Myth Revival: Turn the Chaos Clock over to the Nation at the Start

A bright smile appeared on Dylan's face, and the western audience who looked down was dizzy and shouted.

Dylan uttered a few syllables, and the same light cell appeared.

Han Yi tried it, and it was stronger than the one who had been singing for a long time before.

But... how could this be trapped in myself.

But it took [-]% more effort.

Shattering the light prison, another giant sword with a blazing holy flame descended from the sky.

Han Yi's expression did not change, he was walking with strange steps, and he was erratic in the field. The holy sword could not lock on the target.

In the blink of an eye, Han Yi was already in front of Dylan.

Dylan obviously did not expect that Han Yi did not force it like the previous one, but used a magical movement technique to come directly to him.

Although the mage is not weak, it is obviously not enough to fight against a warrior.

When Fang Tianhua halberd fell on Dylan, it seemed to hit all the Western audience below, and there was silence.

But right away, they cheered.

Because of the magic robe on Dylan's body, a strong holy light erupted, not only blinding the audience, but even Han Yi was shocked to take a few steps back.

Defense is not bad.

Han Yi took advantage of the situation to take a few breaths and looked tired.

Then he held the halberd and pointed to the sky, the magic power surged around, and there was also a trace of earthy yellow spiritual energy on Fang Tian's painted halberd.

Everyone didn't know what Han Yi was doing.

Han Yi suddenly smashed the halberd to the ground instead of attacking Dylan.

While Dylan was still looking at Han Yi's actions, he suddenly found that his perspective was raised a lot.

The stone arena floor under her feet was lifted out of thin air.

Han Yi knew quite a few of the Five Elements spells, and although not all of them were proficient, it was still easy to smash earth attribute spells.

Dylan's figure was unstable, and the magic suddenly dissipated, and the magic power surged on the holy robe, guarding her, and slowly descended from the air.

Han Yi couldn't help frowning, there is probably a lot of holy light in this holy robe.

Fang Tianhua halberd moved again, and a huge force poured out, falling on Dylan's head, swept across her side, and stabbed her in the chest and abdomen.

Although he was resisted by the holy robe, Dylan's face was pale.

She could feel that the power of the Saint-cloak was rapidly being consumed, and part of Han Yi's attack was passed in, so she was not at all uncomfortable.

Finally, the corners of her mouth bleed and she suffered internal injuries.

And she was still used as a spinning top by Han Yi, guarding the ring with the holy light and being beaten to and fro, as if she was practicing the halberd technique.

"Ah this... Han Yi is indeed a single dog."

"Making wool, this is the enemy..."

"Defense is invincible? It's not Han Yi's sandbag yet. I feel sorry for the girl across from me, but I have encountered such an evil star."

"Although the picture is a bit weird, but... don't you think it's very emotional?"

"The sense of sympathy..."

"Sense +1"

"Sense +777"

"Sense +4396"

……

A group of people in the barrage gradually began to revive.

There is not one in a hundred who truly speaks out for Dylan.

This is not a common household issue, it is a matter of national reputation. No matter how sand sculpture netizens are, they also have their own bottom lines.

In the end, Han Yi fought for two or three minutes, but did not exhaust the holy light protection power of the holy robe.

But he didn't want to use the Immortal Slaying Knife to kill people on the spot.

However, Dylan couldn't bear the force of the attack and the shock, and the seven orifices smashed by Han Yi bled out and passed out, winning the game.

"next."

Han Yi's halberd crossed the Holy See...

Then, two games in a row, Han Yi won 'toughly'.

He gasped for breath and stood on the ground with Fang Tianhua halberd.

"It's the last one, isn't your captain yet? If you concede defeat like Asgard, I won't blame you for being a coward."

As soon as Han Yi finished speaking, the captain of the Holy See team stood up.

Holding a long gun, he came to the stage.

"Xia people, I hope your strength can match your mouth."

Han Yi glanced at him and was surprised.

In his hand is the spear of Longinus.

Holy spear of the Holy See...

Chapter 78 Please baby turn around the dazed global audience

Luoton looked at the gasping Xia people opposite him, and his confidence in his heart was even greater.

His self-confidence not only came from Han Yi, who consumed a lot of money, but also the Holy See Holy Spear in his hand.

This gun, but once stained with the blood of the Holy Son, has an unparalleled power of the Holy Light.

The sacred relics of the previous team members, although powerful, are still much worse than the attack power of the holy spear.

Han Yi straightened up, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Give it up, or I won't be able to control my power and will kill you."

Lowton smiled.

"People from the Xia country, your appearance reminds me of a few words of your Xia country... or rather, bluffing?"

He laughed proudly and said, "Which of these two words do you think is more suitable for you now?"

Not only Loton, but all the members of the Holy See deliberately laughed loudly from below, it seemed that this would allow them to regain the confidence that they had been smashed into the ring.

At this moment, the audience of Xia Guo was also worried.

"Fuck, the captain has fought five people in a row, it's already fierce enough, but unfortunately there is a captain on the opposite side."

"The person watching this foreign devil on the opposite side is really angry."

"Are we going to lose?"

"Isn't there another girl? She hasn't played yet, maybe it's the finale, and there are other people who seem to be seriously injured. It doesn't make sense. It was fine before."

"I don't think it's better to let the captain cheer. Even if he can't win, at least he can be disabled, so that we can win."

"Come on..."

……

All the people in Xia were shouting to come on, even if they were watching the live broadcast alone at home, they muttered words like come on, must win, etc.

Han Yi's heart was calm, but there was an angry look on his face.

I have to say, pretending to be, he almost believed that he was a weak group now.

"Come to fight."

Han Yi didn't say much, and shouted directly with Fang Tianhua halberd.

The hand he held Fang Tianhua halberd was shaking slightly.

This scene fell into everyone's eyes.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a large white robe in the Vatican player's seat. Seeing that Han Yi was in extremely poor condition on the stage, he was about to fight the captain. He took out a black book from his robe.

The surface of the book has dark red weird lines, and the cover material seems to be made of animal fur, exuding an evil atmosphere.

There were several players of the Holy See and his entourage around him, just blocking his figure.

No one saw this scene, only Han Yi on the stage raised his eyes, and when the referee's voice fell, he rushed to Lowton.

At the same time, he raised his hand and shot a golden light.

Luoton was startled at first, thinking that Han Yi had some strange magic weapon.

It turned out that it was just a piece of money with wings flying in the field, and the breath was weak, almost thinking it was an ordinary item.

His eyes were full of ridicule, and he fought with Han Yi with a gun.

Every time the spear of Longinus collided with Fang Tianhua halberd, he could feel the power of the holy spear in his hand, which was completely incomparable to the seemingly overbearing weapon on the opposite side.

Lowton's confidence is getting stronger and stronger.

Because he could clearly perceive that Han Yi's state was rapidly declining.

This is still the power battle that he did not stimulate the holy spear, just relying on its own natural holy light.

In this game, he must win, and win beautifully.

Wash away the shame of the first few games.

Off the field, the middle-aged man holding a black book, under the cover of a few people around him and his own wide robe, cautiously and unusually took out a small bottle, which contained three drops of dark and dull blood, as if even the soul of a person was lost. to devour.

He carefully opened the book and turned several pages before stopping.

Then a drop of blood was poured from the bottle and dripped on the page.

He himself didn't dare to look directly at the blood, he scanned the pages of the book with the corner of his eyes, and after confirming that there was no problem, he sang in a low voice.

A wave of extreme evil, along with his chanting, gathered on the pages of the book, and did not radiate the slightest bit.

Han Yi didn't want to move without the opponent's curse being cast.