Chapter 913: Jump

Chapter 913
Looking at the old man who was dressed in sin and priests and rushed, Horace shuddered.
Unlike the general priest suit, this priest is embroidered with a gold thread.
In many temples, this represents a meaning: the high priest!
The High Priest of the Temple of Sin: Boulville!
Bulville, a figure who plays a pivotal role in the city of Navijah and throughout the South.
It’s not just because the other is the high priest of the temple of sin.
Also because of the legend of the other party itself.
That's right, it's legend!
From the other party’s thirteen-year-old killing two. Cheng. People’s gang members, after being seriously injured and being adopted by a famous sin temple deacon, the other’s life is to shock others.
Fourteen years old, seriously injured after the recovery of the other side, a person relying on the skills learned from the sin knight, the gang up and down 20 people, all killed.
Then, he was seriously injured again.
All people think that the other party is dead.
But after three days of coma, Bulville regained consciousness.
Everyone is amazed at the vitality of Bulville, and Booleville, who believes that he has lost his life, will honestly inherit his father’s position.
In fact, the next two years are also roughly the same.
Until the poor deacon went to the south on the way to be robbed by a bandit.
After receiving the news, the 16-year-old Bulville disappeared into the temple that night.
Burville did not know who his father was killed.
It doesn't matter.
But if you go to the South, you will kill it.
Ten people, one hundred people, one thousand people, and ten thousand people.
One day, ten days, one hundred days, one thousand days.
One year, two years, three years... ten years!
From the 16-year-old boy to the 26-year-old youth, Burville’s name became a nightmare of banditry on the North and South.
The most feared thing about every bandit is the encounter with Bulville.
Therefore, there are fewer and fewer bandits.
From the most, hundreds of thousands of bandits have become few.
In the end, it is even more silent.
At that time, the 26-year-old Bulville returned to the city of Navija.
Burrville, who had rags and rusted iron swords, was welcomed by the hero, but he ignored them and returned to the temple of sin. He successfully challenged the knight and then became the new knight. In the next twenty years, it became the main sacrifice and eventually the high priest.
The 46-year-old high priest.
A age that is definitely worth remembering.
But it’s not surprising that it’s on Burville.
Too many merits, too many records, so that everyone is convinced by the high priest.
Even if the other party is old, it is the same.
At least, Horace, from the Temple of the Hunters, has been scared.
Looking at the sin temple high priest, only the trembling Horace’s mind became a mess, and he did not expect that such a coincidence would happen.
Just when he wants to stand on the opposite side of the other party, the other party appears!
It’s too coincidental.
Coincidentally, Horace, who was scared to the point of thinking, was found to be wrong.
Horace subconsciously looked at Qin Ran on one side.
"I will forgive him."

It’s like you are willing to stand on the side of the temple of thorns.

Qin Ran said in a faint tone, a slow tone, as if to state something that could not be changed.
Moreover, from the beginning to the end, Qin Ran’s eyes did not look at each other.
Qin Ran’s attention has long been attracted by the sudden appearance of the sin temple high priest.
In the same way, the high priest did not pay attention to Horace, but went straight toward Qin Ran.
When there was still about 20 meters from Qin Ran, the high priest stopped.
The two looked at each other, the high priest's eyes were bright and dazzling, and Qin Ran's gaze was the same as before, and it became like a sword, sharp and unmatched.
call!
The night breeze blew back, but when approaching Qin Ran and the high priest, it calmed down for a moment, as if blowing into the bottomless abyss, without any echo.
Quiet.
Very quiet.
Static is uncomfortable.
Quiet and chilling.
Horace, who was ignored by the two, felt himself. The chest and mouth were stuffy, just like the hammer was hitting the chest, and the uncomfortable wanted to vomit blood.
Without hesitation, Horace with his own animal partner retired to a few tens of meters away, but then the priest of the hunter's temple once again changed his face.
"Go!"
Turning over and riding on his own animal companion, Horace went straight to the order.
On the back of the black dog, Helass felt the animal partner with his own far-away and peace of mind. Involuntarily, the priest of the hunter's temple looked back.
In an instant, Horace’s eyes were so big.
What did he see?
He saw the blood of the corpse!
He saw the throne built by the skeleton!
He saw thousands of dead souls mourn in the moonlight night!
He saw two hand-held blades, dressed in bright red, like the king of Shura!
kill!
Kill!
Kill and kill!
......
A sound like a thunderous screaming echoes in the heart of Horace, just calming the mind, in an instant, like a lightning strike.
puff!
A piece of blood can no longer hold back and sprayed directly.
"Strange, monster!"
"Two monsters!"
Horace, who hangs his lips, squats like this.
Then, the priests of the Hunter's Temple were so unconscious on the back of their animal partners, letting the animal partners leave themselves.
Horace left.
There are more people in the dark.
They looked at Qin Ran and Bulville, who were squatting with great interest.
"The king of the killer is against the king of killing?"
"Fun! Fun!"
"It is the killing of two executioners!"
"The executioner?"
"No, no, the strong should be respected, they are Shura!"
"I am fortunate to see such a battle."
......
In the shadows and in the corners, countless voices exchanged.
Or low or high.
Or express admiration.
Or have fun.
Or sneer.
But no matter which one has no cover up.
Because they are either the identity of the high priest or the main sacrifice, they do not need such cover.
No need.
Not necessary.
After all, they have nothing to do with the two people who are about to start a life-and-death battle.
They are just bystanders.
Qin Ran and Bulver did not pay attention to these bystanders.
Both of them are focused on each other.
In addition to the other party.
They can't see anything else, they can't hear anything else.
Hey, hey!
The night wind is unconscious and grows bigger.
Qin Ran's crow feather cloak hunted, and the hair tip was blown up by the high, dancing in a mess, revealing the unforgettable eyes.
Clear as water.
But it is killing.
Reflecting a little bit of Bourges, a long sword was taken from the scabbard.
The sword, ordinary, filled with rust.
The bright red rust makes the long sword look like scrap iron.
But as the long sword was pulled out a little bit, the more sorrowful sorrow of the dead soul completely covered the night wind.
In front of everyone’s eyes, there seems to be an illusion that tens of thousands of people have been slaughtered.
Qin Ran is no exception.
Even he is the most intuitive one.
But it is also the one that is completely unaffected.
Hey, hey!
Ah!
By the side, the night is full of wind.
In the ear, mourning and screaming.
And Qin Ran disappeared, and disappeared in place.
He jumped into the air.
The huge, fascinating purple blade is held high above the head.
Suddenly, the moonlight of the different purple suddenly brightened.
The fascinating purple blade, suddenly radiant and dazzling.
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(End of this chapter)