Chapter 796: Deceiving the Audience...

Boom boom boom...

Explosions echoed far and near, and a huge wave of dust and dust that looked like haze had completely covered up this originally peaceful and harmonious city. .From time to time, some thin iron shop signs can be seen, appearing and disappearing in the gray fog, floating and falling... Those are the warriors of the temple who have lost traces of Tang En again. They can't stop the frustrated and crazy thoughts in their hearts, which are still going on. Holding the home of the believers, I feel depressed.

Of course, Tang En would never deal with those strong men who looked like resentful women. He is now looking up at the semicircular light shield over the temple, marveling...

The weather is fine and the sun is just right. Under the faint light, the square semicircular light mask above the temple is even more dazzling. And if you look closely, you will find that this square semicircular mask is not a whole, but is made up of light plates that look like solid barriers. Mysterious runes slowly wander on it, mixed with streaks between the light plates. The ravine does look like a huge turtle shell!

After careful observation, Tang En grinned. He really had a profound knowledge and there were so many tricks... He turned to Wooding and asked, "Mr. Lu, what kind of formation is this?"

Shaking his head, Wooding squinted at the hundreds of magicians suspended above the temple, and said with a chuckle: "This time it's not a formation, it's a simple defensive magic shield. It seems that Xiao Tang, you left the impression on them last time It’s very deep, the temple’s mages collectively mobilized to hold up the defensive shield... Haha, this makes it clear that you are not welcome.”

"That's what you said, Mr. Lu, I'm not the only one who is being rejected now." Twain curled his lips, took a few steps forward, came to the semicircular light mask, paused, narrowed his long eyes, and slowly raised his head. Lift your palms close to each other.

He didn't have time to waste here. As soon as this dazzling light barrier appeared, the powerful temple masters in the city who were like headless flies would definitely know that he was here, and if he was entangled here, it would be a real siege.

However, just before Tang En's palm was about to approach the semicircular light shield, a cold and stern inquiry slowly came to him: "Tang En?"

Tang En rolled his eyelids and looked at a row of more than ten figures in red robes and white hair appearing in the sky not far away. Most of them had their hands behind their backs, condescending, and their disdain was obvious. As for the messenger, he was an old man in the crowd holding a crystal staff. Although his elongated face was a little ugly, the city was quite deep and he did not show a vicious look towards Tang En, the suffering master, from the moment he came up.

"It's Veron..." Woodin nodded in confusion and revealed the identity of the old man who spoke. Tang En raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Hearing the name of the big man who was always sent by the temple to take charge of the overall situation, Tang En also raised his head and looked at Veron for a moment, and then... his eyes were lowered and he continued to study the semicircular mask and what to do.

Although there were no words, this god's attitude angered the higher-ups of the temple. How had they, who were always aloof, ever been so despised?

"Arrogant!" "Presumptuous!" "If such evil heresies are not purified, they are simply an insult to the gods..."

Veron's expression remained unchanged. He waved his hand slightly to stop the angry curses of several people around him. He squinted at Tang En and said seriously: "You can't break this defensive barrier! Why don't you take this opportunity to say something else? For example, let’s talk about what you said in your letter before…”

Tang En didn't even raise his head: "I'm not used to talking to people from a distance, especially a bad old man... Tsk, wait until I come in, we can talk face to face."

"Haha, I admire your confidence very much, although I don't know where it comes from..." Veron shook his head and laughed, not hiding the disapproval on his face, "But, I said, you can't break this! "

As if to confirm Veron's words, the semicircular light shield a few inches between Shang and Tang En's palms seemed to be suddenly touched. The magic runes around them lit up, and ripples like water invisible to the naked eye rippled out. Tang En's expression suddenly changed, and the danger alarm in his heart suddenly rang loudly. He quickly retreated and was about to exit the ripple range without delay. However, the stretched out arm still felt like it was hit by a long cowhide whip drawn at high speed. It suddenly swung away, causing excruciating pain...

"Haha, you are so brazen!" "Come in and talk...can you, a loser, come in now?" "Is this what you call confidence? Haha..."

