Chapter 128 Ambush in the suburbs

"Mr. Jacques, please allow me to introduce myself..." Before Jacques finished speaking, Jacques rushed over.

"Fight quickly and win!" Jacques shouted sternly.

His words "quick battle and quick decision" were said to Karthas and the other two, but this "shaking" was a spell he stretched out his hands, formed handprints, and roared.

A golden paladin seal similar to a swastika-shaped shape shot towards Jade's chest. This seal was still as small as a character when it was formed between Jade's palms, but it was as big as a fight when it came to Jade's face.

The speed of this holy seal was even more amazing. It was just a yellow light in the eyes of others, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. It would be difficult to distinguish if it were not for Jedi's good eyesight.

The word shaking was like an echo of the valley, still floating in his ears. The holy seal had hit Jady's chest. Jady didn't expect him to move so quickly and couldn't help but secretly be surprised.

People in the church have always given people the illusion that priests, priests and other clergy practice divine arts, while knights practice martial arts. The more brilliant the two are, the clearer they are, the more insurmountable they are.

In fact, on the contrary, the essence of divine art is to use the power of God to communicate its energy from the spiritual power of the user. When this spiritual power is transformed into pious faith and can communicate with the gods, you can borrow power from the gods while consuming mental power and delivering the power of faith.

The practice of knights mainly involves practicing martial arts and improving their own strength. However, when practicing martial arts to the highest level is the practice of mental power. Coupled with their devout faith for many years, they can also communicate with gods and practice kung fu that is completely different from that of the priests, and the skills of semi-martial arts and semi-divine arts.

Any church knight with certain attainments can use blessing techniques. This is the reason for the magical technique such as light technique. It is not possible for any master to integrate magical techniques and martial arts and fighting spirit, but Jacques has such ability.

This holy seal condenses the fighting spirit that Jacques himself practices, and also carries a sacred aura. Even a piece of steel in front of him can be shattered. Jaydi dared not try it with his flesh and blood.

The so-called Indestructible body of Vajra is extremely high in resistance to strikes and will not be injured by ordinary strikes. However, if the attack power exceeds your resistance, it will still be injured. Steel will also have metal fatigue, and even like a god's body will not be injured.

Jady turned sideways, opened her five fingers with her right hand, and suddenly greeted the Holy Seal.

At this moment, he also used divine power. His divine power was purer than the pope. Although it might not be able to defeat the pope who practiced for many years and could enjoy some of the power of faith, Jacques was not his opponent. The holy seal fell into Jady's hands and was dissolved by him.

Jacques had rich practical experience and did not expect to defeat the enemy with one move, so he used a holy seal to take it out, and did not look at the result at all. He raised his hands high, clasped his hands together, and shouted again: "Break!"

A golden pillar of light as thick as a finger shot out from Jacques' fingertips, three feet long and slashed down through the air.

A cold light flashed in Jady's eyes, and she raised her legs and hooked up the chain hammer held by a knight who was shot to death, and greeted the golden lightsaber in Jacques's hand.

"Puff!" It was like cutting a ball of rag, and the hammer was actually split in half by the lightsaber, and a string of Mars was rubbed out, and the light column was buzzing and trembling, still slashing downwards.

Jady swung her left leg outward, and with her right leg as the center, she turned a circle of 360 degrees, barely avoiding the sharp sword and still standing there.

Jacques' every fierce move was accompanied by a burst of explosive power, attacking like thunder, and one blow was fleeting. Its power was too strong and could not last long. If one blow was not hit, the external fighting spirit maintained by the divine power disappeared, and he could only use another move.

At this time, Jade had already taken action. Jacques had no idea what weapon he was using. He was just a pair of empty hands and just attacked his chest and avoided it. His fingertips suddenly shot out a terrible weapon of more than one foot long, and the sharpness of the broken jade was extremely sharp.

Jacques was not aware of it, and his chest was scratched by three fingers, which immediately cut his leather armor, scraping the heart-protecting mirror on his chest, making the bloody and bloody under his ribs unbearable pain.

He is a man with outstanding martial arts skills. If he wears a hard armor, it will not only be useless, but it will not help his performance. In addition, he has few opportunities to let him go to the battlefield to kill the enemy himself, so he does not have to wear thick iron armor all over his body. Therefore, this armor is mostly made of leather, but the animal skin is also extremely flexible. An ordinary short-sword dagger may not be stabbed in at once, but the terrible weapon shot from Jady's fingers cut the leather armor to pieces.

Finally, Jacques was experienced in practical combat and his reaction was as fast as lightning. As soon as he realized something was wrong, he immediately flicked back and retreated. He was able to get over the key points and suffered only a little bit of skin injury. The grasp of the timing of response and the timing of the fire all showed the rich experience of a fighting expert.

Both of them fight with bare hands, but the fighting style of these two people is the most dangerous, because something extremely sharp will pop up from time to time, which is far more stressful than the visible sword.

Especially the two of them had great energy, and the strong winds of the fists and palms were stirring. With the two as the center, a three-meter-meter-area gradually formed during their constant struggle. Sand and stones flew in this space, grass stems were rising in the sky, and the two forces collided violently and made a sound like thunder.

At this time, Picasso vs. Karthas, and Salist vs. Ruble, the two sides had already fought for a while. Salist's magic and martial arts practiced both magic and magic, both above Ruble. Such a powerful warrior was confused by the attack of both Salist's distance and near.

He hit Salist's sword, but was dissolved by Salist's stone skin technique. Salist could not use advanced magic as terrible as "dissociation technique" in the fight, but it didn't take much time to assist the small magic.

