The face of the Holy Son Roy was ashen. The dark light was a dead light. Even with the eyes of the dragon, they could not see through it. But they could feel that the aura of Modo in the field had disappeared in an instant, as if his soul had been extracted or strangled to pieces. Not only Modo, but also the tiger and the dragon-level soul beast had no aura reaction at this time.

That is the Netherworld Soul Cannon, which is known as the Dead Light that can open up the passage between the human world and hell!

Moduo was dead, with almost no confrontation. The light of death was everywhere, and his soul was swallowed in an instant. After all, his soul was slower than the truth. The reason was that it was a big mistake in Li Wenni's judgment.

After all, the opponent is just a little girl under twenty. In order to win quickly and to win more beautifully, Moduo has been attacking and handing over the defense to the Horcrux. He is too confident in the defense of the Glorious Holy Shield. If he fights steadily, the Soul-Solid Locking Mantra can be formed earlier, and there may be a possibility of resisting it.

Being plotted... I can't say that Modo underestimates the enemy. It's really incredible. Even if you put aside Winnie's age, who would have thought of an assassin, a wizard and soul beast master who suddenly became good at soul skills? And with one move, it was the ultimate soul killing move of Dark Demon Island.

Two rays of light shot out from the Holy Lord's eyes and looked at the Dark Demon Island Lord Weirna on the sidelines.

This is the trick of Dark Demon Island. Although Li Wenni went to Dark Demon Island to practice, when did she become the successor of Dark Demon Island? Forget it, I won, and dare to kill the beast king Modo directly. Dark Demon Island is really going to break up with me as an enemy... What a courageous! Just a dragon-level, if I stayed on Dark Demon Island, with the puppet of the master and the six-path reincarnation guard, I might not be able to do anything to her, but I dare to come to the holy city? Is it a good temper to be a holy master?

As if feeling the murderous intent of the Holy Lord, Verna actually responded with a smile, looking straight to the Holy Lord Luo Ji with a faint look, without any fear in her eyes.

Luo Ji was stunned when the other party was unexpectedly tough, and a hint of vigilance suddenly arose in his heart. The angry mood calmed down in an instant, and his eyes were cold and swept around the scene. It was clear that the sky was clear, but the sixth sense of the dragon-level powerhouse made him feel that there seemed to be a heavy dark cloud covering the holy city. What would that be?

thump……

A dull sound of falling to the ground was like a ball of dead flesh falling to the ground.

The black dead light in the field suddenly disappeared, and the background like a dark moon behind Winnie instantly closed and transformed into the original appearance of the Great Sun Dharma. The white light instantly dispelled the little black light remaining on the field, allowing the dark arena to reappear light.

After seeing the situation in the arena clearly, most people around the stands couldn't help but gasp.

In addition to leaving behind purple tiger hair and blood on the ground, the terrifying tiger in the field was gone, and the ten-method appearance of the beast king Modu was no longer there. The thick body two meters away was now like a mummy sucked away, lying on the ground, curled up into a ball, without any rest, and could not die again.

It’s not about being injured, but about death and death!

Everyone around was shocked. That was a dragon-level man standing at the edge of the entire blade, the peak of the entire world, and many super strong man who are probably rare to see for life, died like this.

There was a dead silence around, and in the huge arena, only Winnie and her demon bear were left.

Baba looked very injured, and was covered with wounds and blood flowed, but her thirty meters tall was standing proudly.

Li Wenni, who was hanging in the air, was spotless. Against the backdrop of the great sun Dharma image, she looked like a female Shura who was maintaining elegance. Her eyes swept to the holy son Roy below, and she grunted in her mouth with a contemptuous look: "That's it?"

Winnie has learned the tricks that Wang Feng used to show off and play with. As the saying goes, the less you say, the better. As the saying goes, the less you hurt, and it is extremely insulting.

She obviously saw that the corners of the Holy Son Roy's mouth seemed to be cramped, but she couldn't find a word to refute.

The scene was dead silent, and all those who supported the Holy City were stunned.

Winnie was very satisfied.

It only took half a year for the outside world, but on that damn island and in that terrifying place, she had been staying for several years. At the beginning, it might have been just a physical pain, but later on, it was a complete destruction of the mind and spirit. That place was ten thousand times more boring than Dark Demon Island. What could support her to survive was countless illusions like today!

I stepped on a dragon-level man and scolded those squirming old men without having to think about whether they would be spanked. Even Li Tongtian, who was the sissy guy on the sidelines, probably wouldn't dare to do it anymore...

"Wow! My little sister, I love you!"

Before Winnie's thoughts could be completed, a familiar voice had already been heard on the sidelines. Winnie's proud face suddenly froze slightly, her neck turned her head stiffly, and she saw her big and thick brother Li Tongtian, who was so excited that she was jumping in the stands, and she kept holding her face with both hands and giving her a blowing kiss.

