Chapter 661 I Just Happened to Be Passing By

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She raised her finger and slowly slid it along the edge of the Death Scythe. The sharp blade rippled with cold energy following her fingertips. As her emotions changed, the deep darkness behind her also became more intense.

In this darkness, a pair of cold and evil demon eyes were staring at Wang Yan below, as if this darkness was connecting to the gate of hell. At any time, a giant claw might stretch out and drag Wang Yan into eternity. Endless hell.

The three-legged golden crow made a "cluck" sound and swallowed his saliva. Lao Wang must have done something unspeakable to these two powerful and beautiful women. If he stays here any longer, I will probably suffer terrible consequences. .

"Uh, um, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I need to take a step first." After saying that, the three-legged golden crow stood up tremblingly, turned around and flapped its wings to fly away, but Wang Yan grabbed his neck and pulled him away. Come back.

"Oh, it's this move again." The three-legged golden crow was about to cry but had no tears. I always felt that sooner or later I would die in the hands of your old king.

Wang Yan's brows couldn't help but twitch, and he could already feel the general situation clearly.

However, being stared at by more than 400 people at once felt like a guinea pig lying on an experimental table. It was definitely more terrifying than falling into the encirclement of the Japanese Alliance.

Especially those two saints, look at their aura, tsk tsk, even the phantom of the Dharma has appeared. They are not going to eat themselves up and wipe them clean, but also use some lynching, right?

Uncle Pao is right, there are some women who really shouldn't be messed with.

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Wang Yan rolled his eyes, danger was danger, but fortunately there was still a little distance between him and them.

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

"Well, it's a misunderstanding. It's a complete misunderstanding. I just happened to pass by here. Oh, you guys seem to be quite busy. Don't worry about me. You are busy. Keep busy."

While he was talking, he was sweating and waved his hands a few times to the crowd around him.

at this time.

He suddenly turned around, expanded his wings, and stamped his feet heavily on the ground, bringing up a circle of air waves mixed with sparks.

Waves of air rose from the ground, and at this moment, his whole body flew more than ten meters away from the ground. The speed was as fast as a flying swallow flying across the water, making everyone inside and outside the battlefield secretly stunned.

Are you kidding me? If you don't leave right now, you're waiting to get points from the two major Holy Sees and more than 400 people taking turns?

"Hmph, Wang Yan, don't even think about escaping again this time!"

The Light Saintess Lulu flapped her wings of light behind her, and the golden air flow went straight to the ground. She flew away like a golden eagle.

Behind her, the little angel Beibei glared fiercely at the goat-headed devil opposite, raised her wings like a golden meteor, and followed Lulu towards Wang Yan.

"Son of flame, stand still for this saint, and let me peel off your skin!"

Dark Saint Catherine snorted softly, and the magic circle imprinted in the pupil of her left eye emitted a bright light.

The sheep-headed demon king Bafu Mie standing below her suddenly felt as if he had been given a shot of blood. He roared and waved away several werewolves standing in front of him. He took heavy steps "dong dong dong" one after another. The pace was like a rampaging bulldozer rushing into the sea of ​​sand.

And the magic wings behind Katharina flapped, and the rich darkness made her whole body like a black whirlwind, following closely.

"My little brother has something to do, so there's no need to see the two sisters off." Wang Yan raised his hand and waved without looking back.

Then he stepped hard again, and the direction of his advance immediately changed. His whole body was as agile as lightning, and he immediately made a big turn in the sand sea.

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

Although he can take off and fly, in the encirclement, the sudden lift will cause a brief pause and will undoubtedly become a conspicuous target. Moreover, in the air, there are far less points of leverage than on the ground. Flying close to the ground like this is far more flexible than flying in the air, and it is also easier to use bunkers to hide and avoid.

At this time, Wang Yan was flying close to the ground, fast and agile, but the two saints were equally strong, and at one go, their speed was not much worse than him.

In addition, they also had two equally powerful pet helpers. The two women and the two helpers lined up above the sand sea, following closely behind them. In just two or three breaths, they had already flown over a hundred meters away. .

"Lulu, don't worry and go after Lao Wang. With this Holy Son here in this holy war, we will definitely defeat those evil dark cultists!"

