Chapter 145 War Ten Saints

The leading man in white also looks only in his forties, holding a huge red sword in his hand. With a 1.85 meter in his strong body, he looks extremely powerful, especially his eyes, as if he has experienced the baptism of countless battles. The chest rotates a milky holy hole, which reaches the level of fighting saint or fighting god, and it is no longer possible to accurately distinguish its specific level. You can only feel the level strength of fighting saint and fighting god by soul power. But even so, Xuanmo can obviously feel that the strength of this middle-aged man in white has definitely reached eighty-nine levels, because he is not just as simple as Dousheng.

"You are Xuanmo, right? Hello, my name is Intoxicated. I'm from Miwu City. This time I want to invite you to come with us. The leading man in white seemed to be very polite.

When Xuanmo heard the chief intoxicated that he came from the Miwu City, the anger in his heart suddenly rose. Jingyun's tragic death, Xuanye's departure, and the destruction of his home all appeared in front of him again. The hatred seemed to be innate and seemed to have accumulated for thousands of years. Suddenly, Xuanmo's voice suddenly became extremely gloomy, "Does that mean that all the villagers in the dark city have been killed by you?"

With an intoxicated and contemptuous smile, "Ha ha! Those villagers? That's the end of their failure to cooperate with us. It's not our fault, don't you know? No one on this continent dares to disobey us. Since they don't cooperate, they will only end up with extinction.

"You untrustworthy guys, didn't you promise us that as long as we don't go out, we won't violate the river? More than 300 people, more than 1,000 people died in this way. They are just some civilians. How can you be so cruel in Wucheng? You have no humanity." At this time, it was the owner of the Dark City who opened his mouth. In the night, his anger at this time also rose to the extreme in an instant. More than 1,000 people in the village died in an instant. It can be said that no one is more painful than his current mood.

"Haha! Old Night, even if you are a fighting god, you can't defeat us. What qualifications do you have to negotiate with us in Wucheng? Let me tell you, if you don't hand over this Xuanmo obediently today, it will be the time for the destruction of your dark city. He laughed intoxicated and contemptuously.

As soon as he finished speaking, the night also laughed at the same time, "Haha! Intoxicated, let me tell you, since you are so unrighteous in Wucheng, the people in my dark city are not afraid of death, not to mention that Xuanmo is still the dark son we are looking for, so even if we try our best to protect his safety.

In fact, when Xuanmo knew that these people came to arrest him, he was very puzzled. Why did the night protect him so much without directly telling these people that he had gone to the cave of the underworld? Wouldn't that not only protect the dark city, but also put these people in danger? Now, when the night said that he was the son of darkness, he also understood the reason why the night protected him so much. He must have been intoxicated and told him.

At this time, Xuanmo's gloomy voice sounded again, "Guys in Wucheng, I knew you don't have a good person. I tell you that none of you can leave today. I want you to pay for your actions."

"Come out, Feng'er!"

With the sound of a loud phoenix, the shadow fire phoenix flew out of the ink bamboo bracelet in an instant.

"Ghosts and gods sleeping in endless hell, please open your dark eyes, please lift the chains wrapped around the ghost's arms, and obey my call! Wake up! The soul of ghost crying!"

Suddenly, the ghost arm appeared, and Kaijia, the god of shadow, was instantly possessed, and purple and black vertical light kept flashing behind him. The gloomy and cold energy of fear also began to spread around Xuanmo.

When one side was intoxicated and saw the change of Xuanmo, he also said, "Is this ghost crying? The only extinct ghost cry among the four clans.

When the night saw the change of Xuanmo, he smiled faintly, "It's really the son of darkness we are looking for. Will our dark city really be saved by him? Twelve days has been upgraded to twelve levels, and perhaps only this son of darkness can do it.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly shouted intoxicatedly, "Double fire, double soil, double wind, go and catch him!"

Seen, six people in white rushed to Xuanmo in different directions.

And the next moment, a voice also sounded, "The dark fighters of the dark city all obeyed my orders and tried their best to protect Xuanmo. He is our dark son."

When more than 60 dark fighters heard that Xuanmo was the son of darkness, they were first full of surprise, and then their faces were full of surprise. In fact, they also did not understand the reason why the night let them fight to the death with these ten white men. At this moment, after hearing the night say that Xuanmo was the son of darkness, they suddenly realized that they also Of course, they all know the importance of the son of darkness to them. So at the first time, he quickly intercepted the six people in white who attacked Xuanmo.

And Xuanmo didn't seem to be afraid of the six people in white. Mingyan's knife instantly held his right hand, and the cold breath of fear from hell was released again.

"Feng'er, protect Nan'er!" After receiving Xuanmo's order, Fenger immediately put Zinan on her back.

Without worries, Xuanmo quickly started the ghost walk and entered the enemy's array with the Mingyan killing knife in his hand. Xuanmo, which has reached the 61st level, has long been different. It has made another qualitative leap in speed, defense and attack power. You know, Xuanmo is not an ordinary fighter. He is a dark fire double fighter. The dark fire double fighter has an advantage over ordinary fighter, not to mention the dark fire double fighter after the ghost cry wakes up.

"Bum! Bang!" The sparks of the sword collision splashed everywhere, and Xuanmo and the two wind fighters retreated at the same time, "Puff!" A mouthful of blood spewed out of Xuanmo's mouth. After all, Dousheng is a Dousheng, and the magic gap is always huge, but the two wind fighters are obviously also a burst of blood. They never thought that a fighter with only 61st level could have such great power.

However, of course, Xuanmo will not admit defeat. What's more, in the face of the people in the mysterious city, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and continued to rush to the enemy array. With a "hoo", the prisoner of Yan had condensed in his right hand, and even the Mingyan death knife in his hand burned a golden red flame.

And on the other side, the night also fought with the other four saints.