Damn...Winnie couldn't help swallowing, her beautiful mood was ruined in an instant. If it weren't for her biological brother, she would really want to kill him!

And in the blink of an eye, Famir, Su Yue, Valaroka, Xue Zhiyu and other disciples of the Holy Clan, including Kunlin and Aragon in the front row who supported the rose, were already excited and cheering.

"Win! He actually killed the beast king Modo directly!"

"Mr. Winnie is too strong! The light of roses, the pride of roses!"

"Oh my God, that's the legendary Four Knights of Light? I don't feel very strong..."

"It's not that Moduo is not strong..." The eyes of the elder Whale Tooth shine. Not to mention him, no one present could imagine that a little girl under twenty years old could cross from the ghost level to the level of killing the "Beast King Moduo" in just half a year of practice: "It's Li Wenni who is too strong! The transformation of the two poles of Yin and Yang, the combination of the Mingyue Dharma image and the Great Sun Dharma image, let alone the Nether Soul Cannon, even if she really fights to the front, she can only die! "

"...I seem to have missed something." Kun Lin looked blankly, a little regretful. When Wang Feng set out to find the lost island, he actually called him to join him... As a result, the clan was too busy, so Kun Lin pushed him. If he had known this, he would have followed Wang Feng and the others at that time. Now he might have broken through the dragon level.

"Win! We won!"

The tsunami of cheers swept across the arena in the stands in the direction of the rose.

The hardcores of the Holy City were as if they were silent at this time, without any sound. If the battle was very anxious, they might find various reasons to cover up and counterattack, but the battle just ended too quickly. From the two of them summoning the soul beasts to the death of Mota, it was only a few minutes.

That was already the top dragon-level combat power in the Holy City, but was killed instantly by a little girl... They couldn't believe their eyes. They seemed to be subverted in an instant, and had a huge conflict with their original cognition.

Rose’s group of people are really coming to defeat the Holy City? Moreover, they really have the strength? What are you kidding? They are just a group of kids who were not even at the ghost level a year ago!

On one hand, there was cheering with high morale, but on the other hand, even the sound was aching and depressing as if the sound was crooked and the wind direction of the entire arena changed in an instant, as if the rose had won the final victory.

Roy's face looked extremely ugly at this time. He used Modu to deal with Li Wenni. To be honest, he didn't think too much before this arrangement. These were the Four Knights of Light. Do you need to arrange troops to deal with Xiao Xiao Rose? Modu was just thinking about using the soul beast to make Rose convinced. Madu brought the glory shield with Modu was just out of cautious instinct. But unexpectedly... After a dragon-level general was broken, even if Rose was torn to pieces together today, it would be difficult to eliminate his hatred and to smooth out the losses of the Holy City...

Calm down! Damn it, it's time to wake up.

No matter what, you have to stabilize the game first. You can no longer regard roses as soft persimmons that can be easily controlled. As long as you regain the initiative and stabilize your position, the combination of yourself and the Four Knights of Light will never be defeated here no matter what!

A sharp light flashed in Roy's eyes and he said coldly: "Mr. Corollan... please!"

"yes."

In a faint response, a warrior in white clothes stood up.

He looked around thirty, and the silver light armor only guarded the shoulders, elbows, knees and other joints. He was dressed in white and was surrounded by a long sword behind him. The word "Apocalypse" on the hilt of the sword was flashing. It was the thirteenth Apocalypse Sacred Sword in the Divine Weapons.

According to legend, this is a divine weapon created by the Supreme Saint for his personal bodyguard!

The leader of the Four Knights of Light is also the commander of the Holy Lord, the Knights of Light, who has never been replaced in the past two hundred years since its establishment. It has always been recognized by the Holy City. In addition to the Holy Lord, the Apocalypse Knight Corollan!

"This is your old opponent." Indra smiled and looked at Yemotian next to him.

"Apocalypse..." Ye Motian smiled slightly: "That's right."

The Apocalypse Knight Corollan is different from the other three dragon-levels among the Four Knights of Light. His strength is considered unique, and he is really his old opponent.

The combat power of the Blade Alliance, the top pyramids are only the Holy Lord Luo Ji and Indra Shitian. As for Qian Jue Qian and Mermaid Queen, they are actually slightly worse in strength. Only by adding the help of the Heavenly Soul Pearl and its own legendary color can they be barely compared with it.

And further down, he is the first-class expert in the dragon level. At this level, Yamatian is the absolute ceiling, but it does not mean that he can absolutely rampant in this level.

For example, the Apocalypse Knight Corolla.

