Chapter 663: I just happened to pass by

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She lifted her finger and slid slowly over the edge of the death blade of the sickle. The sharp blade, with her fingertips, bursts of cold energy ripples. As her emotions changed, the deep darkness behind her became more intense.
In this darkness, a pair of cold and evil demon eyes are staring at Wang Yan below, as if this darkness is linking to the gate of hell, it is possible to stretch out a giant claw at any time, dragging Wang Yan into eternity Ending hell.
The three-legged Jinwu "Goodong" swallowed a bit, and the Pharaoh must have done something unspeakable to these two powerful and beautiful women. Staying here again, the is expected to suffer terrible implication .
"Uh, that, God really remembered that there was something else to be busy, let's take a step first." After all, the three-legged Jinwu trembled up, turned and flicked his wings to fly away, but Wang Yan grabbed his neck and pulled Came back.
"Woo, this is another move." The three-legged Jinwu wants to cry without tears, and the always feels that he will die in the hands of your pharaoh sooner or later.
Wang Yan's brow jumped uncontrollably, and he could feel the situation now.
It's just that, when the eyes of more than 400 people stared at it, it felt like a little white mouse lying on the experimental table. It was definitely more terrifying than falling into the encirclement of the Dongying Alliance.
Especially the two saints, look at the momentum, hum, even the phantom of the Fa is out, would n’t you want to eat yourself and wipe it off, but also use some lynching?
Uncle Cannon was right, some women really can't mess with it.
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Wang Yan's eyes rolled, the danger returned to danger, but fortunately there was a little distance from them.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile innocently.
"That, misunderstanding, totally misunderstanding, I just happened to pass by here. Oh, you seem to be busy, don't worry about me, you are busy, keep busy."
He said, while sweating to the crowd around him, waved a few hands.
at this time.
Suddenly he turned around, his wings spread, and he stepped the ground with his feet, bringing up a circle of air mixed with Martian seeds.
The air wave rose from the ground, and at this moment, his whole person flew out a dozen meters against the ground. The speed was as fast as a flying swallow across the water, making everyone inside and outside the battlefield secretly startled.
What a joke, at this time, don't leave, waiting to be divided by more than 400 people by the two great churches?
"Huh, Wang Yan, do not want to run away again this time!"
Behind the bright Saint Lulu, a pair of light wings leaned forward, and the golden air flow rushed to the ground. She was like a golden falcon, and flew out at once.
Behind her, the little angel Babe glared fiercely at the sheep head demon opposite, her wings raised like a golden meteor, and followed Lulu to Wang Yan.
"Son of Flame, please stop for this lady, let this lady peel your skin!"
Dark Lady Catherine hummed softly, the magic array engraved in her left eye pupil radiated a bright light.
Buffalo, the demon of the sheep's head standing underneath her, suddenly screamed like chicken blood, waving away a few werewolves who were in front of it. The pace was like a bulldozer rushing into the sea of ​​sand.
Catherina's magic wings swayed behind her, and the dark darkness made her like a black whirlwind and followed her closely.
"Little brother has something to do, and the two sisters don't have to give it away." Wang Yan raised his hand without looking back, and waved.
Then there was a sudden step at the foot, and the direction of advance immediately changed. The whole person was as agile as a lightning, and immediately turned a big bend in the sand and sea.
This was the experience he summed up during the encirclement and suppression of the Dongying Alliance, and it was also the reason why he did not choose to fly directly as soon as he was encircled.
Although he can fly into the air, in the encircling circle, the sudden lift will cause a short pause and will undoubtedly become a conspicuous target. Moreover, in the air, there are no more points to borrow from the ground. Flying like this close to the ground is far more flexible than flying in the air, and it is easier to hide and avoid using bunkers.
At this time, Wang Yan flew close to the ground and was quick and sensitive. However, the two saints were equally strong, and the speed was not much worse than him.
In addition, they also have two equally powerful pet assistants. The two women and the two assistants lined up above the sea of ​​sand, followed closely, but two or three breathing skills have already flew out more than 100 meters. .
"Although Lulu is assured of chasing the old king, this holy war has a son, and will definitely blow up the evil dark believers!"
Bright Son Wright, holding up the Warhammer, led a group of holy knights, and rushed down the sand dunes.
On the other side, the Dark Son, Stuart, also brought a group of ferocious werewolves, and recoiled from the opposite side.
"Your Highness Catherina, despite chasing the Son of Flame, this Holy War, this Son will never let you down!" The Dark Son shouted loudly, and his whole body was black with anger.
The members of the two sides also displayed high fighting intentions at this critical juncture.