Harsh mockery! I don't know whether it was due to internal injuries caused by the embarrassing situation in the recent period, or for some other reason. These senior officials seemed to be extremely unable to calm down. Especially after seeing the embarrassment of Tang En, the source of the disaster, they couldn't help but gloat.

"This defensive barrier combines all the strength and experience of the Temple Mage Group. It is not comparable to the previous confinement array. It can not only prevent the entry of tangible materials, but also cut off space! Xiao Tang, you really can't break this." Wooding Naturally, it can be seen that Tang En's seemingly untouched attempt just now was actually the use of spatial means, so after seeing Tang En's failure, he gave a brief explanation.

Tang En nodded slightly when he heard this, but he didn't look depressed at all. Not to mention the thousand-year foundation of the temple, the temple's mage group composed of more than a hundred magicians is extremely luxurious. It is normal that he cannot break it.

After picking his ears and looking up at the top ten temple officials who were cursing to themselves, Tang En curled his lips and said, "I once heard someone say that cursing was invented as a compromise between running away and fighting. Haha, what on earth are you doing? What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid? Are we afraid of you? Haha..."

As if they had heard the funniest joke in the world, more than ten senior executives were startled when they heard this, and then they raised their heads and laughed in unison, with different expressions, appearing extremely exaggerated and disdainful.

Tang En smiled and said again: "Oh, one more thing. The more a person lacks something, the more he likes to show off. In the same way, when a person is more afraid of fear, his actions will be particularly exaggerated and ridiculous."

"Uh..." The mocking laughter that filled the sky suddenly subsided, like a cock that was suddenly pinched by the throat. The faces of more than ten senior executives suddenly turned red, neither scolding nor laughing. After a pause, someone snorted coldly, "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" It seemed that he didn't bother to argue, but only he knew the throbbing in his heart. In the past few months, they were really afraid that this guy named Tang En would come out to cause trouble again...

Tang En smiled when he saw this. He didn't beat the drowned dog, but just kept thinking about it in his heart. Call the old housekeeper, call the old housekeeper...can you hear me? Damn it’s not easy! I finally learned a level or two of your old poisonous tongue skills...

Veron couldn't help but snort when he saw this, he really couldn't agree with the fighting power of his companions. At the same time, he also lost interest in continuing to pretend, and turned coldly, waving his hands fiercely: "That's it, Tang En..."

"Is this the end?" Tang En interrupted directly, shaking his head regretfully, "By the way, I still want to go in and have a good talk with you in person."

"Ha..." Veron was immediately angry when he heard this and shook his head in disdain, "Come in? Just you?"

"What else? With them..." Tang En pointed at the masters from the temple who were constantly surrounding him, and spread his hands, "Don't blame me for being too honest. Just because these scum with a combat power of only 5 want to kill me and then go back to practice." A few decades."

Grass—the masters from the temple who had just arrived from the Holy Light City were lying on their guns again after hearing this, and their expressions couldn't help but become very ugly. If Veron hadn't given the order yet, they would have pounced on them long ago.

"Really, what about this..." Veron curled his lips and sneered noncommittally, waving his hand. Immediately, three burly figures rose quietly from the temple, two old men and one middle-aged man, both of whom had expressionless faces and no magic shields to protect themselves. They seemed very ordinary.

But just by looking at the posture of flying in the air, and the way Veron looks calm but is actually solemnly convening, we know that these three people will not be simple...

"This is - the retired gentlemen of the Knights Hall? They are actually here too..." Opening his mouth, Owens on the roof of the side hall rubbed his panda eyes with a look of shock on his face, and then licked his dry lips, " Now, Tang En... I'm afraid it will be difficult!"

The so-called adults who retired from the Knights Hall can naturally only be the previous Holy Grand Knights. As they are old and frail, their actual combat status may not be as good as before, but the long time after retirement is enough for them to slowly settle the experience of hundreds of battles in the first half of their lives, and eventually evolve into a sublimation of their realm! In this way, the combat effectiveness has actually improved.