Rub accidentally hit her sluggish technique and her speed suddenly slowed down. When Salice pierced the tip of the wand into his chest like lightning, and then pulled it out to siege Karthas, he fell to the ground with his back, and blood flowed out from his chest.

Both brothers and sisters really hide their true talents and knowledge. They both left them alone and were not under Kalsas. Now one attacked in close combat and the other casted a spell, and the fate of Kalsas' demise was destined.

"Slowness", "Curse", "Defeat", magic auras fell on his head. When he was hit by several cursed magic, a "petification technique" completely set him there, and Picasso's sword edge swept past his throat at this time.

Karthas fell to the ground, and blood shot out from his throat... What's terrible is that the expression on his face had nothing to do with this scene, so it was inevitably weird.

He still maintained his expression when he was in the petrochemical technique. His eyes were wide open, his eyes were sharp, his lips were slightly open, as if he was shouting out a sword. He was petrified, but he was hit by a fatal sword in the moment when the petrochemical technique was fully effective. It is estimated that as soon as the time limit for the petrochemical technique was lifted, he would directly enter a rigid state.

Jadei learned some control and use divine power from Goddess Daji, but he didn't have much practical experience. It was difficult to find a sparring opponent like Jacques, so he did not use all his strength, but only dealt with Jacques, experiencing the use of power and the gradual skill of his skills, and gradually gaining experience.

Jacques' chest injury was not serious at first, but because of the fierce battle with Jade, the injury began to expand and blood flowed more and more. He hurriedly retreated and used a "sacred blessing" to treat his wounds. Then he took the time to observe it and happened to see Karthas fall into the sword.

Seeing that Rub and Karthas were both lying on the ground, Jacques knew that the situation was hopeless, he suddenly gave up on the battle and rushed to the forest on one side. This plunder was extremely fast.

Jady smiled faintly and took a step forward. It seemed as if he was stepping on a transparent staircase in the air. His whole body was frozen in the air for a moment, and then his right foot stepped heavily on the ground.

The ground at Jady's feet immediately fluctuated like water marks, and a yellowish shock wave fluctuated.

Jacques rushed out more than two feet in one step. As soon as his toes were about to the ground, he suddenly said "Oh" and went forward. The ground was flat, but his feeling was deviated. His naked eyes clearly saw that the toes had fallen to the ground, and his body instinctively prepared to land. He was not sure that the place where he landed was still in the air. Fortunately, his reaction was very sensitive, and someone else's foot was twisted.

Jade's ability was exactly the same as that of the "Law Word" of the Cardinal Archbishop Abraham of the Principal of Norman, who forbidden the dark mage Astimus, but he did not prepare for praise and prayer like Abraham. General Jacques was shocked.

Picasso had just finished the battle. When he saw this good opportunity to hit the dog, he would not let go. He immediately jumped like a flying arrow and flew over like an arrow. The long sword in his hand stabbed Jacques in his back without saying a word.

"Despicable!" Jacques was furious. The act of drawing a sword behind him was completely contrary to the demeanor of a knight. He fell down now, but the other party suddenly attacked, without even a shout of warning. How could he be so shameless?

If he saw Salist helping his brother to deal with Karthas, who was only equal to one of them, he would not think like this. The brother and sister had no awareness of being a knight, and there was no knightly demeanor at all. Their so-called demeanor has always been used to show off to facilitate them to be unfair.

"Storm swirls, slash!" Jacques closed his palms, turned his body, and the powerful and thick Dou Qi condensed into a three-foot long sword and slashed over it.

"Oh my ah my ah..." Picasso let out a series of screams, his feet were wrong, he slid two feet to the left, and then kicked it on the ground, and flew backwards like a big bird.

Jacques lost his "sword" and took the opportunity to scan the situation behind him. His eyes flashed and he saw clearly where the three of them were.

Jady never chased after him, and stood in the distance with his hands behind his back. Picasso hastily retreated, his body movements are fast and fast. Salice is rushing over with a war of justice. Picasso's foothold is right in front of Salice. This is a great opportunity. He didn't think about it and retreated immediately.

But as soon as he turned around, he only took one step, his eyes widened in astonishment: the sword edge more than one foot long appeared in front of his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed slightly upward. The sword edge was bright and cold. The texture of the sword was excellent. The blood beads did not condense on the sword, but slid gently like water droplets in oil.

Jacques widened his eyes. No matter how he could not imagine where the sword came from, how could it be so fast? He saw clearly the direction of the three people. This was an attack that could not be launched, and it should not have been so fast.

If it is throwing a sword and killing people... it violates the basic principles of a knight. Of course, this rogue with impeccable demeanor is not worthy of being called a knight at all, but at least... if it is throwing a sword, the position of the tip of the sword is wrong...

Jacques was full of suspicion. He wanted to turn around and see clearly the person who killed him, but the sword suddenly pulled back, and blood shot out from his chest and back. As soon as he took a breath, the blood sprayed out of his mouth and nose, and the strength in his body seemed to be pulled away at once.

Until he died, he couldn't see clearly, who killed him.

Picasso stood two steps away from him, flipped his wrist and swung away the blood drops from the sword very casually. He threw the sword into the sheath without looking at it, and his movements were elegant and neat. Facing his tall and toned figure and elegant blonde hair, although he could only see his back, his style was impressive and worthy of being a generation of rangers.

However, there was a very fresh footprint on his white samurai pants on his hips. Although the footprints were very delicate, they were still very eye-catching on the white slap, as if they were kicked by someone.

"Sister, you just..." Picasso turned his head angrily and said.

Salice immediately interrupted, "Fortunately, I was wise in a hurry, otherwise this guy would have run away. Fight alone, you are really not his opponent, I really worry, brother."
Chapter completed!