"Go, the dark dogs!"
"Let's rush together and kill those bright pigs!"
"Kill!"
The shouting is getting closer and closer, and the two saints chasing Wang Yan's footsteps, getting farther and farther, until they finally disappear at the end of their sight.
At this time, the two sons charged by the two leaders finally reached the point of face-to-face.
The bright Son Wright, with a grim complexion, a tall figure, a gleaming silver armor, and holy peace, made him like the embodiment of justice, all evil nemesis.
At this time, he stood in the middle of the battlefield, looking into the opposite Son's eyes, full of fierce fighting spirit.
The Dark Son showed no signs of weakness. He stood in front of Wright, his hands clasped on his chest, and his body was covered with evil spirits. The black gas surrounding him seemed to devour even the surrounding light.
The members from both sides clenched their weapons, held their breath, and stood behind the two sons.
The air seemed to freeze at this moment, the will from light and darkness collided fiercely at this moment, and the strong fighting intention led to the sky covered with clouds and blocked the sunlight.
A strong wind carrying sand and dust blew through the battlefield, and a ray of sunlight shone between the thick clouds, shining on the face of a young holy knight.
The brutal battle made his armor covered with scars, and the cloak covered with holes like a rag, swaying with the wind behind him, with a scratch on his immature face.
Despite his low status, he still clasped his shield and saber and stood firmly in the front row of the team.
Opposite the young knight, is a werewolf who is not too old.
At this time, the werewolf's left arm was wrapped in cloth, swollen and tall, and there were several large openings in the chest and abdomen. Although it had scabs, the smell of blood still spread around him.
His eyes were wide, and he stared at the opposite. Although his eyes were full of fatigue, his strong body did not mean to flinch.
There are many other soldiers similar to them on the battlefield. Almost everyone here has some scars, but even so, they still insist on the front line.
Perhaps it is precisely because of their bravery and fearlessness that the image of the Light Holy See and the Dark Council will continue to rise in the long course of history and stand upright.
The atmosphere floating on the battlefield was killing and tragic, and even the sounds around them seemed to be quietly unconsciously.
The crowds watching the games at the Youth Conference venue stared at the main screen breathlessly. The series of twists and turns just now made them look as if they were riding a roller coaster and were intoxicated.
At this time, they were concerned about the entanglement between Wang Yan and the two saints, as well as the result of the fourth jihad.
Although there are no double virgins, the members of both parties have reached the limit, and the victory of light and darkness may appear in this war.
In the middle of the battlefield, the two sons stood in the sand and stared at each other for a long time.
Suddenly, an elusive luster flashed in the eyes of the Dark Son.
At this time, he changed the arrogance and arrogance of the past, and looked into the glorious Son, a kind of depth that had never been seen before.
He took a deep breath in the desert, his thirsty lips moved up and down, as if he had made a great determination, and he slowly said, "We can't fight anymore."
This sentence speaks out, his heart can be described as mixed feelings, if the other party refuses, or even laughed at, then this scene will become a humiliation in his life.
But his instinct was telling him again that he could try it.
The reason why he dared to say this sentence at this juncture is also because he saw the same thing as himself in the eyes of the other party.
The same perseverance, the same frustration, the same compassion ... Many same emotions make the Dark Son feel that he must speak his own voice.
After all, after the fight, both sides will be seriously injured, not to mention because of the son of flame, this man provokes a fight, let him work hard, it is a little unwilling.
His eyes were fixed on the eyes of the bright Son opposite him, and a heart almost hung in his throat.
Suddenly, the Son of Light moved.
He looked into the dark son's eyes, a complex luster flowing through it, and the atmosphere became more tense.
It took a long time before the Son of Light spoke slowly and said, "That's good, no longer playing, we will make another appointment."
Dark Son's tense nerves. Finally relaxed, both sides smiled slightly, and they were both in the other's eyes, gaining high affirmation and respect.
"Wow."
Both sons threw the weapon in their hands to the ground, stepped forward, and hugged tightly together.
Many of the fighting members behind the two sons were relieved, and some of them slumped on the ground at once, looking up at the sky, a feeling of emotion for the rest of the life, echoed in their hearts for a long time.
Some members have already stood on the spot and cried, "Finally, I won't fight anymore, I just feel like I'm going to die just now, woo woo."
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The atmosphere, I do n’t know when, suddenly became strangely harmonious.
A light breeze blew through, the entire youth conference venue was silent, and all the crowds watching the game were stunned.
What the is going on?
Say good jihad? Say yes, do you die?
The most important thing is, what the are the two sons? They even hug! in! One! Up! Now!
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