Of course Xia Wei'an on the side understood this, but she did not pay attention to these seniors. Instead, she tightly grasped the light gun in her hand, her finger bones turned white, and stared at Tang En in the periphery, with complicated thoughts... From the priesthood As a person, she should certainly support the temple. But now that I see Tang En in danger, the balance in my heart can't stop swinging from side to side, and finally slowly tilts...

What are you waiting for! You wretched fellow must have a back-up plan, right? there must be! Please, take it out quickly...

It couldn't be said whether it was self-comfort or self-deception. Tang En had no idea at all. He was grinning as if he had a toothache.

Three genuine air-level warriors? Damn it... Although Tang En had known for a long time that the temple had a profound foundation and was mentally prepared for it, he still couldn't help but be secretly frightened when he actually saw the temple throw out three genuine air-level warriors again.

This kind of fighting for father and godfather is so weak. People directly fight for ancestral graves, which is not on the same level at all...

"Haha, heretic! Just wait for God's punishment to come!"

"My temple has lasted for thousands of years. How can clowns like you be able to shake it? Just wait for death..."

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Tang En did not pay attention to the senior officials of the temple who couldn't help but jump out again this time. He just squinted at the three air-level warriors flying higher and higher, as if they were about to fly directly away from the semicircular light barrier from above... Obviously, with their Even with his own level of strength, he could not directly attack Tang En on the periphery within the light barrier. From this perspective, this semicircular mask is indeed evil! but……

Looking away, Tang En sighed softly, took a step back, bowed his waist and waved his hands in an inviting gesture: "You have been watching the show for so long, shouldn't you also show your hand?"

This was naturally said to Wooding, but Wooding raised his head with squinted eyes, looked at the three air-level warriors, and said calmly: "Wait a little longer."

"You will die if you wait any longer, boss."

"you sure?"

"I am sure!"

"Okay." He sighed with regret and looked away. Wooding slowly raised the extremely domineering golden ring sword in his hand. It jingled. In the breeze, the eight golden rings gently hit the blade and made a crisp sound. And trivial sounds.

The scene fell silent, "Uh... haha, is this your trump card?" A senior temple official looked at Wooding in confusion, and then looked at the large golden ring knife exclusive to bandits, and couldn't help laughing loudly, extremely joy.

This time it was not an exaggeration to cover up fear. Even the deep-tempered Beron couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, with a look of absurdity on his face. A large golden-ringed sword wants to break down the defensive barrier set up by the temple's mage group. Should I say that Tang En is crazy or crazy...

Different from the people inside the mask, the expressions of the temple masters surrounding Tang En and Wooding all suddenly froze, their pupils shrank sharply, and they couldn't help but tremble slightly...

Above the temple, the sun was just right and the breeze was calm. It was a perfect weather for an outing. But at this time, the masters of the temple seemed to be in the polar iceberg, their whole bodies were freezing to the bone, and they could not smell a trace of warmth.

At the focus of his vision, the figure of Wooding, holding a large golden ring sword high, has long been blurred. In their eyes, they only felt that they saw a sleeping giant beast slowly waking up in the dark night, and slowly opening its cruel and merciless eyes! It's like suddenly seeing a huge dragon's head protruding silently from the clouds on the horizon, looking down at the world and all living beings!

The body, shuddering, shuddering—completely stiff!

The brain, confused, confused—blank!

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No one knows what happened at this moment, except Tang En. As the person closest to Wooding, the alarm bells in his heart were ringing to the point of numbness. His eyes were fixed on the large golden ring knife, and his narrow eyes were almost narrowed into a slit!

There was obviously no trace of fighting light shining, but Tang En, who was good at restraining his aura, still smelled a familiar smell from that knife. Well, he also smelled a similar smell in the secret agency of Hanshui City not long ago. ——That’s the smell of extreme danger!

Many distracting thoughts only lasted for a moment. The top officials of the temple were still laughing, the three air-level warriors were still rising, and half of an old man's body had already stepped out of the light barrier... At this moment, Wooding stepped forward and shrank to the ground. He reached straight in front of the semicircular light mask and swung his sword.

