The vision is chaotic, and the sense of weightlessness is coming.

The fat pants who had promised his teammates in the last second were immediately dizzy, and he was dizzy and began to review his disposable stationery in his mind.

There were nine in total, five armor, two weapons, and two magic tools, all given by his own captain, including several of them who were divided by Huo Xu.

Each one may be his escape gate to survive in the next battle, realizing the "Boldly Sword of Killing the Thorns".

Yuepang has never had such a good brain in his life. He instantly reviewed the stationery with his mind and kept everything in mind, ensuring that he could take it as he pleased and touch it.

After doing all this, his feet also fell to the ground.

The eyes gradually became clear.

The battlefield completely different from what I imagined made him stunned.

The more pangsy I thought one-on-one, I should play in a ring like a boxing match, creating a limited small venue, and both sides bite each other like wild animals, and the winner will survive.

However, the place where he was teleported was the interior of a church.

Colorful windows are covered with walls, but most of them are dark green, dark red, and dark blue. When the light from outside shines in, they are filtered into deep and mottled light and shadows, just like when the sun is blocked by heavy dark clouds, the dark color at the edge of the clouds is slightly brighter.

At the front, behind the prayer platform, three vertically parallel willow windows start from the wall about one meter above the ground and continue to rise, occupying two-thirds of the wall. Above the three willow windows, the round rose window occupies the highest and most eye-catching part of the wall, becoming the most gorgeous place in the entire church.

These flower windows spread all over the walls are large or small, round or long, but they all have one thing in common - the small pieces of colored glass on each window are not meaninglessly pieced together, nor are they simply pieced together geometric patterns, but a complete picture is formed.

In other words, a colorful window is a painting.

Consultant room.

Most of the guards have not yet emerged from the onlookers watching the second group.

That's definitely a devil's group.

They first flashed their eyes by Bai Lu's hallucination and still invited others to be happy together, and were baptized by He Lu's personal temperament that he didn't know whether to call it "mysterious" or "toxic". Then they watched a man named Daji... No, that was a wild beast - Blood Battle Guest.119, and finally accompanied guest.117 from the air, and were exhausted by a bald head holding a defense stationery tree.

Five battles, four defeats, from mental torture to fierce confrontation, the guests only experienced their own battle, the gatekeepers in front of the screen cast declined, and they were all immersive and experienced.

At this moment, the five level passers-by in the third group have entered the battlefield, and soon the corresponding guests will arrive.

The guards of the pass forcefully attacked and tried to get rid of the shadows and focus themselves again.

In the five-piece screen projection, the second battlefield attracted the attention of most guards.

Although it was not the first time I met, some people who had crossed 7/10 a few times before came to this battlefield. But when they saw each other again, it was still hard to hide their love.

Sif: "It's so beautiful."

6/10: "The most atmosphere battlefield is not one of them."

7/10: "When I was guarding the gate, I also liked to monitor this battlefield the most. Unfortunately, every time I ended up making the two guys who fought were messy and had to be repaired."

1/10 Vader: "Okay, how many levels do not need to be repaired after they are opened?"

Demos: "By the way, these colorful window paintings were also made by the owl system designer?"

Charon: "All the designs in the level are."

Demos: "It's a great idea to make these contents into paintings and put them in the levels."

The colored window paintings that people at the gate are talking about, the fatter they are, they don’t even look at them carefully.

He used to see some famous churches with Bible stories painted on colorful windows in videos and pictures. The content of the painting is nothing more than one person or a few people, and then a simple scene or plot is accompanied by a rich knowledge reserve to identify which story it is.

The more ponytails, the more I don’t have such reserves, I don’t have that much interest in identifying the contents in the paintings one by one, because there is something even more tricky. In the huge cathedral, there should be rows of seats for believers, but now, there are no seats, only rows of coffins.

The mottled light and shadow cast a different color on these coffins.

The more ponytail stood in it, pretending that he was calm and gentle.

Why did he look up at the glass window when teleported here?

He can't stand it if he looks down at the coffin first! He can still calm down his mind if he looks at the mythical glass.

It didn't take long to look around the glass window. It only took ten or twenty seconds to calculate the clearer vision of the fatter it was.

But for a one-on-one battle, one side is in place, and the other side is time to enter.

A white light silently hit the high altar more than twenty meters away.

Yuepang Pang just plucked up the courage to check the coffin, but when he saw the white light, he immediately realized that someone had entered the level again.

Who else can it be? Guest.121 must be guest.

