Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Facing the attack of a Ninety Divine Rank master, Xiao Lin did not dare to be careless, so he hurriedly jumped and dodged.

More than a dozen pitch-black steel needles rubbed the corners of own clothes, and they were obviously soaked with poison, making Xiao Lin's clothes appear a kind of charred black.

If you were directly stabbed in your body, the consequences would be disastrous!

Immediately, Xiao Lin entered a state of full concentration, summoning the corpse king magic sword from the storage ring, and the blade pointed directly at Ning Fu Lian's chest and pierced it.

Ning Fu Lian also sacrificed his own weapon-took off the hat on his head.

The hat was in Ning Fu Lian's hands, surrounded by a layer of faint purple smoke, surrounded by a circle of sharp spikes, as if it was also a rare Divine Armament.

The two fought each other on the spot, and the match for a time was difficult to distinguish.

Although Xiao Lin forcibly dragged Ning Fu Lian directly into the close hand-to-hand combat in order to exploit his strengths and avoid weaknesses, he still did not take advantage of it.

"I don't see that you woman not only runs fast, but also has good skill."

Xiao Lin couldn't help frowning, his sword-out movement became more and more chaotic.

Ning Fu Lian found the opportunity, and suddenly swiped the hat in his palm, like a circular saw, attacking Xiao Lin's wrist from a blind corner that could not be avoided.

Xiao Lin's heart was tight, and to prevent his left hand from being chopped off directly, he had to be forced to throw his sword out to dodge.

The corpse king demon sword slammed into the ground, but the hat drew an arc in the air and returned to Ning Fu Lian's hands.

"Who is strong and who is weak, has already been judged?"

Ning Fu Lian put the hat back on her head again, and said with a sneer: "With your invulnerable skills, if you don't use treacherous means, you won't be my opponent at all."

"You are right, you are really strong."

Xiao Lin shrugged and said with a smile: "But why do I have to do it myself if I want to solve you?"

Ning Fu Lian was startled slightly and frowned suspiciously.

In the next second, the sky, which was already dark, became even more bleak, and the whole world trembled violently, with strong winds, flying sand and rocks everywhere.

Around Ning Fu Lian's body, four winds of more than ten meters high were blowing from east to west, as if it turned into a weird formation, completely surrounding her in the middle.

Feeling the strong force in the gang wind, Ning Fu Lian couldn't help but show horror: "This...what is this?!"

"This is the power of the strong that the weak like you will never feel!"

The wind on the north side gradually subsided, and Qiu Luo stepped forward with a double axe in his hand, with a contemptuous smile on his face.

The moment Qiu Luo appeared, the murderous intent on the 99th-level divine rank master was released, and Ning Fu Lian's eyes showed a touch of horror in an instant.

But after that, the other three winds also appeared calmly.

"So this is the witch who turns us around."

Heavenly Sword and Heavenly Sword stood there separately, and shouted in a cold voice, "No one has dared to tease the Eight Venerable under Emperor Ming, you have to pay for what you do!"

And what came out of the gang wind behind was the sky shield standing with a huge shield and full of murderous air.

"You woman should be beheaded if you are trying to hurt my lord!"

Surrounded by four superb masters of rank ninety-nine of the gods, Ning Fu Lian could no longer be as calm as before, with a pale face and cold sweat on his face, and his face was full of deep fear.

Ningfu couldn't help looking at Xiao Lin in the distance with pity, and Xiao Lin also responded with a smile.

Why, why does this guy who can only use physical skills have four such terrifying subordinates?

Ning Fu Lian has traveled north and south for many years, spanning major states, and has never faced such a desperate situation.

"Don't talk nonsense with this woman, kill her!"

Tian Dao drew out Xuan Ming's big knife and sternly shouted: "Use this woman's head to soothe the panic-stricken folks!"

The Heavenly Sword stood holding the Underworld Sword, and said with a smile, "Heavenly Sword, don't worry."

"Isn't it a bit bad for us big men to bully a weak woman together?"

"In that case, I will solve it!"

Tiandun screamed, his feet leaped into the air with force, and the huge shield in his palm slammed towards Ning Fu Lian.

Ning Fu Lian's expression changed, and he hurried back with a hat.

The hat that had just forced Xiao Lin to his head, had no resistance in front of the huge shield of the sky shield, and was directly smashed into a hideous crack.

Ning Fu Lian's pupils shrank slightly, and a touch of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

After Tiandun's blow, he took two steps back and stood still.

Without waiting for Ning Fu Lian to come back to his senses, Qiu Luo followed behind with the giant axe.

Qiuluo's attack power and destructive power are much stronger than Skyshield, second to none in the eight Venerable.

Facing the sky shield just now, Ning Fu Lian tried his best and could barely resist.

At this time, facing Qiuluo again, Ning Fu Lian did not have the slightest strength to fight back, her legs trembled suddenly, fell to her knees with a thump, and her knees were deeply embedded in the ground.

"Oh, it seems that we don't need to act."

Heavenly Sword and Heavenly Sword stood aside, with contemptuous smiles on their faces.

Ning Fu Lian's eyes under the mask were full of deep shock, trembling and clenching his fists.

"You...you people remember, I will never let you go!"

"Sooner or later, I will return to you ten times the humiliation I suffered today!"

"Stubborn woman, you don't have a'after' anymore!"

The Heavenly Sword grasped the Xuanming Broadsword and slammed it down at Ning Fu Lian. The blade contained a powerful force of thunder, and seemed to be ready to directly end Ning Fu Lian's life with a single blow.

However, when the sky sword was about to hit, Ning Fu Lian's body suddenly surrounded by thick black smoke.

In the next second, the black smoke turned into countless dark crows, flapping their wings, and let out a hoarse and unpleasant cry.

The Heavenly Sword used a full-strength Xuanming Sword to slash the ground, splitting a crack that was tens of meters deep, causing the rugged stone thorns to violently violently.

"Run... ran away?!"

The four of Qiuluo, Tiandun, Tiandao, and Tianjian couldn't help being shocked, and Xiao Lin in the distance also frowned slightly.

Escape by transforming into a crow is unheard of by Xiao Lin.

But for some reason, the group of black-feathered crows that were as black as ink made Xiao Lin feel a sense of familiarity that had been long-lost.

Just as Xiao Lin frowned and thought, a cold female voice behind him: "The crow is the most sacred animal of the undead. In their minds, the crow symbolizes bad luck and ignorance, and is extremely compatible with the creed of the undead."

Xiao Lin and the four Venerable turned their heads to see that it was Luo Zhiqiu who had come from a distance.

Xiao Lin questioned: "Xiao Qiu, what do you mean...?"

"Controlling crows and transforming crows are both witchcraft secrets that can only be mastered by wizards of the higher undead race."

Luo Zhiqiu said solemnly: "Brother, if I am not mistaken, the woman who used the crow transformation technique to escape should be an undead expert at the level of the ancestor of the zombie."

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