"Haha, he really chopped, chopped, chopped... chopped, eh?"

There was a sudden pause in the mocking words, and immediately, the light shined brightly, and the semicircular light shield was like a wild cat that saw a tiger, its fur instantly exploded, and it assumed its most powerful posture, just like the dazzling sun rising slowly in the east every morning. The mysterious runes on it also swam rapidly, rushing to the north like moths to a flame to cover a certain area, intending to make up for something.

But, it's already too late!

The ordinary golden ring sword touched the semicircular light shield... There was no earth-shattering explosion. Tang En, who was standing not far away, only heard a slight "chi" sound, like a red-hot iron rod being stabbed in. In the ice water, after a pause, the front end of the large golden ring knife easily penetrated into the light mask, as if it had pierced a thin layer of gauze, followed by a golden ring, the blade, and another golden ring...

"Pfft..." The moment the light shield was broken, the hundreds of magicians suspended in the air suddenly opened their mouths and sprayed out a large amount of blood mist. Their bodies were shaking unsteadily, and they stared blankly at the golden ring knife that easily cut in. Full of horror!

The altitude of Veron and others was not very high, and when the blood mist drifted down with the wind, it just covered them. No one shied away in disgust, and no one even blinked. They stared blankly, with completely frozen expressions... What's going on?

"Come in!" Walking with the knife, Wooding stepped forward along the narrow passage that was cut. Tang En was slightly stunned when he heard the sound, and subconsciously followed him in. Then he realized, what the hell, did I just come in like this? !

This is the first reaction, and the second reaction that follows is - it's not so easy to walk through the door of your own house, right? Do you want it to be so casual? This is simply... simply deceiving the audience...

The thoughts fade away and reason returns. Tang En exhaled and instantly understood the key to Wooding breaking the light barrier. It's easy to say, it's all about Arrancar!

After all, it is a temple mage group composed of more than a hundred high-level or great magicians. The defensive barriers set up by such a luxurious lineup cannot be easily broken down by even Wooding. But the area of ​​the Northern Temple is too large. If you want to cover such a large area, the defense forces must be scattered.

And this also gave Wooding the opportunity. He didn't need to completely break down the defensive barrier. He only needed to open a gap and come in. This was naturally much easier. Of course, not everyone can open this gap. If you don't have Wooding's level of strength, even if you think of a way, it will be in vain...

However, no matter what method was used, whether there was any trickery or not, Tang En and Wooding have entered the temple. This is an indisputable fact!

Immediately afterwards, "Ah -" there was a loud scream, and with a bang, Tang En subconsciously looked up and saw a ball of blood mist completely exploded directly above the brilliant light barrier. It was the half of his body that stepped out of the light barrier. A genuine air-level warrior!

It was also his bad luck. When Wooding swung his knife to attack, it was the moment when he passed through the light barrier. Originally, there should be a weak safe passage above the light shield for them to go out and kill Tang En. But when the light mask encountered the golden ring sword and all its power exploded in an instant, the air-level warrior caught in the middle was naturally in trouble. You must know that this is not a game world. Can the magic here not recognize who is a teammate? Who is the enemy? Anyone who enters the attack range at this time is absolutely in denial...

But is this really just luck?

Tang En thought of Wooding's regretful expression just before the attack, and then looked at the other two air-level warriors flying at the same height not far from the light shield. He still didn't understand... What Wooding said, "Wait a minute," was because he wanted to Let the unlucky air-level warrior go, maximize the benefits, and then eliminate the other two in one fell swoop. Although Woodin had previously said that he would not take the initiative to help him kill people, this was because the other party's magic backfired on its own, so naturally he could not be blamed...

Scratching his hair, Tang En remembered that he had said "I'm sure" very firmly just now, and couldn't help but feel bitter and his balls ached.

Damn it! Can you finish what you always have to say in one go? Isn’t this a lie...

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Going straight up, Tang En flew higher and higher without even looking at the outside. (To be continued.)