Chapter 406 7.60 Trial of Heretics (8)

Lan Bixue's ability is known to everyone in Paris.

Since he took over as the commander-in-chief of the Golden Scale Guard, whether he is a powerful demigod or a great perfectionist. No one has ever been able to catch his sword face to face! In the eyes of the people of Paris, he has transcended the category of gods and entered another brand-new realm.

At this time, when the two heavy iron doors were finally opened, a stream of emerald green light flew into the blood mist!

It was a slender flying sword that shone with crystal green light!

In the dark blood mist, the flying sword dragged out a long green tail, and a dozen Viking pirates connected by the light fell neatly like wheat straw slid by a scythe, and instantly lost their breath!

Loki's pupils suddenly tightened.

He realized that the person who came was a powerful monk who was not weaker than "Zhenren Qinghe" in strength!

This kind of person is far beyond the power of the Vikings.

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"Alfred, blow the horn!"

"Let's retreat!"

Loki still remembers the fear of being massacred by Master Qinghe a year ago. In Hanshui Village, with no way out, he almost managed to kill the Nascent Soul cultivator with the help of five powerful chosen ones in the village.

But don't forget, "Qinghe Zhenren" was alone in the battle to defend Hanshui Village.

But at this time, Lan Bixue was not the only swordsman among the "Golden Scale Guards" in Paris. For hiring sword cultivators to maintain the stability of the country, the Plantagenet family was willing to spend gold and silver.

Loki could feel that behind the powerful spiritual energy of Lan Bixue, there were also the powerful auras of several people with cultivation levels around the Golden Core stage.

Slaughtering a few Chosen Ones is not difficult for the Vikings.

But going head-to-head with seven or eight sword cultivators from the Tang Dynasty is no different than sending someone to death!

Wiping away the blood on his cheek, Loki swung his ax to carve a bloody path. However, the direction he was heading was not towards the gate, but towards the fallen body of Justice Ethan.

When the battle just started, Alfred had already killed him and "Diamond Flower" Durang with two swords. Without the judge's command, the court immediately fell into panic.

But don't forget that to Ethan's left, the two princes and princesses of the Plantagenet family are still standing there!

Stretching out his big hand and grabbing the young prince's neck, Loki immediately turned around and held the French prince in front of him just as the flying sword was about to pierce into the back of his head!

The green flying sword that came through the air hovered in the air and stopped steadily on the forehead of the French Prince "Francisco".

"Hey, this is the commander-in-chief!"

"If you don't want this poor prince to die in my hands and trouble you all, make way for me!"

"After all the killing just now, my hands are very sore now. Don't force me to 'accidentally' break the tender neck of His Highness the Prince!"

The door opened and the blood mist dispersed.

What appeared in front of the Golden Scale Guard was a scene of hell.

Judge, jury, audience, torture acolytes, almost everyone died tragically in the killing that lasted only a few minutes. The blood accumulated in the center of the courtroom flowed out of the hall and spread along the white marble steps to the church square, attracting exclamations from the onlookers.

Among them, more than a dozen tall figures covered in blood stood silently. The two leaders were Loki, who stuck his palm on the prince's neck, and Wenzov, who held a sharp knife across the princess's artery.

Behind them, there was Alfred who knocked out Ulysses Elam and carried him on his shoulders.

"Commander, don't question my determination!"

“I have said that let this judge, beloved of Odin, reign to ascend to Valhalla today.

I've done it! "

"If I say I will strangle this prince to death, I will definitely do it!"

After finishing speaking, he exerted force with both fingers, and the hard fingers pierced the soft skin, causing two lines of blood to flow down the snow-white skin. François, who was so frightened that he could not stand, let out a high-pitched scream, indicating that what the thug said was true.

"Stand down! In the name of the fourth crown prince, I order you to stand down!"

Frightened and angry, he shouted loudly.

Lan Bixue, who was still floating in the air, narrowed her eyes and looked at the lawless Viking Duke. What happened today in the Inquisition is the biggest stain since he took office.

He had never imagined that anyone would challenge his authority like Loki did.

The boundless anger in his heart was so intense that he almost lost his mind completely.

(Being just a prince is completely different from Loki’s priorities!)

(If I kill him, I will lose a few ranks at most! No one can replace my position in the Principality of France. With the protection of the suzerain, I will be able to do it in a few months)

Another scream came, interrupting his thoughts.

This time from Princess Golinda. Wenzov had already put the cold blade close to her cheek. With just one stroke of the blade, the 12-year-old princess will bid farewell to this delicate face forever.

"Don't force me!" Loki said in a deep voice.

"The worst case scenario is that we all die together! Anyway, I have killed so many French nobles today and brought two sons of the Plantagenet family to the Hall of Valor. I can continue to torture them after I die!"

"You won't be lonely on the road to Huangquan!"

At this time, the entire situation has gradually become clearer from the initial chaos of killing people in anger.

To be honest, he, Alfred, and Wen Zof were no match for Lan Bixue. The scene of Qinghe Zhenren cutting off his body with a wave of his hand one year ago was still clearly engraved in his mind.

If he had not faced dozens of God's Chosen in Hanshui Village alone, if there had been one more Jindan-stage sword cultivator beside him, all the villagers in Hanshui Village would have died on that bloody night.

At this time, Lan Bixue's cultivation was not weaker than Qinghe.

But there were 8 sword cultivators following Lan Bixue!

After activating the blood of the ancestors, the basic quality of this body was indeed very strong, but it was undeniable that it was still a human flesh and blood body.

If he was stabbed a few times, he would bleed and die.

The sword cultivators of the Tang Kingdom were the strongest fighting force in the land of Jiuzhou. It was unwise to confront them head-on. Now, the only way for the few people to escape was to use the two royal family members in their hands.

Loki was betting that this powerful swordsman would not dare to harm the lives of the Goldbroom people in front of all the Gold Scale Guards.

When Princess Golinda's shrill cry sounded, Lan Bixue secretly looked at the Gold Scale Guards lined up in a row behind him.

At this time, he wanted to take a gamble.

He had enough confidence in his flying sword. He was sure that he could pierce Loki's head before he could react!

But he was just sure.

If he really hurt this royal relative, he couldn't set a reverse example in front of the Gold Scale Guards.

(This duke has been trapped by me, so I'm not in a hurry to lift the lid)

It can be expected that he must want to escape from the city!

This is exactly what I want.

There are too many buildings inside the city that will limit the use of flying swords, and if you go out of the city into the open wilderness.

This group of Viking pirates will all become my prey!