Chapter 618: You Can't Beg to Die, You Can't Beg to Die!

As soon as he moved, the violent power contained in his body immediately boiled up, and that power boosted his strength and speed, allowing him to reach Han Shuo in an instant. The calloused palm the size of a cattail fan grabbed like lightning, aiming at Han Shuo's neck.

The old shaman did not use conventional methods to summon powerful monsters, nor did he use shaman secrets. He seemed to be of no use to Han Shuo in this way. Instead, he directly urged the violent power in his body to suddenly attack close to him. This was a bit unexpected for Han Shuo. expected.

Acting with him are the three powerful members of the Church of Light, the Pope of Light and the two demigods, who seem to have been waiting for the old shaman to do it. When the old shaman shot at Han Shuo violently, the eyes of the three were blazing, and they attacked Han Shuo together.

The divine knight was almost one step slower than the old shaman, and rushed towards Han Shuo from the side. A strange light flashed away, and a long spear shining with divine light appeared in his hand out of thin air. The divine power of man is inside.

The Pope of Light and the demigod mage of the light department bowed their heads and eyebrows at the same time, reciting obscure spells silently. The Pope held the Holy Grail, and there was an olive branch, one of the artifacts, on the Holy Grail. The divine power in the Bright Crown on his head was also amazing. , the Pope of Light, who originally only had the strength of the basic god, relied on the olive branch of the holy grail in his hand and the crown of light on his head to gather more and more power in his body. In the body, it is fueling the power in his body. The demigod mage of the light department held a cross in his hand, and pressed the cross tightly to his chest. Golden lights were released from the cross, and a pair of wings of light suddenly appeared on his back. What he sets off is not like ordinary people. From the looks of it, the cross held tightly by the demigod mage should also be one of the artifacts of the Church of Light.

As for the holy magisters of the last two ice and snow temples. Because the fear of Han Shuo was too great in his heart, when the old shaman made a move and the Pope of Light and the three powerful men shot at the same time, it seemed that he didn't react for a while, and just stood there in a daze, forgetting to cooperate with him. It seems that what Han Shuo did to the snow area of ​​the Ice and Snow Temple really shocked them deeply, making them dare not take action easily under this situation.

It's a long story, everything happened in the blink of an eye, but because of Han Shuo's amazing spiritual sense, he was able to spy on all directions in such a short period of time, and clearly imprinted everyone's actions in his heart.

Calmly staring at the big calloused hand that the old shaman grabbed, Han Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly. A cruel and bloodthirsty light radiated from it, but the body remained motionless, like a standing rock with roots.

Han Shuo remained motionless. The big hand of the old shaman grabbed his neck naturally and logically. "Crack", the old shaman fiercely clasped Han Shuo's veined neck like a snake, and suddenly there was a surprise in his resentful eyes. He didn't seem to expect that he could get it so easily. , which made him subconsciously reflected in his eyes.

"Crackling..." The moment the old shaman clasped Han Shuo's neck tightly,

He suddenly exerted force, and the violent power in his body erupted like a mountain torrent. He tightened it with all his strength, and immediately there was a crisp sound on Han Shuo's neck.

He was overjoyed again. The old shaman felt that Han Shuo was not as scary as the rumors said. With resentment for the death of hundreds of thousands of orcs, his callused hands became tighter and tighter. Han Shuo's neck seemed to be the next moment. It will be completely broken by him.

"Huhu..." The sudden howling of the divine knight rang in Han Shuo's ears. The dazzling golden spear looked like a poisonous snake. Appears suddenly from the side. It stabbed towards Han Shuo's weak waist.

Seeing that Han Shuo's neck was tightly grasped by the old shaman. The god knight is determined. The blow opened and closed. There is no cover and retreat. It seemed that Han Shuo could not move his body. It was taken for granted that the battle should end in an instant.

"It turns out that this guy is not particularly strong. It seems that the Ice and Snow Temple has perished. It must be that the people in the Ice and Snow Temple are too weak!" He shot fiercely. The divine knight suddenly had such an idea.

"Pfft!" The spear pierced the voice. It clearly fell into the ears of the god knight. That beautiful voice brought a satisfied smile to his lips. My heart is full of carefree joy. But his joy did not last. It was immediately interrupted abruptly by a high-pitched mournful cry.

"Huhu...huhu...you...you are me!" The old shaman breathed out. He cried out in exasperation and pain.

The god knight was startled. The satisfied smile on his face faded away. He looked suspiciously at the old shaman whose stomach had been pierced by a spear. My heart was filled with unbelievable doubts. He never knew the blow that should have been stabbed at Han Shuo's body. Why would it eventually fall on the old shaman.

