6564-Sorcerer

When the sky was gone, Ares, the God of War, just wanted to walk towards Zhao Wuling, talk to him, and express his gratitude.

Just when he took a step, the black mist rolled from the ground to the sky again.

Although the black-robed man was a little embarrassed, there were not many injuries on his body.

A pair of eyes stared at the God of War Ares fiercely. The two were no more than tens of meters apart, so close, let alone a mental calculation, as long as he had any idea that was unfavorable to the God of War Ares, he could immediately execute it, and Severely wounded Ares, the God of War.

Things were developing in the same way. Ares, the **** of war, didn't even have time to react, but saw a hand slapped to his chest, and above that palm was a cloud of lingering black smoke.

At that moment, Ares, the God of War, seemed to suffocate.

Needless to think about it, this strange black smoke that has consumed a lot of his power of faith has just swallowed, and once it is penetrated into the body, the only ending waiting for him is death.

There was a tingling pain from the wound on the palm, and all of them were reminding Ares the **** of war.

Once hit, what will be the ending.

But he was unprepared, his body couldn't adjust at all, he could only watch the attack fall, falling on his chest.

Everything seems to be doomed at this moment.

The temple twelve riders didn't have time to return for help, and the black rider who responded the fastest was just ascending to the sky at this moment.

His deep hands were wide open, and his eyes were facing the unknown horror.

Zhao Wuling just released Dao Fa, Three Thousand Magic Sword. The body is in extreme weakness. What if he saw this sneak attack?

Dao Fa, Three Thousand Illusion Sword, need time to prepare, he still doesn't have the ability to use it immediately.

But what can happen even if it is used?

At such a long distance, I want to accurately knock back the opponent without seriously injuring Ares, the **** of war. For Zhao Wuling, who had just learned to use the Three Thousand Illusion Sword, the difficulty was no different from ascending to the sky.

No one can save him.

God of War Ares's pupils have already been enlarged, and he is about to die, but he can't do anything, everything seems to be in slow motion.

"Damn, this trick can't be avoided."

"What should I do, what should I do!"

"I can't die yet, I want to defeat the main **** Zeus! How can I die here!"

With more and more thoughts, God of War Ares suddenly jumped in front of his eyes.

"who is it?"

His thoughts are not affected in any way, but his movements are extremely slow, and even the opponent's offense has slowed down, just like slow motion.

Just as the palm of his hand was about to press on the chest of the God of War Ares, the weird black mist had already coveted the body of the God of War Ares, and the black smoke that jumped up seemed to be cheering.

It is like a spike, pointing to the **** of Ares, the **** of war.

They are about to feast on.

Time seemed to stagnate at this moment, the **** of war Ares with cold sweat on his forehead.

I can't avoid it, I can't stop it, I can only watch the scene before my death, I don't know when the palm will be taken.

This process is extremely tortured and painful.

But Ares, the **** of war, did not back down, and tried his best to prepare, his body's center of gravity shifted, and several retreat methods appeared in his mind, and he even carefully checked the feasibility of these methods.

In the end, Ares, the God of War, chose to escape backward and then downward.

The other party would never expect that he would go down and rush into a black mist.

After avoiding this trick, Ares, the **** of war, has decided to counterattack, that is, the god-killing spear that does not contain the power of faith.

With all preparations made, Ares, the **** of war, held his breath, waiting for the moment when time resumed operation.

Suddenly, in front of the **** of war Ares, a gray light appeared.

A huge phantom quietly appeared above the head of Ares, the **** of war.

Ares, the **** of war, felt the behemoth behind him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir Feng, this time, I owe you my life."

The statue of the **** who operated like glass slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed Ares the **** of war in his hand, and forcibly moved him a few steps away from where he was resting.

Just this one action, the figure of the **** suddenly collapsed.

The cost of reversing cause and effect and changing the universe is extremely heavy.

Even if it was the power of faith in the Temple of Light, there was absolutely no way to do it easily. It seemed to help the **** of war Aresno to move just a few steps, but it took nearly a year of accumulation of faith in the Temple of Light.

The God of War Ares looked at the source of this power, and from a long distance away, he seemed to see the strategizing Qin Yichen, with a relaxed and indifferent expression, and he resolved his worries about his life with just a wave of his hand.

Ares, the **** of war, shook his head helplessly.

"In terms of calculations, I am still a bit worse than you."

At this moment, the **** of war Ares had to admit his weakness, at least in the face of Qin Yichen's terrifying calculation ability, he was useless.

As the power of faith ran out, the God of Light disappeared without a trace, and everything around him suddenly came back to life.

The black-robed man's palm hit the empty space, and the restless black mist directly pierced the previous position of Ares, the **** of war.

It only took a few short steps to turn the situation around.

Ares, the **** of war, seized this opportunity and pierced the black-robed man's neck with the God-killing spear in his hand!

The same distance is a few steps, the same violent surprise attack.

Even if the black-robed people are interested, they never have time to react.

What's more, he was still in the excitement that he was about to swallow the **** of war Ares.

puff

The God Killing Spear pierced through the black-robed man's chest and passed directly through the black-robed man's chest.

The black-robed people do not have the kind of light master's temple.

"die."

Ares, the **** of war, twisted his spear mercilessly and smashed the black robe man's chest severely, and a picture stone emerged in his palm.

The other spear pointed at the veil of the black robe man.

"Let me see your true colors."

The spear waved, and the black robe dissipated in the wind.

The true face that the **** of war Ares wanted to see did not appear, only a withered bone that had long been withered beyond recognition.

The stench of rotting rushed over his face.

"Um?"

Ares, the **** of war, picked up the black robe and let the corpse fall to the ground.

"What kind of ghost is this, and it doesn't look like an evil god's means."

The scene has been recorded by the Photograph Stone, and this corpse is not much used.

Ares, the **** of war, looked at the shadow stone in his hand, but felt a sigh of emotion in his heart.

"Master Feng always has these strange but useful things."

"Be sure to ask him for a few more in the future, otherwise the report will be too troublesome. No, I have to trick the craftsmanship into my hands. Anyway, I took a star field from my hand for nothing. Too bad."

As the black-robed man was defeated and the black fog dissipated, the God of War Ares returned to the people in the War Sacred Hall and counted the casualties before arriving in front of Zhao Wuling.

"Thanks a lot this time."

"I don't know the Lord Feng...no, where is the Lord Guangzhu now? I want to thank you in person."

Zhao Wuling pointed behind him.

"My Lord Guangzhu and I parted ways, and my lord is over there."

The God of War Ares got Qin Yichen's position, and then led the people in the temple to Qin Yichen's direction.