Chapter 183 The Envelope of the Eight Saints

The eight saints of the magical guild and Nise thought they were ghosts unconsciously. They never thought that the eyes that had been hiding under the silver face in the field looked straight at their eyebrows.

Conspiracy! As soon as this idea flashed from the bottom of Ling's heart, two royal holy leaders and a light holy demon rushed towards him. The gap between the holy strongmen is mainly reflected in the proficiency of the understanding of the rules. Basically, the battle between the holy strong is within three levels, and they can completely rely on their own strength, special combat skills and a little luck to complete the leap-by killing. Of course, some potential perverts have both magic weapons and powerful combat skills, such as Ling Li, who holds a dark sword, and there are almost no enemies within the third level.

But if the gap exceeds level 5, the possibility of crossing the level is very slim. Otherwise, Ling Li, who can't use the blade storm and the invincible broken sword, will have nothing to do with Zhuo Ya, the Eight Saints. The defensive power of the ghost shield exerted by the 10th-level magician can be described as a pervert. Even if it is a thousand tripod, it is difficult to shake it. Moreover, his understanding of the law is not comparable to that of Ling Wei, a sword saint who has just been promoted to the holy level for less than half a month.

I don't know what the strength of the sword saint called Marus is?

"Sunshine!" The spell of the light demon interrupted Ling Li's thoughts. Ling Qian raised his head slightly, and the short-haired light demon man's face flashed with a sacred and solemn look. He reached out and gently twisted it forward, as if he had caught a slight streamer and put it on his chest. In an instant, the vast light energy appeared out of thin air.

The same simple light magic can exert several times its power in the hands of the holy demon. The light holy demon made a move, and the sunshine magic blinked in front of Ling Li. At the same time, in the sky, a man with an axe and a gun came aggressively at him.

"Phantom split!" Although Ling Wei is very confident in his strength, he is not so conceited that he chooses to attack three holy strong men. The phantom split swordsmanship was used, and his figure flashed gently and immediately transformed into two "silver-faced sword saints". The two splits looked at each other, nodded as if they had their own souls, held the two silver-white snow-like swords summoned from the iron sword space in an instant, and jumped up against the enemies in the sky.

Under the mask, the corners of Ling's mouth slightly raised, and he suddenly thought of a crazy idea. Time seems to have slowed down tens of millions of times. In Ling Li's eyes, the sun magic came slowly at a slow and strange speed. Ling Wei did not retreat. When the afterglow of magic was about to touch his body, Ling Wei finally stepped forward with his left foot. At this moment, he saw how similar the smiling smile of the other party's holy demon's mouth was to his own.

Sunshine magic exploded, and the energy light wave it produced made it difficult for ordinary people to open their eyes. Even some closer holy-level strongmen narrowed their eyes slightly to ease their slightly tingling eyes.

The strong light finally dissipated, revealing the empty bloody land. At the same time, the smile on the face of the light demon was stiff. He couldn't be more clear about his strength. The sun magic is not weak, but it is not strong enough to blow up a holy strong man to ashes.

"Bum..." Two voices, Ling's two splits were smashed. Then came the rude complaint, "Fuck, it's fake."

The uneasy mood enveloped the light demon, and the blue sword saint must be waiting for an opportunity to attack himself nearby. The Holy Devil couldn't help taking a step back and used his spiritual power to strengthen the Holy Light Shield to be a little relieved. He hates this unknown feeling, as if his life is threatened at any time.

Suddenly, he felt a chill on his back, and a burst of heat burned his back again. How can you have such an inexplicable feeling? However, the next hot pain in his chest forced him to lower his head.

A dark sword stabbed out of his chest. He finally understood that the heat was his own blood. He was stabbed from behind. However, I have a holy light shield! The light demon's throat was sweet and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Because of the loss of spiritual support, the Holy Light Shield turned into a little brilliance and scattered in the cold air. And his people also fell down softly and turned into a dead body.

Success? Learn another trick! Ling Wei seemed to have found a new continent and was in a very good mood. This is really a perverted trick, and the single cross-space has been used vividly by him. At that moment, he stepped directly into the Holy Light Shield. And give the holy devil a fatal blow from behind without warning!

The silver-faced sword saint's sword killed the light demon with the holy light shield, stunned many distracted people. Even the sword saint Marus couldn't help looking sideways.

"Noath is dark!" Saint Modia finally lost his patience. He crossed his hands around his chest, and the holy magic was summoned again. The black hole reappeared, and the horrible thunder clouds rolled in. When the doomsday came, the black thunder came down crazily. The whole blood wolf branch shook. The dark thunder hit the wall and fell down the blockbuster.

Five dark thunders were split from the sky at the same time, three of which were aimed at the three surrounded blood wolf killers, one at Ling Li, and the other unexpectedly "devised" towards a brave man in the temple.

