Chapter 282 Preparation before departure

The light also lit up. The shadows around him were unexpected that the opponent would have such an attack move, because during the pursuit of the swamp for many days, Morton always had a defense, and even had a hard defense. He escaped with his luck.

No one expected such an attack. In an instant, the shadows suffered incredible damage, and all screamed shrillly, and disappeared in an instant.

This is the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple!

After Morton used this move, he could no longer support his body and suddenly sat on the ground softly. When Huigang taught them martial arts, he knew that their skills and power had already received a profound influence on the orthodox routines of Ed Continent. It would be difficult to correct them for a while.

Therefore, the effectiveness of practicing Shaolin martial arts will not be too great. Nice, who seemed to be white paper, made rapid progress in proven all this in the opposite way.

But Henry and Morton are both people who live on swords and naturally have various dangers. In order to allow them to practice martial arts more time or longer, the monk still teaches them some secret techniques from Shaolin Temple. These secret techniques are similar to the magical destruction method of the Demon Sect in the martial arts world in the previous life.

They are all methods used to stimulate all people's potential and instantly improve combat effectiveness. Naturally, the damage received by the body will not be light after the improvement.

The sound in the thick fog was even sharper. It was obvious that I didn't expect that Moulton, who was already extremely tired, had such a way. Seeing that the person who was originally determined to die, he fought back, he was naturally extremely angry and unwilling to do so. The voice shouted in the thick fog:

"You have violated the dignity of the Guardian who believes in the light..."

Moldon, who could not raise his head, smiled hard at the direction of the sound in the thick fog and said jokingly:

"I know you can't step out of this thick fog, so those words are there to scare me."

The sound in the thick fog suddenly stopped, as if it was suddenly hit by Morton, but the thick fog near Morton suddenly began to deform and turned into a huge human hand. It slowly grabbed Morton who was kneeling there. This was the simplest shape-shaping spell, but for Morton, who had no strength, it was deadly enough. Morton's eyes began to feel a little desperate.

The voice began to smile grimly, obviously an act that the warrior had not completed, but was extremely proud of himself.

At this distance, several rings in the magic circle began to rotate in different directions. A beam of light suddenly appeared in the center of the ring, and a figure suddenly flashed in the light.

The grim smile stopped abruptly, and the big hand formed by the thick fog was instantly cut off by a silver-white light. A shrill voice then rang in the thick fog, quickly reaching the center of the swamp, and everything became quiet.

Moldon smiled tiredly, stood up with the iron rod in his hand, respectfully saluting to the person who appeared behind him, and whispered:

"Thank you for your help, dear Lord Claude."

The expressionless sword saint Claude stretched out his hand and there was a crystal clear bottle in his hand. The liquid inside was shining with starlight. This was one of the precious things of the Church of Light - healing potion. The sword saint's voice was calm, but it was full of concern:

"Thank you for this matter."

Moulton's power could no longer speak, and he forced himself to pick up the healing potion. First, he prayed silently in his heart. The Sword Saint sighed, took the potion and twisted it away, and helped the young knight opposite him to drink.

The effect of the healing potion is very magical. You can see countless starlights slowly appearing on Moldon's body. The starlight appears and disappears, and begins to spread toward the upper part of his feet, gradually wrapping up his whole body, and then everything disappears. Moldon, who was still exhausted just now, looks much better now.

Morton, who had improved a lot of energy, suddenly burst into tears. It was really surprising that he had always been calm and made such a move, but Claude Swordsman had no other words, just patting Morton on the shoulder and speaking:

"Your companions have done what they should do, and have dedicated their lives to the God of Light and this continent. Let's go quickly, we can't stay here for too long."

Morton, who could not control his emotions, nodded. He knew in his heart that among the dozen knights and mages involved in the operation, the second son of Claude Sword Saint was also among them. As soon as he left the destination of the operation, he died under the guard's shadow samurai sword. Among all, he survived with the martial arts taught by his teacher Folite a few years ago.

The two walked silently towards the magic circle. Morton took out a metal box from his chest plaque with trembling hands. The box looked very old and there were not many complicated decorations on it. It was just a relief of a chain around the box. He handed it to Claude, and the Sword Saint took it over, without saying anything. His son and more than a dozen of the most elite church warriors had already lost their lives for this.

The Sword Saint pulled out the ring in his left hand, smashed it gently, and suddenly something like yellow sand appeared to wrap the small metal box, and then quickly turned it into the ring again. The Sword Saint carefully carried the ring in his hand.

At this time, in the depths of the swamp, a loud chirping suddenly came, with endless anger and endless hatred in this voice.

Claude and Morton both looked tight and walked quickly towards the magic circle that was still flashing. At this moment, when he heard a strange sound behind him, Morton's heart moved, turned around and stood there immediately. When the sword Saint Claude saw this, he was anxious and shouted angrily:

"Don't look, go."

But Malton's pupils were getting bigger and bigger. I don't know what terrifying thing was seen. The Sword Saint turned around quickly. Before he could take action, it was like a tide on a storm night. A huge wave of extremely fierce energy surged over. All Claude Sword Saint could do was to open the shield condensed by his fighting spirit and wrap himself and Malton in it.

Time may have passed, or maybe in just a moment, the Sword Saint took down his defense and stared at the side. There was nothing blurry near the thick fog. Everything, including trees, flowers and plants, and the fog that blocked the sight in the air, was swept away by the energy turbulence just now.

But the Sword Saint said that it was not what he noticed. In the position where Moulton should have been beside him, there was only a steel staff left, which was firmly stuck there.

Claude reached out and pulled out the staff. Suddenly, he found something in the middle of the staff. When he got closer, he saw a line of words carved on it. The content of the words was:

"If I could be reborn in this world, I would definitely repay you."

The blood stains on it were a little black. It was obviously a long time later. Claude looked around in a daze. Apart from this steel rod, there was no evidence to prove Malton's existence. The information reflected in the blood stains made him puzzled.

Blood is flowing out before a person dies, and the energy that decays to the extreme can be explained, but among the samurai in the church, only one person looks like this.

Only Moulton is...

In the city of Matt in the Odan Empire, the location of the Church of Light, where the message from the Litan Cathedral was received, the swordsman Henry was waiting anxiously, and suddenly a small black dot appeared in the sky and landed rapidly. The priest who had been responsible for receiving the arrow falcon took down the arrow falcon and carefully removed the thin tube hanging on the bird's feet.

Henry snatched it over, apologized, then pulled out the scroll of paper from the thin tube, opened it and looked at the contents inside, and immediately opened his eyes wide. It was obvious that the things inside were beyond his expectations.

But before he could ponder there, swordsman Henry ran down quickly and got on the horse and rushed towards Baron Folit's mansion.

The monk had already told the Baroness of the Old Ferte that he might have to go to the south of the mainland in a few days. Although the old Baroness was a little reluctant, he knew in his heart that he had been mentally prepared for his son to be able to save his life from the execution platform a few years ago, and miraculously there were several days of such great achievements.

How could I stay at home for a long time? Besides, I saw Yalina lying silently on the bed some time ago, I knew that something must have happened.

The entire mansion has been nervously preparing these days, because compared with the previous few actions that were in a hurry or unprepared manner, this time, this time, I was very cautious. Whether it was money or even weapons, I was nervously preparing. After all, this time I was facing a legendary existence. Huigang was carefully planning what he needed after going out. The monk knew that he no longer needed to use weapons and could fight the strong people in this world with bare hands and fists. But he still wanted a steel rod used by a combat mage in the Knights of the Light Church.
Chapter completed!