A sword is like a rainbow, and all the ghosts and gods are shocked. Xuan Qi swung the strongest sword and immediately furious the two referees. He was originally just a game like a cat playing with a mouse, but who knew that the mouse turned into a weasel and dared to challenge the cat. This is asking for death.

The referee wearing silver armor hummed with anger at the same time. The referee on the left had a tulip embroidered on his breastplate, and the thorn bird on his breastplate on his right was their code name and their name.

Tulip took a half step back, and the flower sword in his hand was fixed. He held the tip of the sword in one hand and the hilt of the sword in the other hand. After bent into a big bow shape, he suddenly bounced forward. With a whoosh, the flower sword instantly pierced the sound barrier and turned into a few stars on the long sword swinged by Xuan Qi.

The sword that was so angry that it was actually suppressed by the extremely slender flower sword. At the same time, the thorn bird's body rotated, with its left leg as the axis and its right leg was forceful. The body was tilted seventy degrees and then rotated three hundred and sixty degrees. The flower sword in his hand turned into stars in the sky, stabbing towards Xuan Qi's chest.

Hum? Suddenly, Xuan Qi's eyes flashed with surprise. He was about to pull the Qi soldier, but he found it stuck to the tulip's sword transformed into a shield. Looking at the rapidly trembling tip of the sword, looking at the twinkling starlight in the sky. Xuan Qi simply relaxed his hand, and the Qi soldier Qinglong Yanyue Sword turned into nothingness. Xuan Qi pushed a front of his left hand and turned into a shield. His five fingers opened his right hand, and a simple sword condensed.

The sword of the Dingding Dingding Ding Flower Sword pierced on the shield, and a crisp sound came out, and the impact force pushed Xuan Qi back three steps back. He endured the Thorn Bird's attack, and when his old power was exhausted and his new power was not born, Xuan Qi immediately removed the shield, and the Park Knife in his right hand rose high, slashing towards the Thorn Bird's neck as fast as lightning.

Xuanqi used all his strength to see the Qi soldiers spreading their helmets into the air, and the big heads rolled in the air and blood fluttered in the sky. Killing a referee chief, the remaining one is much easier.

There was a sudden extra flower sword between the helmet and the armor. Tulip blocked the flower sword in front of the thorn bird's chest, and the Qi soldiers slashed the flower sword on the flower sword. The tough flower sword blocked the sword that Xuan Qi was determined to win. The flower sword in the hand of the thorn bird teased Xuan Qi's chest from bottom to top. If it was swept to the point, it would be opened and the stomach would flow.

In desperation, Xuan Qi nipped his feet and quickly retreated. He held the Pu sword tightly with both hands. Xuan Qi stared at the two extremely difficult referees like a tiger.

Tulips stood side by side with the thorn bird. After looking at each other, they nodded, and then stood up a fujian and gave Xuan Qi a knight salute.

In the Middle Ages, Europe praised chivalrous spirit. A noble person must possess several elements of chivalrous spirit. For example, when they want to duel with someone, they will first give a knight ceremony to the other party, and then throw gloves on the other party.

Once you do this, it means endless hatred and even the glory of these two families. This is a game where two can only live one, and it is also the greatest respect for your opponent.

When the tulips and the thornbird performed a knightly ceremony to Xuanqi, Simos, who had been watching, whispered loudly: "After all, I underestimated you. I never thought you could anger the referee. You should know that they are all nobles of the seventeenth century. It is also your honor to be purified by them."

"Is that?" Xuan Qi stood up slowly, and used the ancestral etiquette of the Xuan family to give a greeting to the two referees, and then said: "I am honored to be able to cut off the heads of these two nobles." As soon as he finished speaking, the light flashed again in his hands, and a huge axe condensed into a soldier. Xuan Qi held it tightly in his hand.

The referee wearing silver armor, looking at the front of the armor, could not find any gaps. The weakness was on the back, but Xuan Qi could not find a chance to start. After thinking about it, he could only use his strength to break the trick and smash two iron cans with a big axe.

The old man was very silent. He also knew that Xuan Qi had reached a critical moment of life and death. If it weren't for the trump card of TNT, Xuan Qi would have been caught and bleeding long ago. Now seeing the two referees getting serious and having already put on a stance of fighting life and death, the old man whispered to Xuan Qi: "There is still a trump card on you that has not been used. The driving formula of the Four Sheep Lord is..."

A bell and tripod inscription appeared in Xuan Qi's mind, and Xuan Qi quickly remembered the meaning of this tripod. In the history of human evolution and development, magic and magic are also constantly evolving. From the beginning of the earliest wisdom enlightenment, humans used knots to record things and portrayed some important inheritances on the rock wall.

Then the earliest ignorant witches were born. These witches would carve knowledge on oracle bones to inherit knowledge, use it to calculate the future, and use it to avoid misfortune. Then it was a leap from the Stone Age to the Bronze Age. The witches discovered bronze and used bronze to create bronze ware, and then carved various inscriptions with cumbersome patterns on the bronze ware to inherit their magic. This was also an inevitable process of starting a hundred schools of thought and creating prosperous chapters.

