Looking at it from a distance, Isla felt a little pitiful.
All of Orr's means were broken up as soon as they were supported, and the most humiliating thing was that the surrounding gunmen did not have Lu Sheng's order, they were just means of constantly defeating him, and had no intention of killing him at all.
boom! !
Suddenly the ground trembled.
Isla hurriedly looked towards the field.
Lu Sheng was punching the dark gold swordsman hard in the chest. Punch hard from top to bottom.
The ground exploded fiercely, and the layers of soil rippled like waves, shaking around. It has spread to a place more than ten meters away.
The armor on the swordsman's body collapsed in, and the shattered and cracked sharp armor pierced the swordsman's chest severely.
Blood gushed out of his mouth, and he lay on his back in the pothole, his hands and feet trembling like twitching. It seems that it is going to die.
On the other side, the old man Camille, who did not know when it had turned into a white line, grabbed Orr and rushed away into the distance.
The dense gunfire continued to chase the two of them, but because of the miscalculation of the speed of the opponent, all the bombing shots fell behind the opponent. Just blasted a large swath of soil.
Lu Sheng did not pursue. The old man had a lot of means to save his life, several times in a row he thought that the other party would die, but the old man was able to use his life-saving skills to break free from the certain death situation.
The source of the opponent's ability is very mysterious, he can't figure out whether the opponent still has a hole card, so he simply doesn't bother to pursue it.
Anyway, he came here just to save Isla.
All kinds of forces around him are forcing him to give up Isla, and they have resorted to various means for this. It's a pity that he, Lu Sheng, is born to be soft but not hard. Anyone who dares to fight hard with him will wait to be beaten to death by him.
"You...you will regret..." the dark gold swordsman struggled to utter his last words.
"Do you want to talk nonsense about fighting against the black void again? A bunch of trash! Garbage that only pins their hopes on others." Lu Sheng said indifferently. "One's own destiny can only be grasped in one's own hands. All those who place their hopes on external things have completely lost to themselves and to fate."
It's a pity that the swordsman has completely passed away at this time, and he can no longer hear him speak.
puff.
Lu Sheng casually threw the body away.
"From today onwards, this is the fourth stronghold of our Phantom Demon Sect. Some people will be assigned to guard it."
"Understood." The leaders of the two Magic Fists approached quickly and responded in unison.
The men in black outside the castle entered the castle one after another.
The traces of the previous battlefield made the people who entered sigh in admiration from time to time.
Everyone knew before that it was Isla himself who rushed into the castle alone to save people, but now...
"Save people? Wait..." Yisla's complexion changed drastically.
And Jasmine! !
He actually forgot about the business in a pretentious manner!
"Jasmine!!" He hurriedly rushed towards the ruined half of the castle.
But he was immediately grabbed by Jackson behind him.
"Don't go. By the time you think of saving someone, the girl will be cold." Jackson said speechlessly.
He pointed to the outside of the castle. There lay a thin girl covered in bandages on a stretcher.
The girl was being sent to the medical vehicle that came to rescue, and was about to be transported to Cyril for rescue.
"Jasmine..." Yisla's eyes showed shame, he actually forgot his real purpose of this trip.
"It's okay, just get used to it. This is the only flaw in practicing Huanmoquan. It hits you when you hit it." Jackson patted him on the shoulder with deep sympathy.
"The last time I sparred with someone, I got angry and forgot everything. I almost died with that guy."
"According to what the sect master said, most of the intellect is used to suppress the ability to control perception interference, and naturally there is not much left. It is also normal for self-control to decline." A phantom fist leader on the side smiled road.
Yisla covered her face in shame, and was about to go over to check on Jasmine's injuries. But was pulled by Jackson again.
"She's fine, but she was hit on the head by a stone and passed out, not even a concussion, those on her body are just skin trauma. You should worry about yourself first." Jackson pressed Isla's chest.
Ow!
Isla let out a scream, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of her mouth. It was dark before his eyes, and finally he fell back and fainted on the ground.
"It's all hurt like this and I'm still holding on. Don't die." Jackson was speechless.
Let people quickly lift Isla down. He walked towards Lu Sheng head-on.
"Esla and Jasmine are fine. Teacher, what should we do next?"
Lu Sheng withdrew his gaze from staring at the castle.
"Expand, I'm very interested in the mysterious technology of the Church of Isis. There is also the Church of the Night. They are the first to come into contact with the Book of Beginnings, and thus research the forces of various technologies."
"What does the teacher mean? The Book of Beginning?" Jackson asked in confusion.
"The Book of Beginning has only seven pages in total. Isla once told me that the existence of fused pages, each one is a real immortal body. Do you understand what it means?" Lu Sheng said in a deep voice.
"Immortality? Regardless of reality or pain perception?" Jackson's expression was serious. He also recently passed the Pain Appraisal, and can freely enter and exit the world of pain perception. Nature also understands this aspect.
