Vol 2 Chapter 6944: Kill the old man in his arms

Chapter 6944 Hold the old man in his arms and kill
In the darkness, countless sharp knives passed through Matt's body. Although it could not be seen very clearly in the darkness, judging from the appearance revealed in the shadow, it was indeed the case.
A strange-looking old man leaned on a cane, walked step by step with difficulty to the door, and glanced inside.
"The breath is cut off, it should be dead."
"To oppose that adult, relying on this reinforcement is not enough."
The old man didn't pay much attention, his eyes swept around the room, and finally stopped on a pair of words in the room, and suddenly snorted.
"What's this."
Although the light is dim now, people can't see the whole picture of the painting, but the old man is very clear that this painting is just the tip of the iceberg, and it is full of supreme world rules.
It was as if the avenue was stripped out of the world and placed in front of him.
The old man was a little puzzled. He entered the room with a cane, stood in front of the picture scroll, raised his hand, and a faint light illuminated the picture on the wall.
This is an authentic work left by Qin Yichen, a stepping stone specially drawn in order to attract the attention of the strong in the city.
Now the old man shows up, and he can see the extraordinary at a glance.
Just looking at it for a long time, the old man shook his head helplessly.
"Unfortunately, this thing is enough to make people enter the knight level, but it is even more difficult to go further."
Qin Yichen is not a kind-hearted person either, and would be kind enough to share his secrets of practice. The insights in his paintings are only enough to enter the knight level.
As for more things, the old man didn't see it, he just felt that there was still some leftovers left in the painting.
"It's better to take it back and let the master take a look. Maybe there are other discoveries."
With this thought in mind, the old man stretched out his hand and wanted to take down the painting.
But his movements stopped at the moment when he stretched out his hand, but he couldn't score any more points.
An invisible sense of oppression pressed down from behind, as if Mount Tai was pressing on the top. The huge pressure made the old man's breathing stop. It seemed that as long as he moved a little more, he would die here.
Cold sweat pooled on his forehead.
The old man's heartbeat slowly accelerated, and the pressure was not much worse than his master.
"who is it."
The old man managed to squeeze these words out of his throat.
Just as he breathed, countless powers of faith turned into sharp blades and came out of nowhere, with bursts of sharp blades breaking through the air.
After a while, the ground behind him was full of blades.
It was densely packed, without leaving any gaps, as if the ground was paved with this icy blade.
After this move, according to common sense, no one can support it.
The old man felt that the huge pressure was relieved a little, and he was relieved.
But before he could catch his breath, the next moment, even greater pressure hit him, this time, it was so directly pressing that he couldn't breathe.
The old man made a decisive decision, put a thought into the storage ring, and flew out of the room as fast as a stream of light, escaping to the sky.
"Meet a strong enemy, very strong! I need help!"
The old man let out a low roar, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly darkened.
The old body suddenly stopped, and after a muffled sound, the old man only felt that his body was completely grasped.
A burst of coldness penetrated into the body through the skin.
Before the old man could see his situation clearly, he looked up quickly.
I saw that the cold metal mask was bowing its head, and the scarlet eyes were staring at him.
Moonlight Frost, sprinkled a layer of radiance on the icy mask.
Cold and lifeless, from this huge body, the old man could not feel any vitality.
This feeling is even more frightening than facing the adult.
Unknown things can always evoke the greatest panic and fear in people's hearts.
"you……"
"cough!"
Before waiting for the old man to speak, Matt stretched out his arms and clamped the old man tightly in his arms, using his arms slowly.
"Damn, I've been bullied everywhere. If I caught you as a waste today, I must let you experience it. What is despair!"
Today, Matt can be said to have nowhere to put his grievances.
Both times were "explosions" of luck. If he didn't talk about the business, he had to rescue him himself, which made him lose face.
Then, facing the absolute powerhouses like Lu, Matt didn't even dare to let out the air, so he could only wait for Qin Yichen to take care of it.
This way, I walked into the city, and before I had time to rest, the old man suddenly came out. How could Matt bear it?
After all, he is also the chief knight under the of war Ares!
Now he is also the commander of the Imperial Guard of the Temple of the Lord of Light, and his strength has made great progress.
After such an improvement, he couldn't even bully his opponents like chopping melons and vegetables in the past. Instead, he was bullied everywhere, and he was even attacked today.
This made Matt's anger run high.
Matt would not have such a big resentment if he changed to a person of the level of the Twelve Lord Templars.
Let the waste ride on your head?
This is where Matt's face is going to go!
With his arms slowly exerting force, the old man struggled as hard as he could in Matt's embrace.
His arms slammed against Matt's body, but he couldn't do anything, just struggle in vain, and even Matt's tightened arms didn't shake at all.
"you!"
"let me go!"
"cough!"
The chest suddenly trembled, and the old man spit blood on Matt's body.
Ribs have been strangled.
The old man used his last breath to support Matt's hard shoulders, pushing his body back hard, trying to get a little more space.
But no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.
As Matt clenched his arms coldly and relentlessly, a blood spurted into the sky and fell on the old man who had cut off his breath.
Matt let go, and the old man's body fell to the ground.
Cold and ruthless, like a machine.
Just as Matt cleaned up the old man, the next moment, several figures appeared.
One of the shadows came across to Matt and stared at him.
"Who are you and why are you attacking us!"
Matt raised his head slowly, and a crisp sound of metal running spread out. Matt stretched out his hand. On his hand, the old man's warm blood was slipping from his fingertips.
Looking at the scene in front of him coldly, Matt's eyes turned to the woman in front of him.
"Why, do you want to try it too?"
"You shouldn't hold on as long as the old man, his chest is too big."
"If it is blown up, it must be beautiful."
How could a woman endure such humiliation?
He stared at Matt angrily, with anger in his eyes.
"Dog thing, dare to humiliate me, court death! Kill him!"
With a coquettish shout, all the people who came to attack Matt.
But who is Matt?
The chief knight of the Battle Hall Temple, and now the commander of the Imperial Guard of the Light Lord Temple, aside from his own strength, just his extremely hard body is enough to make these people drink a pot.
After a while, among Matt's open arms, there were five people struggling, and Matt's arms tightened mercilessly.
Howling, screaming. spread in the sky.