Cong Yue, who was seeking survival instantly, decisively gave up the coffin and turned around and ran towards the church gate before the white light was completely formed.

The place where he was teleported to the ground was originally at the entrance of the church, and there was a coffin between him and the door.

So he quickly opened his agility and pushed his hands over the coffin with one hand - of course he also passed by the low altitude - and fell straight to the door.

As soon as he landed, he pushed the church gate before he could stand firm.

He doesn't know what strength the guest.121 is, but he has a clear idea of ​​what strength he is. First find a place to hide, and then secretly observe the opponent. This is definitely a good way to save your life.

Unexpectedly, when I pushed it over, the door did not open.

The more fat, the more fat, he didn't believe in evil, and then he ran over his whole body with force. With a "bang", his shoulders hurt so much, and the door didn't move at all.

The fatter he looked back anxiously.

The figures in the white light have gradually become clearer.

There is no other way, the fatter he has to bite his teeth and grit his teeth...

"Bang!"

guest.121 As soon as the white light in front of him dissipated, he heard such a strange noise.

He easily identified that the sound came from the front, near the church gate.

"The battle is about to begin, and the following are two ways to announce the end of the battle..."

In the air, naughty mechanical sounds sounded without warning.

guest.121 stood there and listened quietly to the rules. His handsome face looked peaceful and his eyebrows were filled with a bit of natural cold temperament, just like a forest in winter.

"……Good luck!"

With the unsincere blessing, the little owl's voice disappeared.

The church has regained its quiet and solemnity—or, dark and gloomy.

guest.121 walked forward, bypassed the coffin, and finally stopped in front of the church gate, where the last coffin was.

Without opening the coffin, just standing next to the coffin, guest.121 can hear the heartbeat of a living person inside.

The frequency is so fast that he suspects that if he doesn't get the person out, the person hiding inside will scare himself to death first.

He touched the coffin lid with one hand and lifted it hard.

The lid fell heavily to the ground next to it, and the situation inside the coffin was clear at a glance.

The more pants heard the sound of the lid being overturned and felt the light that was brighter than before, but he still did not move, and continued to close his eyes, close his breathing, and pretended to be dead and calmly.

But his breathing could be closed, his heartbeat could not stop, and his heart hurt.

He thought with his toes, and he knew that this guy who opened the coffin had definitely discovered it.

In fact, the moment he found out that the coffin was empty and decided to hide in, the fatter he had no hope of really hiding it. He just needed a buffer to make him brew the fighting emotions again.

guest.121 looked down at the fat man who was pretending to be dead in the coffin, and a trace of complexity flashed through his eyes.

"I've been waiting for many days," he spoke lightly, his voice low and warm, just like the slightly warm night wind in late spring and early summer. "I have thought about what kind of opponent I will meet many times..."

A faint sigh.

"The gap between ideal and reality is hard to defend against."

The more fat the "Sleeping Beauty" is: "..."

Since you have discovered it, you can beat, kick, overturn the coffin, and give a deadly punch or simply give a killer move with special abilities. Anyway, I have been ready to use the [pause button] to deal with all attacks.

But what is this disgusting sigh?

This is a fight, not a blind date. It’s your turn to be a monster who is picky!

"Stop pretending, get up," guest.121 looked at his opponent with a flushed face because of his breath, and his depressed mood became more and more melancholy. "Are you still waiting for me to carry you out?"

The fatter the more you listen to this, the more confused you become. It seems that the other party really doesn’t plan to attack in the coffin?

He took a quick breath, adjusting his breath while carefully opening his eyes.

Outside the coffin, a man with a solemn temperament stood gracefully, as if he would bend down to present flowers to his "corpse" in the next second.

"Don't you just open the cover and attack directly?" The more polite the other party was, the more suspicious the fatter he was.

guest.121 shook his head: "Attack is simple, killing you is also simple, but I spent an expensive fee, at least I had to experience your abilities and the atmosphere here."

Yue Pang Pang sat up half-believingly, and the stationery tree was waiting to go, looking around: "With this gloomy atmosphere, are you sure there is value for experience?"

"What you see is the coffin," guest.121 looked around the color windows of the paintings, "What I see is these."

Yuepang almost blurted out that "the religion of the earth has nothing to do with you." Fortunately, he remembered Tang Lin's reminder in time, and forced the words to him: "What a mess, I can't understand anyway."

guest.121 smiled, unconsciously revealing a faint natural contempt for the lower ones, but more of it is a kind of feeling that the fatter and fatter are unable to see: "Of course you don't understand, this is our story."
To be continued...