6550-Sorcerer

Ares, the **** of war, is going to make a real move.

When these words were spoken from the Black Dragon King, the Black Dragon tribe immediately understood the urgency of the matter.

As the Black Dragon King who can slightly suppress the head of the God of War Ares, he knows the strength of the God of War Ares better than anyone.

He can contend with Ares, the **** of war, and rely more on the power of the blood of the black dragon clan.

Even now, Ares, God of War, has not used his current hole card.

Because once they are cast, the Black Dragon King and Ares, the **** of war, will fall into a state of immortality.

Even they themselves can't precisely control such power.

If it is affected by the battle, it may be a small fate that has to be explained here.

Under the urging of the Black Dragon King, a subtle feeling arose between heaven and earth.

It was a kind of fighting spirit, a kind of unstoppable domineering to fight to the end.

It is also the tenacity of endless battles.

The brilliance of Ares, the **** of war, is getting more and more dazzling and more and more eye-catching.

The dark golden armor could not conceal the power of faith in him.

The dark golden light rushed into the sky.

In the silence, Ares, the God of War, slowly opened his eyes, and those clear blue eyes that were as clear as the sky slowly locked onto the stubbornly resisting Matt.

Matt violently pushed the God Killer Spear away from him.

The sky flees quickly, trying to escape the lock of Ares, the **** of war.

But he couldn't do it anyway.

With cold sweat all over his body, Matt seemed to have smelled the opportunity of death.

Ares, the **** of war, opened his hand, and in the sky behind him, countless spears gathered, shining like a galaxy!

The pressure came to the sky and pressed Matt to the ground.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, gravel, grass and trees splashed, and dust rose in the sky.

"Lord Ares, I will explain!"

"I will explain everything!"

"Please raise your hands high and spare my life!"

"Master of War!"

In the face of the fear of death, Matt finally understood why he only had the option of assassination.

Because of the frontal battlefield, he could not be the opponent of Ares, the **** of war.

As long as Ares, the **** of war, noticed him, he would have fallen into a defeated environment, and there was absolutely no possibility of turning over.

As for life, it was only something that the **** of war Ares could take away at any time.

Matt has panicked now.

Originally under the hands of the Holy Master, he was also a core member of the messenger level. In addition to the Holy Master, he was a superior existence.

Now it was because of the anger of Ares, the **** of war, that everything he had had disappeared.

The fear of death made him lose his faith.

"Master of War!"

"Please! I can tell you where they are."

"Master of War, please take a look at the reason I used to contribute to the Holy Palace of War!"

Under this begging for mercy, it was not the forgiveness of Ares, the God of War, that the God of War Ares, on the contrary, made the God of War Ares firmer in his belief in beheading Matt.

Slowly raising his hand, Matt, who was already locked, had nowhere to escape.

In his azure blue eyes, he has foreseen all the next possible situations.

With this trick, Matt has zero chance of surviving.

"If you don't beg me for mercy, and you still have a bit of spine to fight the sacred temple, maybe I will give you a chance."

"But now, you actually trampled on my honor of fighting the Holy Palace!"

"In vain, you are still the first of the twelve riders in my temple!"

"Not killing you today is not enough to vent your hatred!"

After that, the **** of war Ares suddenly raised his hand and spurred by the spears that filled the sky like shooting stars. They were not fast, but they locked Matt. With this move, he had no choice but to resist!

But Matt's strength was placed in the Battle Sacred Hall. Although it was enough to see, it was insignificant when placed in front of the God of War Ares.

Under the full force of a move, I feel that there is no possibility of survival.

Matt closed his eyes in despair.

Under the previous move, the power of faith of the Holy Lord has all been exhausted.

This is the power of faith that the Holy Master has given him from the beginning, and it can be used once to avoid the ultimate move of the **** of war Ares at the most critical moment.

Matt didn't expect it, nor did the Holy Lord.

Ares, the God of War, actually took the lead.

In the case of a head-on confrontation, Matt even has the infinite power of faith to bless.

Can not escape the end of death.

The sky spear fell like Seiya, and the earth trembled violently!

The roar hurts people's ears.

Even Qin Yichen, who was far away in the Temple of Light Master, felt such fluctuations.

"The strength of Ares, the **** of war, cannot be underestimated. I am not qualified to do it with him now."

"However, since my Temple of Light Lord lacks the upper-level strength now, this Matt is a good choice."

Thinking of this, Qin Yichen suddenly stretched out his hand forward. In front of him, the two colors of Yin and Yang gathered into a gossip door, and the misty halo gathered.

With the appearance of the Bagua Gate, the tremor in the Temple of Light Lord became more violent.

Inside the mountain, loess keeps falling.

The believers in the Temple of the Lord of Light all set off, looking confused in the direction of the vibration.

The fluctuations were getting more and more distance, Qin Yichen thought a little, his arm suddenly turned into a phantom, between reality and illusion.

Slowly put his hand into the gossip door, and suddenly pulled back hard.

"come out!"

boom!

The gossip gate collapsed instantly, Matt's face was full, his body was covered with scars, and the power of the **** of faith remained on his arm, constantly eroding his body.

The brain buzzed, and even the sting of the body was covered.

At the moment before he fell into a coma, he saw a man, his robe rustled by the gust of wind.

In front of him, there was a strange door, and the splashing mud and gravel broke apart at the moment when he was about to touch the body of that person.

As the illusory door was broken, the surroundings suddenly returned to silence.

He saw that the man couldn't control his body, took a step forward, and then stood up straight.

The light shed from the top of the temple, and the misty halo illuminated his body like a dream.

If there is really a savior in this world.

Then he is probably what the person in front of him looks like.

Matt fainted with the last bit of remnant thoughts.

Qin Yichen looked back at Matt, then looked at his already trembling hand.

The Taoist robe that has fallen into the "empty state" has long been shattered.

Qin Yichen's arm was not spared either, the God of War Ares's sharp spear left long and neat wounds on his arm, and the blood slid down his arm to the palm of his hand and dripped to the ground.

With the brilliance falling, Qin Yichen restored a little clarity in his mind.

With a thought, the charm left by Sai Lao floated in the air after his enlightenment.

Not long after, Qin Yichen's body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After finishing the wound treatment, Qin Yichen arranged his Taoist robe, and then looked at Matt, who was seriously injured and fainted on the ground.

"Order Zhao Wuling to go to the hall immediately."