As his thoughts turned, Long Junchen had no time to continue thinking. He stepped on the wind and his eyes were extremely firm. A thin but agile figure slowly emerged from the sky. The wide axe body of Pangu Axe reflected Long Junchen's cold and handsome side face, as if a god of killing was reincarnated.

The leader of the Apocalypse Knight felt a domineering aura around Long Junchen. He glanced at the uneasy group of horses around him, frowned slightly, cursed a few words, then pulled the rope, drove the horse under him to slowly take a few steps forward, and as his steps fell, as the wings of the horse as thin as cicadas' wings flapped, the vast aura hidden in his body suddenly surged exponentially at this moment. When his fourth step fell, the aura actually pushed Long Junchen's pressure back, and in an instant, formed a force of competing in the sky, and the surrounding rocks showed signs of collapse.

Long Junchen took a deep breath, felt the strong aura of the guy in front of him, and his heart sank slightly. It was not until this time that he had the opportunity to look at the guy in front of him. The Knight of the Apocalypse Order did not wear the black mask like cast iron. His face was exposed. It was a pale face, extremely pale face, and there was no trace of blood.

The face was simple and dignified, with a red cross between the eyebrows, which complemented the black cross on Tianma's forehead. However, the red color made his face look pale and light, like a piece of paper cut, like a ghost that can be blown away in one breath, or like a leaf that can be kneaded at will, and it will break with a slight touch.

The face was too white, Long Junchen felt that it was really a bit cunning. He swallowed with difficulty. The master knight looked at the three people who had no intention of taking out the bloody crystal stone. His slender eyebrows frowned slightly. He raised the spear in his hand, and his breath was condensed in his arms, and he shouted sharply: "No one left!" As soon as he finished speaking, the ending sound of the word left echoed in the cave for a long time, and the surging murderous intent also erupted from the Apocalypse Knights behind him.

"You two, you choose one of those blue and yellow ones. The white widow-like knight commander is handed over to me. As for the knight order behind, it's just as they like! It's whatever they like!" Long Junchen quickly set up the battle situation. However, before Long Junchen's words were finished, Cui Liewo and Zu Xiang had already fought with the enemy. The dragon stick flew up and down, and the tiger was full of wind. At the same time, the familiar yellow fragrance filled the cave. Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and stared at the knight commander with a stern look.

The Apocalypse Knights took the lead in finding Zuxiang, and Zuxiang took out a bow and arrow from somewhere. The bow was faintly exuded with an ancient aura. The bow was black, like a black eagle. He looked calm, and he blew the arrow, and then slowly pulled the bowstring. The iron bow gradually bent, and a squeaking sound was made at the joints of the bowstrings, but the chord line of the bow body did not tremble at all. Zuxiang held the bow and arrow extremely steadily, and his left hand gently stroked the void. The yellow fragrance condensed into a yellow arrow, as if the magic of a god transformed into a magic trick.

The yellow arrow seemed to contain some powerful power, and there was a strange god hidden in the divine bow. He silently placed the yellow arrow between the bows. The arrow clusters were aimed at the Apocalypse Knights running towards him at high speed, their eyebrows, pupils, murderous intent, bowstrings, and iron arrows, all condensed on one arrow. The arrow in his hand was about to come out, and it seemed that they would shoot out the next moment.

The iron bow in Zuxiang's hand, called Fangxiang Enhui, was an ancient magic weapon. At this time, it was ready to go, and the bow was ready to be shot, and the strings were already full. The wind and snow that kept rushing into the cave seemed to have slowed down a little bit because of the strong sharpness on the arrow, and did not dare to move forward any further.

The Apocalypse Knights were still a distance away from Zu Xiang and the others. Zu Xiang held his breath and concentrated his mind. He took the Fragrant Greeting, used the range he had in advance to lock their breath with powerful arrows. The powerful aura instantly enveloped the iron arrow. The Fragrant Greeting is an ancient divine weapon. Logically, after being aimed by this iron bow, the knights of the Apocalypse Knights should have felt a crisis. The pair of indistinct pupils seemed to have a great sense of fear. The Tianma neighed uneasy. However, what disappointed Zu Xiang was that these knights of the Apocalypse Knights seemed to have no feeling at all, and still maintained a complete formation and a murderous aura. Under the admonition of the knights, those Tianma had excellent combat qualities and did not mess up the formation because of Zu Xiang's powerful fighting spirit.

The eyes of the Tianma under his crotch became clear again. They shone with their wings, their horses' hooves flew, and they rushed towards Zuxiang with a well-trained training. Zuxiang secretly praised it in his heart. This has to be said that the Apocalypse Knights are indeed a group of truly cold-blooded and disciplined Deadpool teams.

Finally, Zu Xiang moved. He suddenly turned around. The dark and sharp arrow cluster threw a black afterimage in the air. The two fingers on the iron bowstring were released. The yellow arrow flew out like a stream of light. From the bow to the arrow, the whole movement was extremely natural and smooth. The yellow arrow penetrated the layers of wind and snow and accurately hit the head of one of the Apocalypse Knights. The knight groaned and flew backwards directly from Tianma, landing on the ground without knowing life and death. However, the other Apocalypse Knights did not have any fear caused by the death of their companions. They waved the spear in their hands and continued to rush towards the guy holding the bow and arrow in front of them!

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes, looked at the knight captain calmly, waved the Pangu axe in his hand and said, "Then, come on."

The Knight seemed to follow some ritual and gently helped Long Junchen. At this time, Zuxiang and Cui Liewo had left the island in the middle of the lake and fought with those people. The Knight Apocalypse rode a horse and landed on the island in the middle of the lake. He jumped off the horse. Instead of using the white spear, he took out two long steel claws.

Long Junchen looked slightly, closed his eyes, and quietly listened to the sound of the Knight's approaching footsteps. His hands holding Pangu Axe were sometimes loose and sometimes tight, as if there was a certain rhythm in between.

As he walked, the sound of metal rubbing sounded behind the head of the knight. Two long steel claws slowly poked out and appeared in Long Junchen's sight. The sharp claw blades on the steel claws were like silver petals, and the Knight Apocalypse stood in the middle of these petals.

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