Despite facing the siege of the other four people, he showed amazing strength and seriously injured two of them.

The two seriously injured people, one of whom was as pale as paper, had no blood, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding. He covered his chest tightly with his hands, and half-kneeled weakly on the ground, his eyes full of fear and reluctance, as if crying about the injustice of fate;

The other person fell aside, his body twitched slightly, his breath was weak, and his life was in a line of death, and the candlelight of life was shaking in the strong wind.

The strong man Luo Jia held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword with both hands. The sword seemed to be in harmony with his heart and had life, perfectly integrated into his arms and became a part of his body.

His chest was fluctuating violently, and he was gasping heavily. Every breath was accompanied by a heavy breath. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy in the fierce battle just now.

However, his eyes were still firm, with a sense of arrogance that he would rather die than surrender, as if he was announcing to everyone that he would never surrender easily.

"Luojia, stop being obsessed with it! Although you are strong and have reached the peak of Baoyuan Realm, and the four of us join forces are not your opponent, you have just been injured. If we continue to fight like this endlessly, in the end, we will probably be both sides of the loss and let others get the advantage in vain!"

The other man was full of anxiety and shouted at the strong man with a loud voice. His voice was a little hoarse and broken in the whistling of the wind, but it was still clearly heard into everyone's ears. This man was a little thin and his figure seemed a little shaky in the storm of the wind.

His face was thin, his cheekbones were tall, and there was a hint of cunning and calculating in his eyes. While staring at Luo Jia vigilantly, he kept turning his head to observe the situation around him. He looked like a cunning fox, always looking for opportunities to take advantage of.

When Luo Jia heard this, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and she showed a sneer of contempt. Her smile was full of disdain and arrogance, as if everything in the world was not taken seriously by him:

"Just because of you, you want to take this sword from me? It's a dream! My Luojia's strength has long reached the limit of the Baoyuan Realm. Just because you little characters at the peak of Baoyuan Realm and the ninth level of Baoyuan Realm, what can you do to me?"

His voice was like a bell ringing, echoing on this battlefield for a long time, with a sense of arrogant domineeringness, as if he was the master of this battlefield, and no one could shake his position.

"What about me?" Just as the sword was tense, a strange ripples suddenly appeared in the air, just like a calm lake hit by a flying stone from the sky, instantly breaking the original tranquility. Then, several figures appeared out of thin air like ghosts.

The leader was wearing a snow-white robe with exquisite and complex golden patterns embroidered on it. Under the dull and depressing sky, it still shone with dazzling light, like the dawn of dawn.

His face was cold, his lines were hard, and his eyes were filled with an innate majesty and mystery, as if he could see through all the secrets in the world. This person was the holy envoy of the Holy Hall. Behind him, there were masters such as Yu Zhengqi and Yu Haoran from Zhengqi Hall.

Yu Zhengqi is tall and upright, like a pine tree, with a strong face, and a sense of firmness and determination in his eyes, as if no difficulties can stop him from moving forward; Yu Haoran has agile body, agile movements, agile eyes, a smart and capable look, and every move exudes a kind of confidence and calmness.

Their appearance was like pouring another bucket of oil on the originally burning fire, making the already extremely nervous situation even more tense and about to break out.

When Luo Jia saw this scene, her face instantly became extremely ugly, as if she was shrouded in a thick layer of frost, and became extremely gloomy.

His brows frowned tightly, forming a deep word "chuan", and a trace of anger and fear flashed in his eyes. It was an instinctive reaction when facing unknown threats: "The Holy Temple also wants to seize this sword? Your Holy Temple has always been known as open and honest. Do you want to take advantage of others' danger today?"

There was a hint of imperceptible tremor in his voice, and he was obviously shocked and uneasy at the sudden appearance of the people in the temple. He vaguely realized in his heart that he was about to face an unprecedented crisis.

The Holy Envoy's eyes were as lightning as lightning, staring at Luo Jia, his expression was as calm as water, and said lightly: "This Demon Lord's Black Sky Sword is the sword of the former Demon Lord. The Demon Lord was imprisoned by my Holy Temple, so his sword should naturally belong to the Holy Temple. If you know the image, hand it over quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being polite!"

Although his voice was not high, it exuded an unquestionable majesty. Every word seemed to contain endless power, as if he was the master of this world, and his command was the laws of the world, and no one dared to disobey it.

When Luo Jia heard this, her face suddenly showed an extremely angry expression, and her face turned red, like a ripe tomato, and like a volcano that was about to erupt: "The temple is hypocritical and glamorous on the surface. I didn't expect that there were despicable villains behind her by any means! It's really disgusting!"

While cursing angrily, he held the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in his hand tighter with both hands, as if it was his last reliance, demonstrating to the people of the Holy Temple, showing his determination to never surrender.

The holy envoy's expression was still calm, as if Luo Jia's curse was just a wind in his ear to him, and he said in a cold tone: "I don't want to talk nonsense to you anymore. Now, I will give you another chance. If you don't hand over the sword again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

There was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as cold as the abyss in the cold night, as if Luo Jia was just an insignificant ant in his eyes, and could be crushed to death at any time.

Luo Jia was obviously a little unwilling to give up. After all, no one could give up such a rare treasure. He gritted his teeth, his cheeks raised high, glared at the envoy, and his eyes seemed to be about to spit out of fire: "Holy Church, your behavior today is extremely shameless!"

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His voice was filled with anger and helplessness. In the face of this absolute gap in strength, he felt deeply powerless, but his inner unwillingness was like a ball of fire, burning in his chest.

The Holy Envoy finally became a little impatient. He frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, as if he was looking at something extremely dirty: "You are really stubborn! Yu Zhengqi, stop talking nonsense to him, just do it!"

There was a sense of determination and decisiveness in his tone, as if he had lost his last patience with Luo Jia.
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