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She raised her fingers and slowly slid across the edge of the blade of the Grim Reaper's Scythe. The sharp blade appeared with cold energy ripples along with her fingertips. As her emotions changed, the deep darkness behind her also became even more intense.

In this darkness, a pair of cold and evil demonic eyes were staring at Wang Yan below, as if this darkness was connecting to the gate of hell. A giant claw could be extended at any time and drag Wang Yan into the endless hell.

The three-legged golden crow let out a "gudong" and swallowed a little. Lao Wang must have done something unspeakable to these two powerful and beautiful women. If I stay here, I will probably be terrible to be implicated.

"Uh, that, I suddenly remembered that there was something to be busy with, so I took a step first." After that, the three-legged golden crow got up tremblingly, turned around and flapped its wings and was about to fly away, but Wang Yan grabbed the neck and pulled it back.

"Woo, this is another move." The three-legged golden crow was about to cry without tears. I always felt that I would die at your old king's hands sooner or later.

Wang Yan couldn't help but jump. He could already figure out the general situation clearly.

However, when he was stared at by more than 400 people, he felt like a teenage mouse lying on the experimental bench. It was definitely more terrifying than falling into the encirclement of the Japanese Alliance.

Especially those two saints, looking at the momentum, tsk, even the phantom of the Dharma image came out, and they would not have to eat themselves completely, but they would have to use some lynching, right?

Uncle Pao is right, some women really can't mess with them.

...

Wang Yan's eyes turned, danger was dangerous, but fortunately there was still a little distance between them.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile innocently.

"That, the misunderstanding is a complete misunderstanding. I just happened to pass by here. Oh, you guys seem to be very busy, don't worry about me, you guys are busy, keep busy."

While he said, he waved his hands a few times to the crowd around him in sweat.

Just then.

He suddenly turned around, expanded his wings, stepped heavily on the ground, bringing a circle of air waves mixed with Mars.

The air wave rose from the ground, and at this moment, he had already flew out more than ten meters above the ground. The speed was as fast as a flying swallow passing by the water, which made everyone inside and outside the battlefield secretly shocked.

What a joke? I haven't left at this time, and I'm waiting to be scored by the two major churches, more than 400 people take turns to win points?

"Hmph, Wang Yan, don't want to escape again this time!"

The saint of light, Lulu, slammed her light wings behind her, and the golden air flow rushed straight to the ground. She flew out like a golden eagle.

Behind her, the little angel Beibei glared at the sheep-headed demon king opposite, raised his wings like a golden meteor, following Lulu and chasing Wang Yan.

"Son of Fire, please stop for this saint and let this saint peel you off!"

The dark saint Catherine snorted softly, and the magic circle engraved in the pupil of her left eye emitted a dazzling light.

The sheep-headed demon king Bafumi, who was standing below her, suddenly screamed as if he was injected with chicken blood, and waved away several werewolfs standing in front of it. "Dongdongdongdong" took heavy steps one after another, like a raging bulldozer, rushing into the sea of ​​sand.

The demon wings behind Catherine squirmed, and the rich darkness made her whole body like a black whirlwind, following her tightly.

"I have something to do, so I don't have to send you my two sisters." Wang Yan raised his hand without looking back and waved it.

Then he stepped a sharp step under his feet, and his direction of progress immediately changed. He was as quick as a bolt of lightning, and immediately turned a big bend in the sea of ​​sand.

This is the experience he summarized during the Japanese Alliance's encirclement and suppression, and it is also the reason why he did not choose to fly directly when he was encircled and suppressed.

Although he can fly in the air, suddenly taking off in the encirclement will cause a brief pause and will undoubtedly become a conspicuous target. Moreover, in the air, the force points are far less than the ground. Flying close to the ground like this is much more flexible than flying in the air, and it is easier to hide and hide with cover.

At this time, Wang Yan flew against the ground, fast and agile, but the two saints were both powerful and with one move, their speed was no worse than him.

In addition, they also had two equally powerful war pet helpers. The two women and two helpers lined up above the sand sea, following closely behind. In just two or three breaths, they had already flew out more than a hundred meters.

"Lulu is safe to chase Lao Wang. With this holy war, this holy son will definitely blow up those evil dark cultists!"

The Son of Light, Wright, held up the warhammer and rushed down the dunes with a group of holy knights.

On the other side, the Dark Son Stewart also rushed back from the opposite side with a group of fierce and hideous werewolf.

"His Highness Catherine, just go after the Son of Flame. This holy war will never disappoint you!" The Dark Holy Son shouted loudly, and the black air was lingering around him.

The members of both sides also showed high fighting spirit at this critical moment.