Xuan Qi mastered the inscription of the bell and tripod, and was able to control the Four Sheep Lords. What kind of power does the witchcraft from before Xuanshu have been seen soon.

The thornbird and tulip both put away the flower sword in their hands, crushed the hilt of the sword with their palms, and with a click, the slender flower sword broke from the root, and then pulled out a long sword like autumn water from behind, and installed it on the hilt of the sword.

The two long swords were filled with cold light, like a fog of autumn water and trembling. The momentum of the two referees changed, and they were as dazzling as a sword that was unsheathed.

This is their true strength. Xuan Qi gritted his teeth secretly, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the axe in his hand slightly, and separated his steps slightly. Although he had a trump card, his heart was full of solemnity.

The reason why the referee used a thin sword like a steel knives instead of a regular long sword is because they were afraid that the victims would not be able to hold on for a few times. Therefore, they used a thin sword like a steel knives. Even if they stabbed them ten times in a row, they would only leave a honeycomb-shaped wound without breaking the entire thigh.

Using a thin sword is not because of kindness, but because of the desire to give more pain to the tortured person. Just like cutting flesh with a dull knife, it has nothing to do with kindness, it is just to amplify the pain.

A long life can enjoy a long time and develop a different kind of quirk. As the oldest referee in the Holy See, men who have dedicated their lives to the Lord, they are not close to women, and they are in charge of killing. In the long and long life, one pagan after another has been ruled, and over time, there will always be unforgettable pressure and even produce inner demons. So they learn to make the enemy roar, roar in fear, and die in the roar, as if these hysterical roars can comfort the trembling soul of the referee.

So they changed the sword and changed it to a foil sword. They used the slender sword body to create a different kind of pain, and then comforted the hysterical and trembling soul.

Now feeling the pressure on Xuan Qi's body like a mountain, both of them showed a different kind of caution, their eyes drooped slightly, the sword in their hands shone coldly, the thorn bird nodded first, the tulip took a step, the heavy armor roared, the long sword hit a sonic boom, the sword body like autumn water drew a long rainbow, and cut towards Xuan Qi's head

It was so good that Xuan Qi took a breath and pushed his chest. The axe in his hand swung it and hit the sword blade directly. It seemed to be light and there was no force. Xuan Qi's axe was led aside by the tulip.

Unfortunately, Xuan Qi felt a little unclear in his heart. He watched the sword in the thorn bird turn into a meteor in the sky, cutting left and right, like a big net, covering Xuan Qi.

"Shouldn't the duel be one-on-one?" Xuan Qi's mind was full of doubts. It was supposed to be a one-on-one battle with Tulips, but why did it change now?

Time is the most magical magician. He can replace many things with their original appearance. Hundreds of years of entanglement and hundreds of years of polishing. Even the nobles who originally adhered to the principles of knights have now become shameless. Victory is the most important thing, because history books are written by the winners.

He lost seriously and Semos had a grim smile on the corner of his mouth. When the tulips and thorn birds performed a knight ceremony to Xuanqi, he had already imagined this moment. Now Semos seemed to have seen Xuanqi fly up on his head, and the holy blood bloomed like a firework in the hall of the courtroom.

Xuan Qi's pupils dilated, his expression was speechless and stunned. The corners of his mouth trembled slightly, and he recited a magic trick. The spiritual energy of the heavens trembled, and light and shadows seemed to flash in the void. A large cauldron fell from the sky, like a flying mountain peak, roaring and crushing, blocking Xuan Qi's body, and then crushing forward.

Hundreds of swords were slashed on the cauldron, as if the bell was ringing, the sound waves were rolling, and the bronze light flashed. The cauldron did not sing, and the sword was shaken open the sword of the thornbird, and then a bang hit the chest of the thornbird

The thorn bird seemed to be a golf ball that was knocked away by a golf club. It struck a mysterious arc against the pillar of fire, and then rebounded to the ground. The divine silver armor was hit with a bumpy pit, and the cold helmet rolled to the ground, revealing a pale face. The 300-year-old thorn bird had brown eyes, white beard and golden hair, and a sick flush hanging on its fair skin. The corner of its bent mouth was spewing out of the red blood and fragments of its internal organs.

This hand shocked everyone in the trial. The cauldron in the void slowly rotated and the patterns on it were beautiful. The unique patina brought the heaviness of history. Driven by the spiritual energy, a ball of unobtrusive light flashed, reflecting in everyone's pupils, bringing a different stimulation.

"Is this Chinese magic?" Simos swallowed, looking at the thorn bird that was still emitting blood on the ground, an attack that could not even be resisted by silver armor. It was so powerful

Simos said to the tulip, "Stop him and I'll wear golden armor." As he said, he felt it was not appropriate, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll wear God's arms."

The thorn bird, who was hesitant at first, thought about blocking it or not, but when he heard the name of God's armed forces, he immediately stretched out his sword to Xuan Qi, and a line of words appeared in his head. Persistence was victory.
Chapter completed!