Chapter 1050 Guardian

"Stay vigilant, it's not very safe here!"

Qianlong, who had always been behind Tang Zhen, had already slowly drawn out a sword at this moment, and headed towards the ruins in front of him.

Unlike other lords of the Holy Dragon City, Qianlong prefers to carry weapons with him, so that they can be put into battle at the first time, rather than putting them in storage equipment.

As Tang Zhen's right-hand man and the last barrier guarding him, Qianlong will never let danger easily approach Tang Zhen.

In fact, since the establishment of the Holy Dragon City, there have been more than one assassination attempts against Tang Zhen, but almost every time they have been quietly dealt with by Qianlong and his cultivators, and sometimes they don't even tell Tang Zhen.

From Qianlong's point of view, Tang Zhen, the master of Loucheng, shouldn't be bothered by this kind of thing.

As Qianlong took the initiative to step forward to explore the way, among the lords of the Holy Dragon City behind him, dozens of people walked out, also carrying weapons and following behind Qianlong.

As for the other lords and contract cultivators, they all assumed a defensive posture and quickly dispersed towards the surrounding of the temple of the gods.

Tang Zhen stepped forward, followed in the team, and also walked slowly towards the main hall.

A small sound came, and it entered the ears of the people who were waiting in strict formation, causing their eyes to condense.

"Whoa!"

The moss on the ground rose up, and then a pale, mud-stained arm stretched out from the ground, and the open palm clenched violently.

"Crack!"

A chain of lightning appeared out of thin air and spread around everyone, wrapping several lords of the Holy Dragon City.

Relying on the powerful cultivation base, these lords of the Holy Dragon City quickly escaped the erosion of lightning, but they also suffered moderate damage as a result.

This kind of lightning spell has never been seen by the monks of the Holy Dragon City, and the lethality is obviously much stronger than the spells cast by the native mages.

At the same time, the surrounding Sacred Dragon City lords quickly attacked the ground, blasting a big hole where the arm was.

A broken body was lifted out of the pit.

But then more arms protruded from the ground, and with a muffled sound, the coffin lids made of stone rose into the sky, and at the same time, figures with a strong aura also flew out of the ground.

These suddenly appeared figures were all wrapped in black torn robes, and in the process of constantly flying, the chain armor they wore under the robes was revealed.

Their skin was pale and dry, their eyes flashed with a faint white light, and they held weapons such as two-handed battle axes and heavy swords, pointing at the cultivator of the Holy Dragon City.

But in the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred similar figures appeared in the air, exuding a rotten aura, cold and depressed.

The head was a tall man wearing a gorgeous black robe, but his face had shrunk like a skeleton. He was holding a staff and looked down at Tang Zhen and the others coldly.

Its head has sharp horns, apparently a non-human race.

"Blagues, get out of here, or die!"

The dry and hoarse sound like the rubbing of rusted iron pieces came out slowly from its mouth, and there was a trace of unquestionable tone in its tone.

Tang Zhen and the tall man faced each other at a distance. After taking a look at each other's sacrificial costumes, he said in a cold voice, "Who are you? Are you the guardians here?"

Hearing this, the tall man put his eyes on Tang Zhen, and after a few seconds of silence, answered Tang Zhen's question.

"We are devout followers of the gods, the guardians of the temples of the gods, and we swear to guard the peace here and not let ordinary people disturb the residence of the gods!"

When he said this, the leader of the guardian who looked like several corpses looked at Tang Zhen with cold eyes.

"So except the most devout believers, no one else is allowed to enter here, especially blasphemers!"

The red light flashed in the eyes of the guardian leader, and then disappeared.

Hearing this, Tang Zhen coldly looked at the guardians who had been around for many years, but in fact their bodies had already died, but they continued to exist with the support of their souls.

Disdain flashed in his eyes.

Although the other party's belief is worthy of respect, but they actually prevent everyone from entering the temple of the gods at this time, and they are naturally their own enemies.

Since it is the enemy, then the next thing is much simpler.

A smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, Tang Zhen raised his finger to the guardian leader, and said in a cold tone: "Since you have been dead for so many years, it is better to stay underground, it is just a ruin, what is worth protecting? of?

You may not know that one of the gods you believe in has just been beaten to death by me! "

The guardian on the opposite side heard the words, and immediately shouted in an angry voice: "blasphemer, give me death!"

"Damn you!"

As soon as the words fell, the fierce battle between the two sides suddenly started!

One after another silhouettes flickered around the halls of the gods, and there were continuous energy rays and the sound of swords crashing in the air and underground. The two sides who fought were inseparable!

These palace guardians who have been sleeping underground for an unknown number of years actually possess the strength of lords, and the number of mages and warriors accounts for half.

In the words of the indigenous monks, they are a group of real "sages"!

Compared with today's Tamriel friars, these ancient guardians have more fierce combat power, and they are completely desperate between offense and defense.

In fact, they really don't have to worry about being hurt by swords, because their bodies are already dead and they can't feel any pain at all.

As a result, the two sides immediately fought inextricably. Seeing that the one-on-one battle could not help these guardians, the Lord of the Holy Dragon City who was watching the battle couldn't hold back his desire to fight, and quickly joined the battle.

As a result, those guardians immediately fell into the disadvantage, and were chopped into pieces of minced meat by the Lord of the Holy Dragon City!

"Quick fight, don't waste time!"

Qianlong, who was replaced by Fatty, immediately began to command the battle, flanking and cleaning up those guardians.

As the corpses of the guardians fell from the sky, the sky was already filled with the figures of the Lords of the Holy Dragon City. Only Fatty and the guardian's sacrificial leader were still in full swing.

The strength of the two sides is almost the same, and the way of fighting is also extremely realistic, and both are extremely fierce and violent.

A muffled sound emanated from the place where they fought, and the violent aura shocked everyone around.

However, Tang Zhen and others did not intervene, because he had already seen that Fatty seemed to be at a critical stage of a breakthrough.

Fatty's cultivation strength has been advancing by leaps and bounds since he joined the Holy Dragon City, and now he is stuck on the verge of promotion.

If you want to cross this threshold, others can’t help you, and you need to do it yourself.

At this time, the fat man has already found the opportunity for promotion. Once he crosses this threshold, he will be promoted to a real king-level cultivator!

This is extremely important to Fatty himself and to the Holy Dragon City!

Under everyone's attention, the battle in the air has become more and more intense, and the slightest carelessness will suffer heavy losses.

At this moment, a cheerful laughter came from the sky, it was Fatty's own voice.

A violent and frightening aura spread with him as the center, and the guardian priest was strangled by his neck, and it was directly torn in two!

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