"Go ahead, fuck those dark dogs to death!"

"Let's rush together and kill those light pigs!"

"Kill!"

As the shouts and kills were getting closer, the two saints chased Wang Yan, and they were getting farther and farther away until they finally disappeared from the end of their sight.

At this time, the two saints who led the team to charge finally reached the point of facing each other.

The Son of Light, Wright, had a cold face, a tall figure, and a silver armor, holy and proud, making him look like the incarnation of justice and all evil nemesis.

At this time, he stood in the middle of the battlefield, and his eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit when he looked at the opposite Saint Son.

The Dark Son was not showing any weakness. He stood in front of Wright, with his hands wrapped around his chest, and his body was full of evil spirits. The black aura surrounding him seemed to swallow even the light around him.

Members from both sides all held their weapons tightly, held their breath and stood behind the two holy sons.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and the will from light and dark collided violently at this moment. The strong fighting spirit caused the sky to be densely covered with clouds and blocked the sunshine.

A strong wind carrying sand and dust blew through the battlefield. In the gaps of the thick clouds, a ray of sunlight shone on the face of a young sacred knight.

The cruel battle left his armor covered with scars and ragged cloaks, swinging in the wind behind him, and there was a bloody scratch on his face that had not yet subsided.

Despite his condition being so low, he still held his shield and sword tightly and stood firmly in the front row of the team.

Opposite the young knight, there is a werewolf who is not very old.

At this time, the werewolf had a cloth strip wrapped around his left arm, which was swollen. There were several big holes in his chest and abdomen. Although it had scabbed, the smell of blood was still spreading around him.

His beast's eyes were wide open and he stared at the opposite side. Although his eyes were full of fatigue, his strong body had no intention of retreating.

There are many warriors similar to them on the battlefield, and almost everyone here has some scars, but even so, they still insist on standing on the front line.

Perhaps it is precisely because of their bravery and fearlessness that the image of the Holy See of Light and the Dark Council will continue to rise and stand firm in the long river of history.

The atmosphere floating on the battlefield was terrifying and tragic, and even the sounds around seemed to have quieted down unknowingly.

The crowds of viewers in the Youth Conference venue stared at the main screen with their breath. The series of twists and surprises just now made them look like they were riding a roller coaster and were intoxicated.

At this time, they were concerned about the entanglement between Wang Yan and the two saints, and also about the result of the fourth holy war.

Although there are no two saints, the members of both sides have reached their limits. The victory or defeat of light and darkness may appear in this battle.

In the middle of the battlefield, the two saints stood in the wind and sand, looking at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, an elusive luster flashed in the eyes of the Dark Son.

At this time, he changed his arrogant and domineering attitude and looked at the Holy Son of Light, a kind of depth that had never been seen before appeared.

He took a deep breath of dry breath in the desert, and his thirsty lips moved up and down, as if he had made up some major decision. After a long time, he slowly spoke, "We can't fight anymore."

When he said this sentence, he felt mixed emotions. If the other party refused or even laughed at him, this scene would become a great humiliation in his life.

But his instinct told him again that he could try it.

The reason why he dared to say this at such a moment was because he saw the same thing as himself in the eyes of the other party.

The same perseverance, the same helplessness, the same compassion... the many and the same emotions made the Dark Son feel that he had to speak out the voice in his heart.

After all, if you continue to fight, both sides will be greatly damaged, not to mention that the battle started by the Son of Fire, this man made him fight to the death. I was really unwilling to accept it.

His eyes were staring at the eyes of the Holy Son of Light opposite him, and his heart almost hung in his throat.

Suddenly, the Holy Son of Light moved.

A complex luster flowed through his eyes as he looked at the Dark Son, and the atmosphere became more and more tense.

After a long time, the Holy Son of Light slowly answered, "Okay, let's not fight anymore, we will make an appointment another day."

The dark holy son's tense nerve finally relaxed. Both sides smiled slightly. They both received high affirmation and respect in each other's eyes.

"Clang."

Both the Holy Sons threw the weapons in their hands to the ground, took a step forward, and hugged each other tightly.

The many fighting members behind the two saints all breathed a sigh of relief. Some of them suddenly collapsed on the ground and looked up at the sky. A feeling of surviving the disaster echoed in their hearts for a long time.

Some members were still standing there and crying in a daze, "I finally stopped fighting. I almost felt like I was going to die just now, wuwu."

...

The atmosphere suddenly became strange and harmonious from nowhere.

A light breeze blew, and the entire Youth Conference venue was silent, and all the audience members were stunned.

What's going on?

What about the promised jihad? What about the promised jihad?

The most important thing is, what happened to the two holy sons? They actually hugged each other!
Chapter completed!