Chapter 903: The protagonist of the world

Chapter 903 The protagonist of the world
Scarlet blood, broken meat of different sizes, paved in the battlefield that was divided into two, which changed the color of the blue-gray stone pavement.
silence.
Whether it is the Temple of Wealth, the Temple of Thorns, or the aristocratic guards in the distance, the audience of the audience are all looking at the passing figure.
Watching the figure turn around.
Looking at that figure, I took out another one that was even more exaggerated.
Watching the figure once again rushed to the knight of the Temple of Fortune.
"This this?"
"Is he looking for death?"
A leader of the aristocracy squad exclaimed.
In fact, all people are incredibly watching this scene.
In their view, this sudden appearance of young people should be combined with the temple of thorns, and then rely on the results of this raid to gain a greater advantage.
"Humph!"
"arrogant!"
"I really thought that the success of an accidental surprise attacked the Knights of the Temple of Fortune, and such people fell into it!"
The head of the aristocratic guards who had ridiculed before and looked at the figure that was quickly overwhelmed by the knights of the Temple of Fortune, spoke again.
The head of the surrounding aristocratic guards couldn’t help but nod.
They will not refute the views of their peers.
The act of removing Qin Ran seems to them to be dead.
There is also a strong ripple.
Why is Qin Ran able to rush on the battlefield when he is so young?
And they need to have the most senior qualifications to do the job of escorting the owner to fight hunting.
This is really unfair!
"If you are lucky, you will forget it!"
"Maybe he thinks he can be an enemy?"
"Yeah, maybe he thinks that way!"
......
In the vicious words, the heads of these aristocratic guards disdain one by one.
They are almost subconsciously avoiding Qin Ran to show their strength beyond their reach.
After all, in their view, returning to the battlefield, Qin Ran, who was once again charged, died.
What is the use of a dead person?
But the next moment, their sarcasm expression was stiff on the face.
The figure that was overwhelmed appeared again on the battlefield.
Rushing up to the Knights of Fortune Temple that drowned Qin Ran.
It has been split!
Under the sharpness of the two great swords, the swords of the two savage swords, the armor, the blade, and the rifle, which are indestructible in the heads of the aristocracy, are destroyed with their masters. The cut off.
And Qin Ran continued to charge.
Two giant swords are in his hands, just like ordinary swords, waving like the wind, bringing forth a burst of horror.
The mourning sounds are continuous.
The broken limbs are flying in the sky.
The Knights of the Fortune Temple are everywhere.
Blood, flowing into the river.
but!
No one can stop Qin Ran's footsteps.
In this seemingly narrow, but exactly the street where Qin Ran can wield two giant swords, Qin Ran seems to be an incarcerated meat grinder, sweeping from the end of the street to the temple of thorns, and has been killed to the position he just appeared.
Then, Qin Ran turned again.
He killed it again.
However, this time is different.
None of the leaders of the aristocratic guards who watched the battle in the distance had another opening.
They closed their mouths tightly, biting their teeth, and paled ones suppressed the vomiting in the chest.
However, looking at the internal organs that flowed out of the cavity, smelling the smell that kept into the nose...
vomit!
The head of the aristocratic guards who sneered at the first one couldn’t help it, and spit out.
With the first one, there is a second one.
It's like a domino.
A vomiting sound.
Sour smells rise to the sky.
The strange sound and taste seem to attract Qin Ran who returned to the temple of thorns again.
When Qin Ran’s gaze looked at it, the heads of the aristocratic guards, who had a soft and soft foot, were scared one after another, and several fell to the ground.
No, they are timid.
It is really Qin Ren who is terrible in their eyes.
Hundreds of knights of the Temple of Wealth, including the Cavaliers who had been named in two by the Qin Ran sword, had been slaughtered in such a short period of time.
That's right, it's killing!
Anyone who has witnessed this battle will not think that this is a battle.
The slaughter is the most appropriate description.
Qin Ran, who created all of this, is not a butcher in their eyes.
It is the butcher who slaughters the animals.
It is possible to be able to change the color in this way, but it is not a butcher to kill the same kind.
But...
Shura!
Shura of blood!
Looking at the whole body contaminated with the blood of others, watching Qin Ran, who was constantly infiltrated from the blade and the cloak, and was indifferent to the blood.
The young looks became horrified at the bottom of the heads of these aristocratic guards.
Especially when Qin Ran went to them, the fear began to spread in their hearts.
The heads of the aristocratic guards retreated unconsciously.
The few who fell to the ground, climbed back and forth with their hands and feet.
But fortunately, when they retired far enough, the horrible Shura did not pursue them, but turned and walked toward the temple of thorns.
The head of a noble guard was relieved.
He did not hide his heart, but did not hide the fragility of his death.
Because everyone in the room is the same.
Wolverine and shameful appearances make them reluctant to gather, and they are even less willing to evaluate a sudden ‘little person’.
"I need to return to the owner."
With the departure of the head of a noble Guard, the heads of these aristocratic guards quickly disappeared into the temple area.
But some people have not left.
Those priests, deacons, and knights who are in the temple area.
They did not participate in the battle between the Temple of Thorns and the Temple of Wealth. At this time, they looked at Qin Ran with great interest.
There is praise.
Have appreciation.
There is dull.
But more is indifference.
Nature is also not lacking in hostility.
Not only these mortals, but those who have shed their brilliance in the temple area are also quietly watching Qin Ran, who shines on the battlefield.
"well!"
"This is the real warrior!"
The of war, Moonke laughed loudly.
"Ok."
"The brave posture is worthy of recognition."
The of bravery, raised his hand and lowered a radiance, washed away a stain for Qin Ran, and at the same time sensed Qin Ran’s belief in Ms.
Not a fanatic.
But it is tough enough.
"unfortunately!"
The of bravery did not hide his sigh.
"Why do such people believe in Winnie?"
"Look at his appearance on the battlefield, he deserves my followers!"
The of war is even more violent shouting.
The surrounding gods watched indifferently.
Then they saw Aitina.
Going to Qin Ran, standing silently next to Qin Ran, smiling, with a worried thorny temple deacon in his eyes.

Very good, very good.

The of love, Nair tassel, has a smile in the soft and pleasing female voice.
The of bravery sighed again.
This time the of war is no longer violent, just watching Qin Ren's gaze, with a deep disappointment.
The indifferent gods around it are a smile.
Then, their eyes all looked at the Thunder Temple.
They are concerned about the battlefield, not because of Qin Ran.
It is because of this war, the war between Ms. Thorn and Ms. Fortune broke out.
As for Qin Ran?
It is an unexpected flash point.
Speaking to the ground, a mortal, doing a good job, that is, a mortal.
The is the protagonist of this world!
Bang!
A thunder.
There was a flash of lightning in the sky.
Then, the collision of the two great wills stopped.
The clouds are spreading.
The sun shone.
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(End of this chapter)