The relationship between the Holy City and the Eight Tribes is not good or bad, but the two strongest forces in the Blade League have competed in many fields. Yemotian and Corollan are of the same level. They have met each other a lot of times and have had a few competitions without hurting the harmony. Yemotian only has a little advantage. Instead, they compete in other fields, such as strategy. Yemotian has even suffered several secret losses, so that the world always compares them.

This guy is very strong... He is also the only master who can play swords in front of the Yasha clan!

Ye Motian knew very well that if the beast king Modu was just a dragon-level who made up the numbers among the four knights, his main business was just an exorcist, and that Apocalypse Knight Corollan was a true sword-level god of war. Like Li Wenni's Nether Soul Cannon just now, there was no chance to display it in front of Corollan.

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree, the Apocalypse Knight, and the Sword Saint Corolla.

This is the ceiling level, who can Rose fight?

The voices of the supporters of the Holy City that were almost silent and the suppressed and shocked emotions finally erupted at this time.

"Sword Saint Corolla!"

"The number one master in the Holy City! Rose's scumbags don't be arrogant, wait for you to die!"

"Bah! Isn't that Modo just now also a dragon-level? We are afraid of you?"

"Oh, I'm so anxious to lose. I'm just going to go wherever I'm going? Didn't you hear our goddess Winnie say? Today we are here to slap you in the face!"

"Captain Wang Feng! Captain Wang Feng!"

Rose's people also became noisy. Since the other party sent the strongest one, of course he had to be the strongest one on his side. Although Wang Feng did not show his true body of Dharma Image, so what? No one would suspect that Wang Feng is Rose's strongest one, just like he said that he was casually killing Tianzhe Yifeng and Ye Dun. The nine dragon levels were taught by him, and he was definitely the strongest!

But unexpectedly, Wang Feng just smiled slightly, turned his head and said, "Old Hei, are you active?"

"good!"

He didn't even go to Wang Feng, but Hei Wukai?

The stands around calmed down slightly, and then there was a burst of crazy cheers.

If anyone in the Rose team can be at the same level as Wang Feng, there is no doubt that it must be Hei Wukai.

In the ghost class, Heiwukai wooed Wang Feng every day to fight, but Wang Feng avoided the fight. He was talked about the most in the Rose Temple. Although people did not believe that Wang Feng was really afraid of fighting with Heiwukai, there was no doubt that at least Wang Feng regarded Heiwukai as an opponent of the same level, and it would be troublesome to fight... This can be seen from the fact that others are just members of the ghost class, while Heiwukai is the deputy squad leader and assistant to the mentor.

This is also Rose's ceiling combat power, and it's just right to deal with Corollan!

"Black God! Black God!" A cheer sounded from Rose's stands.

Gina was ready, holding a three-meter-high black flag, stepping on the railing with one foot, and shaking the flagpole with red face with excitement. Dongbro next to her was pressed tightly, and when she waved the flag, she almost fainted.

"Get out of here, don't block me and cheer for my idol!" Gina yelled.

Dongbro looked depressed. In half a year, he failed to climb up with Wang Feng and the others to find the opportunity to lose island. However, with the help of Oscar, he achieved success with Gina. He is no longer a lover but a fiancée. But this... the fiancée helped other men work so hard and told herself not to block...

The cheers of the young people obviously did not affect the judgment of the big guys in the field.

This is not an ordinary regular game, and there are not those low-level civilians around. Whether they are cheering for the Holy City or cheering for Rose, the noise is far worse than the scene during the Battle of Rose and Zen, but more of it is a solemnity, a complex look that is silent and sound from the big bosses from all sides.

After watching Winnie's battle, no one will underestimate Rose, the little guys who have just advanced to the dragon level, and no one will question Heiwukai's name as the number one genius of Yasha, but after all, his opponent is Corolla...

Ye Motian's face was a little solemn. There was no doubt that Corollan was the best touchstone for Heiwukai, but this touchstone was too hard. With the pretext of Modo's killing, Corollan probably wouldn't hold back. In this battle, I'm afraid it will be a matter of both victory and loss, and life and death!

Others were already nervous for him, but there was no sign of nervousness on Hei Wukai's face.

Compared to the arrogance he had been half a year ago, Hei Wukai now looks much more introverted.

The outside world has been half a year, and the Holy Island has been eight years.

To be honest, Hei Wukai really never thought that he could stay in a place without alcohol or women for eight years.

The mystery of the Damoris Sword of Dark Demon Island was allowed to comprehend for five years, and the next two years were integrated... Immersed in that mysterious world, I could not feel the passage of time at all, but the last year was also the most difficult year to cultivate my heart!

The experience of refining the heart that year was worth ten or even twenty years. His temperament settled down, and the youthfulness that had been left on his face disappeared. Even the contour of his face looked much three-dimensional, missing a little lazy, and extra was a vicissitudes and indifference that belonged to a prodigal son, as well as the stubborn stubborn stubborn face.
To be continued...