The Holy Son of Light, Wright, held his war hammer high and led a group of holy knights as they rushed down the sand dunes.

On the other side, Stuart, the Son of Darkness, also led a group of ferocious werewolves, rushing back from the opposite side.

"Your Highness Katharina, you can go after the Son of Flame. This Holy Son will never let you down in this holy war!" The Dark Son shouted loudly, with black energy lingering around him.

Members of both sides also showed high fighting spirit at this critical juncture.

"Go on, kill those dark dogs!"

"Let's charge together and beat those bright pigs to death!"

"Kill!"

The cry to kill was getting closer and closer, and the two saints chasing Wang Yan got further and further away, until they finally disappeared from the end of sight.

At this time, the two Holy Sons who led the charge finally reached the point where they were face to face.

Light, the Holy Son of Light, has a stern face, a tall figure, a suit of shining silver armor, and is holy and awe-inspiring, making him seem like the embodiment of justice and the nemesis of all evil.

At this time, he stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at the Holy Son across from him with eyes full of fierce fighting spirit.

The Holy Son of Darkness showed no sign of weakness. He stood in front of Wright, with his hands folded across his chest. He was filled with evil aura, and the black energy surrounding him seemed to swallow up even the surrounding light.

Members from both sides all clenched their weapons, held their breath and concentrated, and lined up behind the two saints.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, and the wills from light and darkness collided fiercely at this moment. The strong fighting spirit caused the sky to be covered with thick clouds, blocking the sunlight.

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

The cruel battle left his armor covered with scars, and his cloak, which was full of holes and looked like rags, was swinging in the wind behind him. There was also a bloody scratch on his childish face.

Although he was in such a low state, he still held his shield and sword tightly and stood firmly at the front of the team.

Opposite the young knight was a werewolf who was not too old.

At this time, the werewolf's left arm was wrapped with a cloth strip and was swollen. There were several large wounds on his chest and abdomen. Although it had scabbed, the smell of blood still spread around him.

His beastly eyes were wide open, staring at the opposite side. Although his eyes were full of exhaustion, his strong body showed no intention of flinching.

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

Perhaps it is because of their bravery and fearlessness that the images of the Holy See of Light and the Parliament of Darkness will continue to rise and remain erect in the long course of history.

The atmosphere floating on the battlefield was desolate and tragic, and even the sounds around him seemed to have quieted down unconsciously.

The spectators in the Youth Conference venue all stared at the main screen with bated breath. The series of twists and surprises just now made them feel as if they were on a roller coaster, and they were intoxicated.

At this time, they were not only concerned about the entanglement between Wang Yan and the two saints, but also concerned about the outcome of the fourth holy war.

Although there are no twin saints, the members of both sides have reached their limits, and the winner between light and darkness may be determined in this battle.

In the center 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 from his previous arrogance and domineering attitude, and his eyes looked at the Holy Son of Light with a depth that he had never seen before.

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

When he said this sentence, he had mixed feelings in his heart. If the other party refused or even laughed at him, then this scene would become a great shame in his life.

But his instinct was telling him to give it a try.

The reason why he dared to say this at this juncture was because he saw the same thing in the other person's eyes as himself.

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

After all, if the fight continues, both sides will be seriously injured, not to mention that it is because of the Son of Flame. This man started the fight and made him fight to the death. He was really unwilling to do so.

He stared closely at the eyes of the Holy Son of Light across from him, his heart almost in his throat.

Suddenly, the Holy Son of Light moved.

When he looked at the Dark Son, there was a complex luster in his eyes, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

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

The Dark Son's tense nerves. Finally relaxed, both parties smiled slightly. They both gained high recognition and respect in each other's eyes.

"Clang."

The two saints dropped the weapons in their hands to the ground, took a step forward, and hugged each other tightly.

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

Some members were already standing there and crying, "Finally I stopped fighting. I almost felt like I was going to die just now, woo woo woo."

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The atmosphere suddenly became strangely harmonious.

A gust of breeze blew by, and the entire youth conference venue fell into silence. All the spectators were stunned.

What is going on?

What about the promised jihad? What about life and death as promised?

The most important thing is, what happened to the two holy sons? They actually hugged! exist! one! rise! Got it!

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