They all wore badges engraved with three triangular stones on their chests. It was the Earth Center Temple. On the south side of the Blade, the disciples in the church were very good at earth-based witchcraft. Like the Ice Spirit, they were an extremely rare earth-based witches in the Blade Alliance.

"Chen Lan!"

The two of them attacked from left to right, and their hands condensed into a unique earth-type witchcraft. Although they were four or five meters apart, their movements seemed to be reflected in a mirror, with soul power connected and echoing each other from a distance.

The calm quagmire became manic at this moment. Under the action of the two witchcraft, a huge tornado vortex was generated, and it continued to harden, condensing sharp spikes, strangling towards the man in white!

The cooperation between the three was so perfect, and each movement was connected smoothly and flawlessly.

Success!

A hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of the three of them, but the next second, a lightning-like white light flashed quickly, and all the attacks around them suddenly solidified in the air. The movements of the three of them stopped abruptly, and their hot eyes also cooled in an instant, becoming dull.

Silently, the white figure fell lightly dozens of meters away.

He didn't look behind him, but just spread his palms. Several terrified "flower fairies" flapped their wings a few times, and they seemed a little frightened and at a loss in his palms.

Sudden………

Hurry!

A few dozen meters behind him, the rolled dust that had just been rolled up turned into mud, fell back into the mud from mid-air, splashing several meters high mud waves, making a loud noise.

The two disciples standing in a daze suddenly split into two, like two torn rags. In the ground, the two muddy palms were still holding a gripping posture, but what they were holding was not the white trouser legs he imagined, but two pieces of flower stems that were made of local materials! Grotting blood had risen faintly from the swamp beside the palm, and several huge blood bubbles were churned out.

The "flower fairies" in the white-clothed man's palm were awakened by the splashing movement when the mud was smashed into the mud and flew out of his palm with flapping his wings. These little things were quite spiritual, as if they knew that the white-clothed man in front of him had just saved them.

They flew around him with gratitude, making a 'whimper' chirping' sound, crisp and pleasant, as if singing.

"Haha." The man in white smiled and waved his hands at them gently: "Go."

In the swamp mud, the four and a half corpses were slowly sinking, but it was probably difficult to sink to the bottom of the pond for burial, because mud crocodiles were already attracted by the smell of blood and slowly floated towards this side.

And around the man, the white light spots were spinning, and it took him a long time to leave reluctantly.

He took another step, gradually moving away, his white clothes were still spotless, and even his ankles, which had just been grabbed by the two muddy big hands, looked as white as snow. Only the long sword like white jade on his back was engraved with two inconspicuous small characters on the seemingly simple wooden hilt.

Heavenly Sword!
Chapter completed!