1461 Stop Talking

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On the other side of the battlefield, a burst of explosions continued in the withered forest. The Seventh Elder, who managed to break out of the encirclement with great difficulty, held the wound on his abdomen and let the blood squeeze out from between his fingers.

He staggered to avoid a fireball flying behind him, and jumped to speed up his speed again.

Trying to trade injuries for injuries, he has injured three masters of the Alan Hill Empire. Those injured masters seem to follow a game rule drawn up by themselves. As long as they are injured, they will withdraw from the hunt and never show up again.

It could be seen that the other party wanted to take the head of the Seventh Elder without losing anyone.

The Seventh Elder didn't give it for nothing. After he saw that the opponent was saving his life, he adopted this crazy way of playing with injuries in exchange for injuries.

It is his tactic to put them to death and survive. As long as he behaves bravely and fearlessly, he will be able to fight his way out of desperation.

In fact, it did prove that his thinking was correct. He opened the breakthrough, and then fought all the way, and now he has successfully broken through.

But at this moment, the Seventh Elder looked really embarrassed, and the clothes on his body were about to become the uniform of the Beggars' Clan.

Under the torn and burnt clothes was a broken body. The Seventh Elder had wounds on his shoulders, wounds on his stomach, and densely packed wounds on his arms.

Shocking wounds, some even deep enough to show the bone. Because sometimes, he even had to use his arms to block the long sword from the opponent.

The reason why his entire arm was not chopped off was because he still had aura to protect his body and strengthen his flesh.

But the opponent's long sword was also blessed with aura, and its sharpness was beyond his imagination, so it also left many scars on his body.

And his flying sword was also full of gaps, which were left when he confronted the opponent head-on.

In short, the embarrassing Seventh Elder is almost exhausted now. The reason why he can persevere until now is nothing more than the desire to survive is supporting him.

His feet moved forward mechanically, completely relying on his survival instinct. The remaining spiritual energy in his body allowed him to continue to move at a high speed, so as not to be overtaken by those chasing him behind him.

Fleeing all the way like this, he had already left the enemy's line of defense and came to a relatively open place.

He had already figured it out in his heart as he fled along the way. The reason why the other party was not in a hurry to surround and kill him was probably because they wanted to force him to a deserted place, so as to reduce the danger of the decisive battle and avoid harming innocent people.

Actually, isn't the Seventh Elder using such thoughts to fight for himself a chance to escape successfully?

He seemed to be fleeing in embarrassment along the way, but in fact he was consciously moving in one direction.

As a seasoned master, the Seventh Elder has a lot of experience in dealing with such situations.

He was seriously injured and knew that it seemed completely impossible to get rid of so many masters by himself.

So he had to use some external force to buy enough time for himself! Nearby, the only power he could find, or in other words, the power he could use was the place where he started—the Holy Church.

Therefore, he was running in the direction of the holy city. As long as he can rush to the holy city, he can get the support and cover of the disciples of the Heavenly Sword God Sect, and he can gain a chance of survival!

Thinking of this, he clutched his stomach, ignored the blood loss, and once again increased his speed in the direction of the Holy Church.

Those powerful masters still followed behind him unhurriedly, as if they were waiting for him to reach the holy city, as if they wanted to fight him to the death in the holy city.

"Wait! There will be times when you bastards will regret it!" Cursing in his heart, the Seventh Elder wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his other hand, his eyes full of fierceness.

He even started to think about revenge,

At that time, with the help of the lecturers stationed in Shengjiao City, it may not be impossible for him to kill a few people to vent his hatred.

Thinking of this, he even felt a little happy, and his steps seemed not so heavy. The wind whistling in the ear, it is not far from the holy city.

Just when the Seventh Elder relaxed and felt that he could save his own life, an anti-aircraft missile rushed towards him.

Unprepared, the Seventh Elder could only mobilize the remaining aura in his body to protect his body that was about to fall apart. His flying sword was behind him to help him block those masters, and of course he didn't have time to return to the defense to deal with the individual air defense missile.

"Boom!" A huge explosion enveloped the Seventh Elder. The Seventh Elder, who was flying in the air, fell to the ground. Because of inertia, he hit the ground and rolled a long way.

He got up from the ground with disheveled hair, and continued to jump forward without daring to stop. He thought that the ones who opened fire on him were the troops of the Alan Hill Empire that had surrounded the outskirts of the Holy Church City, so he rushed into the city and joined the troops of the Heavenly Sword Sect defending the city.

As a result, when he flew over two tanks parked on the periphery, and avoided the crazy shooting at him from the weapon stations above the two tanks. As soon as he landed, he was enveloped by bullets coming from all directions.

This is obviously not the position of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the Seventh Elder held his breath and continued to jump up, flying towards the castle he was familiar with.

"Boom!" In the end, he and an anti-aircraft missile hit the main gate of the castle almost at the same time, and rushed out from the explosion of fire. The Seventh Elder almost rolled on the ground and rushed into the main hall of the castle.

"Where are the people... Where are the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect? Come here!" The Seventh Elder, who had lost his breath, fell down in a corner and shouted out of breath.

Now he is exhausted and has no strength to struggle anymore. The spiritual energy on his body was almost exhausted, and he was covered with scars like a corpse.

The ones who walked in were the masters of the Alan Hill Empire who had been following behind him. These humans, elves, or dragons all had faint smiles on their faces.

"Do you think you have broken through?" the demon old man who had been chasing behind the Seventh Elder asked proudly, "Actually, this is all part of the plan."

"We deliberately asked you to come here. When you see that the Holy Church City has been occupied by us, not only your strength...your fighting spirit will collapse." The old man walked to the Seventh Elder's side and bowed his head. The body is like an ordinary old man.

"Seeing that the Holy Religious City has been taken by us, are you desperate?" the old man asked while grabbing the Seventh Elder's hair.

"Why...why..." the Seventh Elder murmured, unable to make any struggling movements.

"Hush..." The demon elder cut off the seventh elder's head with a horizontal sword: "Your Majesty is waiting to see your head, so... be quiet, don't talk..."