"Crack...creak..." The old orc shaman screamed like a convulsion, while screaming in pain, the big hand clasped around Han Shuo's neck was still desperately trying to create a With a horrible sound.

However, under the strain of the old shaman so hard, Han Shuo, who was supposed to die with a broken neck, had cold and calm eyes, and a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't feel any pain at all. The old shaman used all his strength to tighten his neck, which was not his at all.

The divine knight was shocked, and when he was about to pull back, a big hand pierced the old shaman's right chest, and suddenly stabbed into his chest amidst the blood spurting. The holy armor that Jin Guangyi couldn't even pierce the Paladin's spear and sword, under the big bloody hand, was as fragile as a thin paper, and it didn't even play a role in hindering it, so the big hand broke open, The long drive also pierced his right chest, piercing his body, exposing the palm on his back.

Until this time, the divine knight turned his head slightly, turned his gaze, and found Han Shuo's arm stuck above the old shaman's chest.

But at this time, the divine knight was shocked to find that the old shaman's hand was stretched out and clasped on Han Shuo's neck. The distance between Han Shuo and the old shaman was an arm's length, and the distance between him and the old shaman The distance between him and Han Shuo was at least two meters because of the broken intestines of the spear. In addition to the thickness of the old shaman's body, the distance between him and Han Shuo was at least four meters.

So, how long is the arm that runs through the old shaman and his body? Is this still human?

The divine knight suddenly had a creepy feeling. Looking at the arm connecting the old shaman and his body with numbness, an inexplicable fear suddenly rose in his heart. The previous contempt for Han Shuo had already been thrown out of the sky by him. , ignoring the tormenting pain in his body, he pointed at Han Shuo and cried out in pain: "You, what kind of monster are you?"

Grinning coldly, Han Shuo said, "When you die, ask the God of Light!"

As soon as the words fell, the big hand that penetrated the bodies of the two demigods suddenly slashed down, and this hand seemed to become a sharp blade in an instant, tearing open the two people's intestines without any hindrance, from right to left The chest began to tear apart the bodies of the two, and the bloody intestines mixed with the kidneys and lungs flowed all over the floor.

Raising his hand again, the upper bodies of the two were also split. The two demigods who were alive and kicking just now turned into four, but they were not alive anymore. The scene was extremely bloody and cruel, and the disgusting smell of blood spread. Well, the obscure spell of the Pope of Light and the demigod mage has not yet ended, and the battle here has ended. The brows of the two people who have been lowered have been slightly raised, and there is an unbearable expression in their eyes.

As for the two holy magisters of the Ice and Snow Temple, the confidence that had just been built up suddenly collapsed, and a deeper fear struck instantly, completely crushing the willpower of the two of them, gasping for breath, unable to raise any more. The mind of revenge.

"Hey, I still want my soul to escape. Hey, that's a good idea, but I'm sorry." After tearing their bodies into four, Han Shuo was about to turn around and deal with the two of the Church of Light when his divine sense suddenly noticed that the old shaman's soul hadn't dissipated. Between heaven and earth, I want to drift away with the wind.

As long as the souls are gathered but not scattered, they can often use the powerful soul magnetic field in their lifetime to be reborn with the help of a new medium in a special way. The divine knight of the Church of Light is not good at the arts of the soul, so after his physical body was destroyed, his soul gradually scattered between the heaven and the earth, and there must be no hope of rebirth.

Seeing the old shaman's soul drifting away with the wind, Han Shuo let out a low cry and flicked his hand. A black light hit the old shaman's soul. The black light pulled the old shaman's soul. Han Shuo caught him and imprisoned him. Inside the ring that Gilbert originally carried.

The soul can still linger after death. This old orc shaman has good soul power, which is very suitable for Han Shuo to refine some magic weapons that need a strong soul as an introduction. Han Shuo was naturally captured by Han Shuo.

"Let me go, I'm going to fight you, despicable and shameless guy!" After falling into the ring, Han Shuo heard the unwilling roar of the old orc shaman through the magical effect of the ring.

"Poor guy, you are dead, how can you fight with me? Hey, in a few days, I will use your soul to refine something, and then you will have no consciousness at all, and will always be driven by me, what do you think? Wouldn't that be very interesting?" Han Shuo laughed evilly, entered the ring with his consciousness, and conveyed such a vicious message to the old shaman, which made the old shaman even more irritable, but he was helpless.

The soul of the old shaman fell into the ring. Knowing that his fate would be miserable in the future, he had no choice but to wait for the doomsday to come. There was nothing he could do.