After Tang Ruotong heard this, he looked at Gorgon lying on the ground. As expected, the ends of his severed dragon whiskers began to grow.
It's like two green melon vines that have been injected with growth hormone.
Seeing this, she no longer hesitated, "I understand."
She raised the holy dragon-slaying sword, jumped onto Gorgon's back along its front legs, raised the holy sword high, and prepared to thrust it into the back of the head.
At this moment, a stream of light that was almost reaching its extreme flew over and knocked out the sword in Tang Ruotong's hand.
Tang Ruotong looked at the fallen holy sword in shock. It was already stuck on the ground.
"Who is it?!" she yelled.
As if in response to her, a shadow was cast from the high dome.
Tang Ruotong looked subconsciously and saw a figure jumping directly from the dome.
"Bang!"
His figure was like a bowling ball that suddenly fell, making a huge noise on the ground and stirring up dust and smoke all over the sky.
As the dust and smoke dispersed, a figure walked out.
Looking at his appearance, Wang Chen frowned.
I saw that figure, wearing very tattered clothes. The clothes that should have been intact were now broken into strips of cloth, hanging down on the body.
The decorative effect is greater than the actual wearing effect.
And through those rags, you can easily see the jagged skeleton of the figure, as well as the flesh and blood hanging between the skeletons.
"Undead?" Wang Chen thought, "This is a bit unexpected."
He looked at Liuguang who had knocked away the sword in Tang Ruotong's hand, and found that it was a sword. At this time, it had penetrated into the rock wall.
In other words, after the sword thrown by this undead swordsman knocked away the holy sword held by Tang Ruotong with both hands, he still had enough energy left to insert it into the rock wall.
This kind of physical strength is a bit unbelievable for the current Wang Chen.
I knew the power of the undead was great, but I didn't expect it to reach this level.
And he jumped directly from the dome without being hurt.
All this shows that this undead swordsman is probably not a good person.
Wang Chen's eyes flashed with purple light, but the information about this undead was not revealed.
Wang Chen's heart was calm. He had encountered this situation quite a lot recently, such as the spirit of the sea of trees and the mysterious clam in the deep pool.
I don’t know what’s going on this time, but Wang Chen’s mentality is already very stable.
It is easy to encounter unexpected situations in the secret realm. It is not difficult to accept that the Eye of the Beast occasionally fails once or twice.
Even if there is no advance information, we still have to find a way to beat this guy to pieces.
…
Tang Ruotong reacted as soon as the undead walked out of the dust and smoke, and she jumped off Gorgon's body.
He rolled on the spot to remove the force of the fall, then grabbed the holy sword stuck on the ground and flew onto Gorgon's body again.
Every second that passes increases the chance that the dragon's whiskers will grow out, and she can't delay it any longer.
Long Wushuang's arrows were also thrown towards the undead swordsman like raindrops.
As if aware of Tang Ruotong's intention, the undead swordsman suddenly stepped on his feet, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
Then his body shot out and flew in front of Tang Ruotong in a few breaths.
Long Wushuang's arrow rain was easily dodged by him, and he didn't even shoot down any rag strips.
Tang Ruotong was shocked and slashed out the holy sword in his hand like a reflex!
The undead swordsman lightly dodged the slashed sword blade, approached like lightning, and instantly struck Tang Ruotong's wrist with his palm, chopping off the holy sword directly.
Then he took the holy sword and kicked Tang Ruotong away.
A black light appeared on Wang Chen's body, and his figure immediately flashed near Tang Ruotong's landing point and caught her.
He had already drank five bottles of wine that enhanced strength and agility, but he was still pushed out, and his feet made a long path on the ground.
Fortunately, the undead swordsman did not pursue him. Instead, after getting the holy sword, he looked at the holy sword standing as if in a daze. Otherwise, Tang Ruotong might be seriously injured in mid-air.
Wang Chen was secretly frightened by his power, and at the same time told himself that this enemy could not be attacked by force but could only be outmaneuvered.
After Tang Ruotong thanked Wang Chen, her fingers flashed, and her long sword and round shield appeared in her hands.
He looked unyieldingly at the undead swordsman who was exuding a mountain-like aura.
Long Wushuang drew his bow and nocked an arrow again. This time he did not fire quickly, but gradually held his breath, intending to use an arrow containing the secrets of the Seven Shots of the Hunting Wind to stop the undead swordsman.
He already understood that ordinary arrows would be easily avoided, so they had to be faster and more powerful.
Wang Chen clutched Sen Zhilan tightly, ready to choose the right spell at any time to assist Tang Ruotong.
Just when the situation was tense, a voice came from behind everyone.
"Everyone, there is no need to take action. Let's talk."
Long Wushuang had an arrow on the string, but when he suddenly heard the sound, he turned around suddenly and shot the arrow out.
However, the undead swordsman flashed and came to the path of Long Wushuang's arrow in an instant. He struck out with a sword as fast as thunder and cut off the arrow directly.
Then the undead swordsman raised his sword with one hand to protect the owner of the voice.
It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties. He had gray hair on his temples and was neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a black narrow-brimmed robe and a pair of round rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a priest. .
Wang Chen and Tang Ruotong quickly rushed to Long Wushuang and confronted the undead swordsmen and priests.
Long Wushuang asked loudly: "Who are you? Why are you here?"
The pastor chuckled and said, "I have many identities. Which one do you want to know?"
"As for why I'm here..." The priest moved his eyes to look at Gorgon who was lying on the ground and said, "I'm here for it."
"I ask you to hold your hands high and not kill Gorgon."
Long Wushuang was a little confused. What was going on? Why did a dragon lover suddenly appear?
He wondered: "You Gnostians, aren't you troubled by giant dragons all the year round? Why don't I help you kill this dragon?"
The priest smiled and shook his head, "The Gnostians are not troubled by the dragon, they are troubled by themselves."
He turned to the side unpreparedly, pacing and said: "Human beings are just a group of animals that eat hair and drink blood."
"They are originally no different from any living creature in nature. They will look for food when they are hungry, drink water when they are thirsty, and spread their bloodline at the right time."
"During these processes, some people will die, either due to accidents or diseases. Just like other creatures in nature, they grow old, get sick and die in order to reproduce."
"This is the music of life, with highs and lows, dazzling and dim, vibrant parts and desolate and powerless parts. It is not satisfactory, but it is full of the natural way."
His eyes looked at the light shining on the dome, and his tone suddenly became harsh, "But! Suddenly one day, human beings betrayed the way of nature!"
