In the quiet and dark night sky, Tang Xiaochuan flew with his sword.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the detached villa where Cheng Dan was imprisoned. Tang Xiaochuan fell from the sky to the balcony of the villa, opened the door and walked in.

After Tang Xiaochuan walked in, he smelled a trace of blood from the air, glanced around, dissipated his spiritual sense, and investigated the situation of the entire villa.

There are several corpses in the villa warehouse, and six white people are hidden in the room around the living room, and no Cheng Dan is found.

"Cheng Dan is not in this villa, is it that what Qin Feng said is fake?" Tang Xiaochuan thought to himself.

"Go down and take a look." Tang Xiaochuan got down from the upper floor and came to the living room.

"You all come out." Tang Xiaochuan stood in the middle of the living room, glanced at the room where the two of them were hiding, and said coldly.

The six fanatical believers in the Holy See who were hiding in the secret were surprised when they heard what Tang Xiaochuan said. They didn't know how Tang Xiaochuan discovered them.

Since Tang Xiaochuan has discovered them, there is no need for them to continue hiding.

Six people came out of the hiding room.

Tang Xiaochuan glanced at the six people and said coldly: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"You don't need to know who we are. It's enough for us to know that you are Tang Xiaochuan." One of the six spoke.

"Oh! You know me, it seems that Cheng Dan is also in your hands. The corpses in the warehouse are Qin Fengcai's subordinates!" Tang Xiaochuan said lightly.

"Not bad!" someone replied.

"Where is Cheng Dan?" Tang Xiaochuan asked.

"Cheng Dan is the saint of our Holy See. You don't need to know where she is now. What you should consider most now is your safety." Another of the six people said with a smile.

"Is Cheng Dan the saint of your Holy See?" Tang Xiaochuan frowned. He had never heard Cheng Dan mention this before.

"This is not something you need to care about. I ask you, is the Pope's Holy Sword still in your hands?" someone asked.

"Oh! It turns out that you are for the Pope's Holy Sword. I said why are you so familiar? Last time at the auction, you six of you showed up!" Tang Xiaochuan suddenly remembered who these six people were.

"It seems that your memory is not bad. The Pope's Holy Sword is a personal belonging to the Pope, and it is sacred and inviolable. It is not something that mortals like you can have. If you hand over the Pope's Holy Sword, I can leave you a complete corpse."

"Take the Pope's Sword, and the Holy Father will forgive your sins."

"Super the Pope's Holy Sword, or die."

"Defiling the Pope's Holy Sword is an insult to the Pope and a blasphemy to the Holy Father. You will be subjected to endless pursuit by our Holy Sword. The only way out for you is to hand over the Pope's Holy Sword."

These six fanatical believers from the Holy See were staring at Tang Xiaochuan with an aggressive tone and a threatening tone.

"Haha, don't put such a big hat on my head. I can't afford it. It's just a broken sword. What's so great about it?" Tang Xiaochuan said.

"Then why don't you hand over the Pope's Holy Sword quickly." The six people said at the same time.

"Don't worry, I'll think about where I put the Pope's Holy Sword." Tang Xiaochuan thought hard.

"Oh, I remembered it. I threw the Pope's Holy Sword into one place." Tang Xiaochuan said.

"Hmm? Where? Tell us quickly."

"I've thrown it into the toilet. You can go to the toilet and look for it." Tang Xiaochuan said.

"Damn guy, he's playing with us."

"The Pope's Holy Sword is sacred. You guy who deserves to die ten thousand times actually threw the Pope's Holy Sword into the toilet. I must kill you."

"Kill this man and let him know the consequences of blaspheming the Pope's Holy Sword."

Whoosh swosh swosh!!!

The six people surrounded Tang Xiaochuan at the same time.

Tang Xiaochuan glanced at them and said, "It's okay to do it, but you have to tell me whether Cheng Dan is in your hands."

"Go to hell and ask." These six fanatical believers burst out with powerful strength at the same time and rushed towards Tang Xiaochuan.

Three people held the Western Knight's sword in their hands, and the other three summoned three packages of light blades and slashed at Tang Xiaochuan.

"The bright moon rises on the sea." Tang Xiaochuan snorted coldly, and a moon appeared behind him.

The moon turned into countless sword energy and flew towards these six people.

"Be careful." One of the six people shouted softly, waved the knight's sword in his hand to block the sword energy that was flying towards him. The other two people holding the knight's sword in their hands also waved the knight's sword to block the sword energy.

Those three guys who summoned the light blades were not so lucky.

Facing the sword energy flying towards them, only one of them escaped by chance.

The other two people were penetrated by sword energy, and countless blood holes appeared on their bodies, turning into blood sieves.

As soon as Tang Xiaochuan took action, two of them died, and the remaining four people looked at them with angry flames. They were fanatical believers of the Holy See and had already been prepared to devote themselves to the Holy See.

"We're fighting with Tang Xiaochuan." One of the remaining four people, one of them held the knight's sword tightly in both hands, jumped from the ground into the air, and slashed the knight's sword in his hand fiercely towards Tang Xiaochuan's head.

"Things that are overestimating one's own ability, I'll send you to meet your Holy Father." Tang Xiaochuan held Feixue tightly and waved a sword light.

Click!

Crackling!

A sword light swept by Tang Xiaochuan, and the man who jumped into the air and slashed towards him. The knight's sword in his hand was swept by the sword light, making a crisp sound of shattering.

The entire greatsword shattered and turned into pieces.

Bang!

Then, the man was swept by the sword light, his body exploded, and his flesh and blood splattered everywhere.

Another one died.

Only three of the six were left.

"We underestimate Tang Xiaochuan's strength too much. We thought that our six first-level gods were more than enough to deal with one Tang Xiaochuan. Now it seems that we are very wrong." One of the remaining three people said in annoyance.

"When things have come to this point, there is no room for retreat. I have already prepared to sacrifice my life for a Holy Father. Today, I will protect the honor of the Holy Father with my blood and my life, and defend the glory of the Holy Father to the death." The other of the three rushed towards Tang Xiaochuan.

Tang Xiaochuan waved out snow.

Swish!

Flying snow pierces this person's heart.

In his chest, a blood hole the size of a fist appeared.

Plop!

The man's body fell to the ground.

"For the Holy Church, for the Holy Father, kill!"

"Tang Xiaochuan, you will know the consequences of blasphemy and indifference to the Holy See. I am waiting for you in hell."

The only two remaining wanted to die with Tang Xiaochuan.

The sword light flashed.

Tang Xiaochuan ended the lives of these two people and glanced at the bodies of the six people. He was really a group of lunatics.
Chapter completed!