Demon Sword God

"And, the stingy guy is not here yet. If the stingy guy is here, it will definitely surpass you." When he heard that he lost in the end, Becath couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.

"Are you very unwilling to accept the loss?" It was just a gap, and it was indeed very annoying to lose. Lisa couldn't help but smile. The people from the black sect in front of her were really interesting, which was very similar to the evil and dark image in the legend.

The big difference is more like a group of children who refuse to admit defeat.

"If you lose, you lose. You don't need to be convinced or not, but I'm looking forward to our next competition." Qing Ming raised his lips and showed a playful smile.

"Okay, our Fengyun Mercenary Group accepts the challenge at any time." Changsun Zhilei's face did not change and agreed directly.

"I wonder what the two commanders should call them?" A middle-aged eighth-level swordsman who looked honest and honest came up with his fists. If the melee just now was not the warning of the glorious paladin, he would be at the outermost part of the camp.

The brothers in the middle and lower mercenaries will definitely be the first to suffer.

"Fengyun Mercenary Group, the leader of the regiment Changsun Zhilei." Changsun Zhilei replied politely.

"Tiandao Mercenary Group, Deputy Commander." Qing Ming missed his name normally.

"Captain Shawang doesn't need to be so polite to the younger generation." Behind Captain Shawang, a short-haired male warrior dressed in a black leather armor and bearded, sarcastically sarcastically. He immediately brought hatred from all members of the Heavenly Dao and Fengyun.

"No, life-saving grace is not different from age or generation." As he said that, Captain Shawang was about to kneel down to Changsun Zhilei, and Changsun Zhilei hurriedly helped Shawang up.

"The senior is so rude. As a human being, he should have shared the same hatred against the demons, so how can he save his life?"

"Hmph...it's just a glorious knight." Seeing that the King of Sands was demoted to someone who was inferior to him, the warrior with a black leather armor and a moustache snorted coldly and turned around and left without slashing it.

This provocative remark was about to arouse the rebuttal of Fengyun Mercenaries, but Qing Ming robbed him first.

"Is it just a Knight of Glory? Haha..."

"What do you mean?" The black-skinned mustache suddenly turned around and looked at Qing Ming with a hostile look on his face.

"It's not interesting, I just can't stand some people saying that grapes are sour when they can't eat them." Qing Ming put his hands in front of his chest, and his expression jokingly looked at the man in front of him.

Seeing the black-skinned mustache with a beard, her face turned red quickly, and then turned from red to blue.

"Are you mocking me?" The black-skinned bearded man said as he wanted to go forward to argue, but was stopped by Captain Shawang.

"Ox is OK, go back..." As he said that, the King of Sand pushed Ox into the camp and into a tent.

"That person..." Changsun Zhilei recalled that she had just felt a familiar aura from the other person, but for a moment she couldn't think of what made her feel familiar and unfamiliar.

"It's the Delak people, one of the Western tribes who were destroyed by the Radiant Paladin." Carlody pushed the glasses on his nose and said calmly.

"Dalak people? The tribe who was strangled by the Knight of Light because of being tempted by the demons to study black magic, and was later forgiven and persuaded to cleanse one's hearts and faces?" Lisa was stunned for a moment when she heard this term. Changsun Zhilei was Guanghui.

Everyone knows the Paladins themselves, but the Radiant Paladin brings not only endless glory, but also the joint strangulation of dark hostile forces. The Delaks happen to be the group that has a grudge against the Radiant Paladin.