Chapter 153: 【Sword Saint Warrior】

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty Three
"Stand behind me." Mr. Qiu suddenly said in a low voice, and then he took a step forward and stood firmly in front of Roddy: "They are going to do it... You be careful, Your Majesty the Pope... "
Roddy raised his eyebrows and said boldly, "What are you afraid of? It's just a bunch of magic sticks."
The corner of Mr. Qiu's mouth seemed to have a deep smile: "What are you afraid of? Of course you are afraid of trouble. Do you want them to see the dragon on your chest? Or do you want to pick all the gods on your own?"
Roddy's face changed slightly, thinking that he could catch the fox's tail. I just denied that I didn't see any dragons...
Mr. Qiu's complexion remained unchanged, but he smiled softly: "Okay, let's talk about it later. But you should be careful... It's rare to have dragon tattoos on Bright Continent."
After speaking, he took off his coat and handed it over.
Mr. Qiu wore an extremely ordinary samurai costume, but with such a simple samurai costume, his slender figure appeared tall and straight. More importantly, after taking off that simple robe, he was completely A man is like a sword out of its sheath with a piercing edge!
Mr. Qiu, who was originally calm and without a smoky scent, suddenly became a bit surprised to Roddy!
The two of them whispered here, the eastern horizon was already white, and under that white, red clouds were faintly shining, as if a red sun was about to rise.
Corsica VI whispered: "Accept the judgment of God!"
The staff in his hand was raised high, and the elders of the religious sect beside him took a step at the same time, and surrounded Simang in five directions.
"Pay attention, this is the sect's'light binding formation.'" Mr. Qiu showed a sigh on his face: "Five elder-level warlocks start this formation together. Such a scene is rare."
Roddy was wearing Mr. Qiu's robe, and said lightly: "So what? This type of formation probably won't hold Simao! Does that foolish Pope think this can suppress the'Dracula's Spear'? A joke..." He stopped in time and didn't say the next half sentence-what he wanted to say is that even "Devil Dragon Purgatory Kill" can't help but that perverted spear!
A pentagram with a white holy light emerged from the ground. Simao stood in the middle, with black smoke coming out of his feet, and he yelled.
The five elders of the gods chanted a spell at the same time, and the pentagram gradually shrank, as if to wrap Simao in it. Simao screamed and thrust Dracula's spear fiercely on the ground, and then a blood-red dance appeared around his body, just like a ball of scarlet blood.
The surrounding space seemed to be faintly shaking, red and white colliding and shaking constantly, the expressions on the faces of the five elders became more and more serious, and some of them were already sweating on their foreheads.
Mr. Qiu frowned: "A prince-level vampire, just so powerful? Can't be beaten by five bishops together?"
Roddy said indifferently: "The prince's blood family is nothing, but the artifact in his hand is too powerful...If he didn't have that spear, he would have been wiped out!"
Mr. Qiu looked back at him: "Unexpectedly, you know all this well."
Roddy shook his head, but did not speak.
"Wait, His Majesty the Pope has not taken any action yet." Mr. Qiu smiled faintly.
Roddy glanced up and down at Mr. Qiu, and suddenly said, "You also came for the dragon tonight...for me? Are you going to catch me back? Or..."
Mr. Qiu shook his head, the expression on his face was very complicated: "I am just a court warrior, and my duty is to guard the safety of the imperial capital and the emperor. Others are not within my jurisdiction... As for the religious and blood The matter... His Majesty the Pope is out of the question, do you want to use people like us?"
Sure enough, Mr. Qiu had just finished saying this, and His Majesty Corsica VI finally acted.
However, this old guy looked at Mr. Qiu from a distance, and suddenly said loudly: "Mr. Qiu, this blood clan is raging in the imperial capital, are you just standing by and watching?"
Hearing this shout, Mr. Qiu curled his mouth and said in a low voice in a voice that only Roddy could hear: "Old Fox! Always want to test me!"
He smiled slightly and said loudly: "His Majesty the Pope and all the bishops are here, why should I take action?"
Corsican VI had a solemn expression, and said loudly: "This blood race is armed with magic weapons, and the formations of several bishops may not be able to trap him! We have to get rid of him together! Otherwise, this high-level The blood race escaped, I don't know how many people died!"
Mr. Qiu snorted coldly, and muttered something in a low voice, before he said loudly: "His Majesty's teachings, I dare not disobey!"
He finally took a step forward!
At this step, Roddy felt the difference!
An extremely fierce aura suddenly radiated from Mr. Qiu's body! As if a divine sword fell into the world, everyone present felt a sense of deepness from the heart!
It was an absolutely silent biting cold, as cold as the tiny goose bumps on the skin that was irritated by the piercing sharpness!
Simang, who was originally standing in the middle of the circle, also felt bad, his eyes floated towards Mr. Qiu immediately, and he suddenly shouted: "Mr. Qiu! Are you as shameless as these gods? !"
"Don't do it!" Mr. Qiu dropped this sentence and walked over slowly!
With his hands empty behind him, Roddy suddenly whispered: "Use my sword."
Without looking back, Mr. Qiu left a low voice: "No need."
The elders were already sweating profusely at this moment, and a round of red sun slowly rose. The blood-red mist that had been tightly protected around Simang shook slightly, as if it was dimmed immediately, but Simao then squeezed the spear firmly, this legendary magic weapon suddenly let out a soft whine, and then the blood mist increased instead of decreasing, forcing the pentagram to dissipate instead.
Several patriarchs and elders stepped back at the same time. Only His Majesty the Pope stood far away, his face calm, but he couldn't see what he was thinking.
