

Before this forbidden spell that only belonged to the true god, even if his mental domain value was as high as 30 points, and he had more martial arts awareness, he seemed helpless.

He can only accept his fate as a sacrifice.

"Oh, the forbidden curse? He surpassed the king's life, and I guarded the lonely city!"

(End of this chapter)