The brave man is fighting with the sword saint Marus with all his strength. Feeling the energy movement between heaven and earth, he naively thought that the eight saints sent by the magic guild would finally help them. How can I know that death is approaching step by step?

Since Noah's secret use, Ling Li has been paying attention to the movement around him. His body moved quickly, leaving rows of cyan figures, and finally dodged the dark thunder with horrible energy.

And the brave man of the temple was not so lucky. Lightning hit him who was about to bounce up and dodge Marus's blow. The brave man only felt that his whole body was penetrated by a strong bone-eating electricity, and then his chest was in sharp pain. A black sword has pierced his heart. The blood flowed down the blood tank on the dark sword that Marus had not yet pulled out, and fell into beautiful blood flowers.

The brave man raised his head, and the last thing he saw was Marus's strange smile.

At this time, there are only three strong men left in the temple!

Another few dark thunders came down, but this time he "targeted" very accurately. Three bloody wolf killers were inadvertently hit, and their protection was fragmented. Then he encountered endless combat skills...

Killing, whipping corpses... a repeat of the tragic scene.

Except for Ling and Marus, all the other blood wolf killers were killed under the attack of Noah's dark magic!

"The last one! Cut your heart!" Marus's deep voice sounded and jumped out with a fresh heart. The strong men sent by the temple were completely destroyed!

"What a great swordsman!" Ling Wei was amazed in his heart. He is obviously a blood wolf killer, why does he have a vague sense of uneasiness?

At this time, the holy strong men of the magic guild and the royal family once again lost several people. It adds up to 25. The loss is extremely heavy.

" Shura!" Zhuo Ya waved his robe and everyone stopped. The holy strongmen of the royal family and the magic guild returned to their respective positions and stood in front of Nissau and the black-robed holy demon.

Saint Mo Zhuoya said in an irrefutable tone, "Sura, the strength you have shown makes me really unbear to kill you! Return to me. You will gain unparalleled glory and strength.

"Impossible." Ling Wei said neither humble nor arrogantly, and his body stood upright like a javelin, as if showing his unyielding will to his enemies.

"Hmm, the blood wolf killers are stubborn. I didn't expect that even you were no exception, Shura, you really let me down!" The eight saints may really cherish their talents. He was extremely patient with the silver-faced sword saint who didn't know how many saints he had killed. He saw that the silver-faced Shura had been using the black magic spirit on the dark sword, mistakenly thinking that Ling Li was also a person with dark attributes.

"How can you be disappointed?" Ling Wei said jokingly.

"Sura, if you join me, I promise to triple your cultivation speed." Almost no martial artist can resist this kind of **. Zhuoya is full of confidence in his recruitment plan. Even some strong royals in front of Nisu began to be moved.

"You lied to me." A cold voice came from the silver mask.

"Ha ha, I don't mind your ignorance. As long as you are willing to join my account, I promise not to go up." Zhuo Ya felt that the Shura had been moved, and he only thought that Ling Wei's words were slightly suspicious of the incredible three times the speed of cultivation.

"Hmm." The silver-faced sword saint smiled strangely. Under the mask, his eyes turned to the Eight Saints and said, "What do you take to make me believe you?"

The Eight Saints are more sure of their speculation. The sword saint in blue has been attracted by the generous conditions he has given. As long as he dispels the little concern in his heart, he is not afraid that he will not join. In this way, hehe. If he can recruit this silver-faced sword saint with extraordinary strength and extraordinary potential, his position in front of the "Emperor" will also rise.

Hmm, the Three Saints, although the first sword Saint Marus under your command is strong, in terms of potential, how can he compare with this silver-faced sword saint? As long as I have this sword saint and cultivate it carefully for a period of time, I will be able to surpass the sword saint Malus in a few years. Although wearing a mask, the eight saints who know countless people are sure that this silver-faced swordsman is very young. But he still underestimated Ling Li. How many years? If he can foresee the future, he should know that it won't take that long.

He was not angry when he saw that the silver-faced sword saint was a little disrespectful. The mountain of wrinkles on the old face of the Eight Saints condensed gently. He looked around cautiously and said, "Can Shura take a step to speak?"

Although Ling Li is very interested in the threefold cultivation speed, his disgust for black-robed people prevails. And three times the speed of cultivation?

Ling Li suddenly remembered Truss's words. Is it possible that he regarded me as a person with dark attributes?

In full view of the public, the silver sword saint in blue put away the dark sword. He held it all in his hands, and a surging blue wind power emerged.

Ling Wei pretended to be sorry and said, "Ha ha, Earl's body, I'm also very interested. It's a pity that there is no blessing!" As soon as these words came out, the black-robed Zhuoya and the sword saint Marus were shocked.

Seeing that Ling Wei was not a person with a dark attribute, the strong murder permeated Zhuo Ya's heart. How could he know Earl's body? Based on this alone, he must be killed today!