Mr. Qiu just walked forward step by step in such a calm manner, walking straight to the five-pointed star formation that the elder of the gods and goddess had put out without stopping, and stepped in with ease! Immediately there was a sound, as if silver fireworks were blooming, and the pentagram was broken by Mr. Qiu!
"you!"
An elder was full of anger and was about to drink, but Pope Corsica VI gave him a cold look.
Mr. Qiu's face was calm, and without turning his head, he said lightly: "When I make a move, I never ask for help from others."
He finally stretched out a hand, a flame-like grudge burst out of his hand, and it condensed into the shape of a lightsaber in his hand!
Condensate into shape!
Sure enough, he has reached the realm of a sword saint warrior!
Several sect elders around all exclaimed in a low voice-legend has it that Mr. Mid-Autumn has reached the realm of a sword saint warrior, but no one has seen him make a move in these years. At this moment, he did it, and it really confirmed everyone's A guess of his strength! Even Roddy raised his eyebrows!
The first warrior of the empire really deserves its reputation!
No one noticed, but His Majesty the Pope Corsica VI had a glare in his eyes, but he showed a glimpse of relief—that look seemed to be finally relieved...
"Sure enough, he is just a sword saint warrior."
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Simang smiled coldly: "Mr. Qiu, with your vindictive lightsaber, do you think you can fight my spear? The dragon of that kid just now..."
As he was about to continue, Mr. Qiu raised his eyebrows and immediately interrupted him and shouted, "Say more unintentional, let's do it!"
The lightsaber in his hand gently pierced out with Huo Huo's arrogance!
It's like an antelope hanging its horns, like a chestnut in the ocean. He gathered the supreme fighting spirit that a top warrior could gather, and the illusion of this fighting spirit lightsaber, everyone thought that his next blow would be a shocking one, but he did not expect that he just looked like this. Stabbed out casually and lightly! !
"Huh?" Just when everyone was surprised.
Only a strange color flashed in Roddy's eyes, as if he had realized something faintly, and his heart moved...
Simang seemed to feel suffocated in his heart. The opponent's seemingly understatement made him feel a sense of powerlessness, as if the dazzling sword in front of him was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes. I can't resist, I can't dodge...
It seemed that this sword had completely sealed all his escape routes to dodge! The only way to jump is hard resistance!
Simao instinctively swung out the lightsaber with the spear in his hand! With the magic weapon "Dracula's Spear", anything that condenses grudge into a sword will be smashed by a spear!
Sure enough, Mr. Qiu’s lightsaber had just touched the spear in Simao’s hand, and immediately made a soft sound, as if something was broken. The black energy on the "Dracula’s Spear" immediately turned the flames into flames. The Qi sword swallowed, and then the flame-like sword immediately dispersed...
No way? Such a defeat?
Before the thoughts in the people's minds flashed through, they heard Simao's exclamation, and then a strong slender palm was firmly grasped on the spear!
A mocking look flashed in Mr. Qiu's eyes, and Simang's heart was immediately chilled.
He tried to the spear from the opponent's single hand, and suddenly felt his body stiff, as if an invisible shackle in the air had bound his whole body!
He blurted out and screamed: "Impossible, you..."
A trace of evil spirit flashed in Mr. Qiu's eyes, and he suddenly kicked Simang out. Simang flew out fiercely and hit the ground, looking at Mr. Qiu in surprise! Mr. Qiu lightly held the spear he grabbed from him, and the mockery in his eyes made Simong almost stared out of his eyes with surprise.
How did he do it?
How did he do it?
Why can't I move my whole body at that moment? Why did it seem that all the strength of my body was drained at that moment?
Ignoring the astonishment of the bishops around him, Mr. Qiu grabbed the "Dracula's Spear" in his hand, and his mouth seemed to move.
Simao immediately seemed to hear a small voice coming into his ears.
"Sorry, you know too much, you can't keep it."
As soon as the voice fell, Mr. Qiu's hand was already raised, and the spear with endless black arrogance turned into a black light and flew out, stab Simang's chest fiercely, and nailed him to the ground!
Simao screamed, and his body immediately burned. A black flame swallowed him inside, and it turned into fly ash within a short time... Only a black "Dracula's Spear" was left on the ground. !
Mr. Qiu sighed softly, turned and bowed to Pope Corsica VI: "Your Majesty, I have killed this blood."
The expression on the Pope’s face seemed very complicated. After a long pause, he finally said bitterly from his mouth: "Sword Saint Warrior, really well-deserved."
Mr. Qiu nodded, and without looking at the bishops around him, he walked to Roddy and said in a low voice: "Let's go. Quick!"
Seeing Mr. Qiu grabbed the boy to leave, His Majesty the Pope frowned and said, "Mr. Qiu, this young man..."
Mr. Qiu stopped, glanced at the Pope, and said faintly: "I just recognized him by standing next to him. He is an old man of mine. When he was young, I pointed out his kendo, which he used just now. Ban Yue Zhan, I taught him back then. It’s just that I didn’t recognize it when I was in the sky.

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qiu glanced at Roddy and said lightly: "You are not afraid of powerful enemies tonight, and you stand alone against these unpredictable guys. Very good! Your Majesty knows that you will be rewarded."
When Mr. Qiu said these words, even the Pope would have nothing to say... People kindly ran out to fight against this blood clan alone, what else does he have to say? Although Mr. Qiu always respected himself as his Majesty, after all, he was just a religious leader, and the other party was a member of the court and was not under his own jurisdiction. Respect is respect, but the order is exempt...
It's just that he didn't expect that the "unpredictable guy" in Mr. Qiu's mouth was not about the blood.
Roddy looked at the Prince's Mansion castle that had collapsed in half behind him, smiled slightly, and left with Mr. Qiu.