The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Mashan picked up the fallen broadsword from the ground and weighed it in his hands. It was very heavy.

He looked up at the church steeple and narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the sun was over the minaret. From his perspective, it happened to set on the cross at the top of the minaret, as if the cross was shining.

The window of the tower was open, and a man stood at the window.

Wan Jinsheng recognized him as Father Ricardo of the church.

Although he does not believe in religion, because his wife is a Christian, he occasionally comes to church with her, so he naturally recognizes this well-known priest in Bei City.

I just didn't expect that the New Guangming Church would be the stronghold of the Church of the Sun. I wonder what level this priest is?

Just as he was thinking this, he was suddenly startled and found that Father Ricardo was missing, replaced by a very tall figure on the window.

The man's head was blocked by the upper edge of the window, and only half of his body could be seen. He was wearing golden armor.

When Wan Jinsheng was wondering, the man bent down, climbed out of the window with his clumsy and tall body, and then jumped down suddenly.

The tower was dozens of meters high, and most people would surely die if they fell freely. The man did not have any posture in the air, but fell head first, and landed with a loud bang, making the whole church tremble.

Wan Jinsheng's body shook unconsciously.

The man stood under the tower, with the sun shining on half of his body, while the other half was blocked by the shadow of the tower.

Half of the armor reflected golden light, and half of the armor turned the color of blood in the shadows.

The pressure brought by this knight was many times stronger than the one just now. Wan Jinsheng felt that the whole sky had collapsed, and the garden became extremely depressing. He could hardly breathe, as if a hand was grabbing his heart. .

He looked up at the sky and saw Father Ricardo reappearing in the tower window.

The golden knight stepped out of the shadows, his armor gleaming. His feet touched the ground, and the ground seemed to tremble with every step he took.

Ma Shan watched him coming with eager passion in his eyes.

He had heard Li Muchen say that those wearing golden armor were called golden knights, and they were much stronger than the ordinary knights just now.

The golden knight stopped about five meters away from Mashan, suddenly bent his knees, his body turned into a golden light, and instantly appeared in the air.

The cross sword was raised high, and the sun shone on the sword, giving off a dazzling light.

A powerful and incomparable force struck down with murderous intent.

"Good come!"

Mashan shouted excitedly and raised the cross sword he picked up above his head to welcome the fierce blow.

When there was a loud noise, the two swords intersected, and the sound spread outward with the impact of energy.

Wan Jinsheng and Ruan Xiangdong seemed to have been hit in the chest by a sledgehammer, and they took several steps back.

Fortunately, both of them were martial arts practitioners, and Wan Jinsheng was considered a master in martial arts. He protected Ruan Xiangdong in front of him and was not injured.

Even if this was the case, his blood was boiling and he almost vomited.

This was just the aftermath of the vibration of the sword energy, and it was so far away and so powerful. After a while, the battle became fierce, and I didn't dare to think about the consequences.

Wan Jinsheng quickly pulled Ruan Xiangdong out of the garden and ran to the roof of the church vestibule in the distance to avoid disaster and to observe the situation just in case.

Ma Shan shouldered the sword forcefully and felt that the opponent was extremely powerful. His arms shook slightly, the stones under his feet cracked, and his feet sank into the soil.

The golden knight didn't seem to expect that Ma Shan could resist his condescending sword, and was stunned for a moment.

There was a brief tacit pause between the two sides. The two swords were intertwined, one still maintaining the downward slashing posture, and the other maintaining the blocking position. Time and space seemed to have frozen.

Then, Ma Shan exhaled loudly, pushed upwards, pushed away the knight's sword, and cut it horizontally, hitting the knight's chest and ribs.

But the golden knight didn't even dodge. There was a sound, and the sword struck the armor like a bell.

The knight remained motionless as a mountain, holding his sword in both hands, slashing diagonally towards Ma Shan.

Seeing that his sword failed to hit the knight, Ma Shan became more competitive and did not even dodge. He opened his chest and let the big sword come down.

There was also a sound, but the sound was not so crisp and bright, and was slightly dull.

The big sword struck Ma Shan and bounced away.

Mashan's clothes ripped apart silently, revealing the knotted muscles on his chest.

And there was a mysterious halo faintly emitting from his chest.

"Hey!" Master Miaoyin in the distance exclaimed, "What is this?"

He looked at Mashan intently, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

"What kind of method is this guy practicing? I can't even understand it!"

At this time, Ma Shan was already engaged in a fierce battle with the Golden Knight. You struck with a sword, and I struck with a sword. Both of them went back and forth, neither one dodged, and each sword struck the opponent.

Mashan's upper body clothes had turned into pieces of cloth and scattered around, making him shirtless.

The armor on the Golden Knight also had several deformations, and sword marks were all over his body.

But the sword that Ma Shan picked up was obviously not as good as the sword in the opponent's golden knight's hand. There were many curls on the blade, but the opponent's sword was still bright and sharp.

Ma Shan was so angry that he threw away his sword and cursed: "This Western sword is useless!"

Just fight the opponent with your bare hands.

His five fingers turned into claws, like diamond dragon claws, sharp and powerful, three points more powerful than a big sword.

The two fought for many rounds, but still couldn't decide the outcome.

Watching from a distance, Wan Jinsheng and Ruan Xiangdong were speechless.

Wan Jinsheng was glad in his heart that he had not discovered the Holy Light Society's stronghold. If he had brought people to suppress it, the strength of Hongmen in Beishi would not be enough to kill it with one sword.

Ruan Xiangdong has a new understanding of Mashan's strength.

In the past, he knew that Mashan was powerful, so he thought he was at the level of a martial arts master.

Back in Xiangjiang, Ma Shan had fought against several southern martial arts masters in Xiangjiang. Although he won at that time, it was not that easy.

But now it seems that, let alone a martial arts master, even the peak of martial arts and the master of martial arts may not be able to withstand Ma Shan's punch.

Ruan Xiangdong was a little excited. He and Ma Shan fell in love. When he first arrived in Xiangjiang, he regarded Ma Shan as a brother. He was a great brother. Of course he was happy. It was as if these iron fists were born in him. He felt a surge in his heart. There is a sense of pride in the world, and there is an urge to look up to the sky and laugh.

But as soon as he raised his head, his eyes widened and he looked at the spire in surprise.

"what is that?"

Wan Jinsheng looked up following his gaze and saw Father Ricardo standing in the window of the tower, holding a cross in his hand, as if praying for something.

And the big cross on the top of the building shone brightly.

This is by no means a normal reflection of sunlight, but the cross itself is glowing.

The light became more and more dazzling, and soon overshadowed the light of the sun.

The whole church began to bathe in the light of the cross.

Then, a pair of flapping red wings appeared in the white holy light.