"It can be understood in this way. Neither the reality nor the painful world can completely kill them. The only thing that can defeat them is psychological tactics." Lu Sheng said lightly.
"So powerful?" Jackson was a little dumbfounded. Someone who can't be killed at all, isn't that truly invincible
"It's not great." Lu Sheng shook his head, walking slowly in the ruined castle garden. "Although the people who fused the pages have immortal bodies, their bodies are also permanently fixed in a fixed state."
"Steady state?"
"Yes, it can't become stronger, and it won't be weak. Within a certain period of time, it will be like a computer reset, and it will return to its original state. Even if it is defeated, it will be useless, and it will be resurrected." Lu Sheng said calmly.
"So... no wonder they all said that Isla is the most special one...." Jackson seemed to understand.
"Because he doesn't have this restriction. He is the only one among the undead who can freely become stronger." Lu Sheng nodded.
"So, he is their hope."
"Indeed, if a guy who is completely immortal is paired with absolute strength, then no matter what monster he faces, he can find his weakness and overcome it." Jackson felt creepy when he thought about it.
If such a strong man has even the slightest evil thought, it will be a catastrophe for the whole world.
"That Orr before that, the blood control ability in him..." Jackson was still a little puzzled.
"It should be some kind of equipment ability." Lu Sheng narrowed his eyes. Speaking of gear.
His eyes drifted to the dark gold swordsman who had just been killed.
The other party's entire set of dark gold armor withstood him several sets of offensives before being completely defeated.
Lu Sheng walked over, picked up the corpse, and began to quickly pull the armor on him.
Within a few minutes, except for the damaged part of the torso, he forcibly tore the rest off. Two leg armors, two arm armors, a helmet, all four limbs.
Lu Sheng took off the white knight's gloves and tried on the arm armor, which was a bit small.
"See if it can be modified and used." He handed the item to a Phantom Boxer who came over.
"Yes." Several people stepped forward and took the armor away. Leaving a corpse lying on the ground, fortunately, the corpse was wearing anti-wear lining clothes, so it was not considered streaking.
"Now that Isis Church is killed, we and Isis are already on fire. The same goes for the rest of the Yezhi Church. We need to take precautions against this," Jackson said in a low voice.
"What's wrong? Scared?" Lu Sheng glanced at him.
"I'm afraid." Jackson smiled wryly, "Teacher, you also know that I was just an ordinary person before, that is, my brain is more flexible. I can't compare to you. I am a fighter myself."
"Afraid, then make yourself stronger. Strength can give you more sense of security." Lu Sheng patted him on the shoulder.
"Don't look at those messy chicken soup. The heart that pursues power can be used for any reason. It doesn't matter whether it is justice, desire, evil, or even cruelty. The most cruel thing in the world is the weak and the strong. Winning or losing determines everything."
"Is this really right?" Jackson hesitated.
"Of course." Lu Sheng said slowly, "Only the strong have the right to make rules. After you win everything, you will decide whether the world is right or wrong."
"But I have studied history, and most of the chaos can't last long, and most of the time, the weak and the strong only appear occasionally. Justice will prevail over evil." Jackson said earnestly.
"Want to know why?" Lu Sheng raised his eyebrows.
"What's the teacher's opinion?" Jackson disobeyed.
"Because the strong also want stability." Lu Sheng laughed, "If you are the strongest in the world, do you want the people around you to be cruel people who have no bottom line, or just and kind people who follow the rules? "
"Of course it's the latter." Jackson seemed to understand.
"Yes." Lu Sheng sighed as he watched the people from the Magic Demon Sect clean up the mess. "Because, people are born to yearn for stability."
"That's right. People with a righteous heart adhere to principles and the bottom line. They will not attack others at any time because of their desires. They have traces to follow and are aboveboard. You don't need to be on guard at any time." Jackson seemed to understand what the teacher meant.
"Go, practice a lot, now is the best time for you. After a while, there may not be such a good opportunity." Lu Sheng restrained the smile on his face.
"yes."
Jackson's heart trembled, and he guessed what Lu Sheng meant next.
"The Holy Light Knight of the Dark Temple is dead."
In a pure white garden like snowflakes, a strong man wearing a black iron mask sat quietly in a sophisticated white wheelchair, listening to the report of the apologist knight kneeling on one knee.
"I warned Xifan, but he never listened." The masked man said in a sad tone.
"Your Majesty, the second operation of the Dark Templar was damaged again, and even lost a general. Should we force them to stop?" the knight asked in a low voice.
"No need. With Delsis' stubbornness, he will never give up easily. It is also difficult for us to allocate troops to deal with King Cyril." The masked man said in a deep voice. "The seventh black void is coming... If Cyril still exists after the void tide, it will not be too late to talk about it then."