He was covered in bloody armor, a simple long sword, a face cut by a knife and axe, and a long hair that was weathered.

Such a soldier walked slowly on the flat square. The iron palm under the bearskin boots made the ground paved with bluestone sound. At the end of the square was a majestic temple, with shops on both sides. It was once extremely prosperous and noisy, but now there are only a few pedestrians, and most of the shops were light gates. Under the scorching sun, everything was lazy, which was very inconsistent with the breath that filled the warrior.

Aware of his arrival, few people inside and outside the square suddenly raised a little spirit, two or three gathered together to discuss, and a junior priest in front of the temple climbed the high and steep steps heavily, shouting something.

Soon, the priest and the priest ran out of the temple and arranged in two teams, old, small, and hula-shaped on both sides of the steps, trying their best to create a solemn and solemn atmosphere.

The warriors walked near them, and the priests immediately bowed their heads and saluted. A hearty and gentle laughter came from above, and a big man in a white robe and gold-edged robe came out to greet him in person.

"Dear Simon, my angel, you should have brought me great news!"

Simon, played by Luo He, sneered, holding a long sword, his whole body was like a sharp blade unsheathed, so sharp that it was impossible to stop it. "It's good news, but there is a premise!"

"Of course, of course!" The bishop walked down the steps and grabbed Luo He's arm intimately, "Which level has you completed the commission? Don't worry, our temple of the Lord of Hunting will not break its promise. No matter which level, we have a commensurate reward."

Luo He let the bishop pull him up the steps. When he heard his promise, he showed a smile: "Are you sure?"

"Of course, sure, which level is it?" The bishop looked at the swordsman who came from afar with curiosity. Although he had repeatedly overestimated his strength, he would not think that he could complete the highest difficulty commission. It was simply...

Luo He didn't say anything, but just turned his palm and a light suddenly appeared. The rich and pure magic of fire element suddenly became exaggerated throughout the square, and a kind of pressure came. Everyone, including the bishop who was so intimately intimate just now, looked at the crystal of the rule floating on his hand in horror, and couldn't speak in a daze.

The others were even more unbearable. Facing the dragon power with real distance, the cowardly strength had already fainted. The others were soft and shakingly falling down like drunkenness. The entire square in front of the temple was silent!

The mage tower in the distance seemed to be alarmed by the rich fire element magic power. The top of the mage tower lit up. A left-behind middle-level old mage used the ability pool to radiate the peering consciousness tentacles and descended around the temple.

Luohe turned a blind eye to all these. He held Long Jing and asked the bishop with a smile: "Your Excellency, what level of commission is this?"

"You, you killed the red dragon..."

"Not bad!" Luo He's tone was light, like a legendary red dragon that had been raging on the border for a long time, it was an ant, nothing to be surprised about.

"What about the other parts? I need to confirm!" The bishop did not have the calmness and gentleness he had before, nor did he have the ecstasy he should have. Instead, he looked at the dragon crystal in a very complicated way, and his eyes at Luo He became obscure.

Luohe didn't say nonsense either. As soon as he stroked the space ring on his index finger, under the steps, a mountain was as huge as a mountain. The majestic red dragon body appeared out of thin air, just like a volcano that appeared out of thin air. The "burning halo" that the red dragon was born with did not disappear, but occupied the entire square. The extremely soaring temperature made all those who were shocked by the dragon's power wail. The mage tower in the distance flashed with one, and a huge neutral magic power attacked. The rising temperature immediately stopped, and a strong warm wind blew everywhere...

The legendary red dragon is well preserved. Apart from the huge hole above the head, there are no scars on the whole body, and even the wound is blocked very well. The dragon blood is still active in the dragon's corpse, even...

soul!

The bishop's breathing was rapid, but...

After a sigh, the bishop said, "Escape, Simon, before the wrath of the fermented dragon god has arrived."

Luo He seemed to have expected it and asked with a smile: "Do you want to break the contract?"

"It's not that we want to break the covenant, but now we are in real sacred war, the Lord's oracle, the unanimous will of the gods..."

Before he could speak, a shocking dragon roar suddenly appeared, a huge light gate unfolded in the city sky, a majestic dragon head protruded out of the light gate, the whole world was trembling, everything was moaning, the huge majesty acted on all spirits and souls like a mountain. The light on the Bishop was brilliant, and the entire temple began to rise!

A beam of light came from the distant sky, covering the bishop's body, and then "crackling", the bishop's body began to expand and twist. In a moment, it expanded and twisted into a brilliant giant!

The giant was wearing a strong animal skin outfit, with a thick face, carrying a huge grass-green longbow, and holding a colorful sword!

The clone of the descending god of hunting first looked at the dragon head, and in an instant, countless messages were completed. Then the two true gods bowed their heads at the same time in the trembling and quiet world, looking down on the earth, looking extremely thin swordsman!

The God of Hunting spoke first: "You pleased me, but the time is not right. Now you have two choices!"

Facing the concentricity of the two true gods, even everything was trembling, but Luohe was like a breeze blowing on his face, with his expression as relaxed and freehand as ever, as if he was not facing the two true gods, but...

"Those two, let's hear!"

The hunting god was furious. After a flash of anger, he felt a deep sense of doubt and solemnity. He looked at the ant under his feet and sniffed in confusion, "Sword Saint, don't challenge my patience!"

Then, an incident that was extremely shocked to make all the consciousness qualified to peek here appeared. The swordsman entered and drew his own sword. He actually drew his sword against a true god!

The God of Hunting could no longer suppress his boiling anger. He stretched out his hand and the destructive pillar of light fell down. The entire square, including the dragon corpse, began to collapse and melt. No long sword soared into the sky from the pillar of light, and appeared on the forehead of the God of Hunting. The tip of the sword was less than a hair distance from the true god's eyebrows!

Then everything solidified.

The tip of the sword began to turn red, the blade began to undulate in a wavy shape, and a hand that looked like steel appeared on the hilt of the sword. With a light push, "Boom!", the world seemed to be broken, and the forehead of the god of hunting was already penetrated by the long sword...
Chapter completed!