Mr. Qiu slashed out with his sword, and suddenly felt a strong force hitting the sword. His body was shaken, and he saw Pope Corsica VI holding the staff tightly in his hand and placing it on Prince Barran's head. In front of me! His sword hit the staff of Corsica VI!
"Your Majesty the Pope, have you forgotten what you said? Why do you suddenly want to protect him again?" Mr. Qiu's face darkened...
Prince Balang was already crawling and hiding behind the Pope. Several bishops and elders on both sides had already gathered around him, forming a triangle and rhombus, surrounding Mr. Qiu in the middle!
Corsica VI said calmly: "Mr. Qiu, do you really think that I came today just for the fight between Her Majesty the Queen and the Prince?"
Mr. Qiu's expression changed slightly: "What?"
The Pope had a smile on his face: "If it was really for that matter, why would I bring three bishops and elders from the religious church with me?"
He smiled as if he was gloomy: "Mr. Qiu, the other purpose of my coming today is for you!"
After hearing these words, Mr. Qiu's eyes suddenly shrank, he looked at the Pope coldly, and said in a deep voice: "What do you mean!"
Corsica VI glanced at the Queen standing on the steps in front of the hall from a distance, and said lightly: "Didn't the Queen tell you what I said back then..." The Pope's smile was full of meaning, and he said slowly: "Yesterday When I met with the queen, I said: If anyone wants to disobey God’s will or subvert the authority of the divine religion in the world, then the divine religion will not sit idly by!”
After saying this, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he looked at Mr. Qiu like a sharp knife: "Mr. Qiu, have you forgotten your true identity?"
A sharp look flashed in Mr. Qiu's eyes, and he suddenly laughed loudly: "Very good! You really know my secret!" He glanced coldly at the bishops and elders surrounding him, and said in a deep voice: "So Say, you just want to take this opportunity to get rid of me today!"
Corsica VI smiled and said: "Not bad!"
Mr. Qiu took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, stood there firmly, and suddenly sighed: "I understand!"
A sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "Now is the best time to get rid of me!"
His eyes were like lightning, and he continued coldly: "You have never brought trouble to me before because I am a palace warrior! And you have long known that Prince Balang is plotting to take the throne, and you have to rely on me to protect the emperor and the queen - This way we can maintain a balance between both parties, right?”
He continued to sneer: "But now, the emperor is suddenly dying, and the divine religion is ready to intervene in the struggle for imperial power. With your support, Prince Barang has failed today! So... so my existence is not necessary... "
He laughed and said: "But you can't really let Balang die! Because if Balang dies, then the biggest threat to the queen's power will be gone. At that time, the queen will no longer need the power of your divine religion. ...So you can help the queen suppress Prince Balang, but you can't let him die! Because you want Prince Balang to live, so that the queen will always have such an enemy watching over you, so that your divine religion can naturally control the queen! !”
His smile was full of mockery: "So I must die! If I die, there will be no masters around the queen... The only thing she can rely on is your divine religion... Hahahaha..." He suddenly laughed wildly: "Corsica. Sixth Generation, you take me too seriously! Is my life and death that important to you?"
Corsica VI had a solemn expression and said calmly: "Of course it's important! Your existence is the greatest blasphemy against the gods..." At this point, he lowered his voice and slowly uttered a few words from his mouth: "You demon clan. Descendants!”
Mr. Qiu's body trembled violently, with a bitter look in his eyes, and he murmured: "Descendants of the Demon Clan... Descendants of the Demon Clan..." He gradually laughed out loud, and said slowly: "What is a god? What is a demon? ? Are the Kara tribe necessarily demons in your eyes?"
There was anger in his eyes, and he looked coldly at the bishops and elders around him, and whispered: "Corsica VI! Do you think you can kill me with just a few of you!"
The long sword in his hand suddenly burst into flames! The whole sword started to burn like fire!
Corsica VI said lightly: "Killing you will completely end Kara's last trace of blood on the mainland! You are not an ordinary human being, but a descendant of Kara's blood. In the name of the gods, you must not be allowed to live in this world. In this world!”
Several bishops and elders took a few steps back at the same time and stood next to the Pope. They raised their staffs high and without chanting any spells in their mouths, they had already transformed into white holy auras, turning Qiu Qiu into the sky. The gentleman is shrouded in it!
The white vapor seemed to have a special effect on Mr. Qiu. Once he got a little bit of it, traces of white vapor immediately appeared on his body, and his clothes seemed to be on fire!
Corsica VI said coldly: "Mr. Qiu, this is the holy light formation passed down from the divine religion to deal with the Kara tribe!"
Mr. Qiu's body seemed to be trembling, and there was a trace of pain on his face. He backed away slowly, as if his whole body was filled with white arrogance, and then he slowly sat down...
A bishop and elder shouted: "Mr. Qiu, surrender quickly! Accept God's judgment! Even if you are a sword saint warrior, you can't resist the majesty of God!!" The other elders all agreed in unison.
Mr. Qiu was sitting on the ground, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly placed the sword in his hand lightly across his chest, with a mocking smile on his face: "Sword Saint Warrior? Humph... Sword Saint Warrior... The strongest in the mainland The samurai, the best swordsman samurai in a hundred years... is really ridiculous!"
He suddenly swung the long sword slowly, as if sweeping away some flies. Wherever the flames on the sword touched, the white aura emitted by the people of the divine religion who had been enveloped dissipated one after another!
Mr. Qiu stood up slowly. The gray robe that was covering his body suddenly fell apart, revealing a warrior uniform underneath. His expression became serious, and he looked at the Pope in front of him coldly and whispered. : "Are you talking about God's judgment? Then let me see what power your God has!"
His momentum suddenly began to explode, and countless strands of energy were shot out from around his body like sharp arrows. For a moment, dust was flying in the square, and Miss Nicole suddenly felt light. It turned out that Mr. Qiu was secretly touching her body. The restraints were released in an instant, and she immediately opened her mouth to shout, but unexpectedly a breath of wind came into her mouth, and she couldn't say a word for a moment!
Her Majesty the Queen has been firmly guarded by several warriors of the Royal Guards, and gradually retreated into the main hall. People who were originally scattered around the square also ran towards the main hall, and the square In the middle, only Mr. Qiu and the members of the cult were left, as well as Prince Balang, who was guarded by several of his men and hiding aside.
Nicole took a breath. She wanted to create a light curtain in front of herself, but found that she could not use any magic power. She was shocked, but found that she was being pulled back to the steps by several military people. Pulled into the hall.
Mr. Qiu's body was shrouded in a ball of brilliance, and then the ball of brilliance spread out and grew larger, gradually covering the entire square. The space between heaven and earth, and the square, seemed to be filled with the murderous aura of Mr. Qiu's body.
There was an indifferent smile on his face: "Corsica VI, don't you want to kill me? You might as well try! But I want to tell you, you may not be able to perform any magic here!"
A flash of light flashed in the Pope's eyes, and his old face seemed to have a strange expression. He suddenly sighed slowly and said in a low voice: "Field! You have indeed reached the level of a strong person in the field!"
Far away, in the emperor's chamber behind the palace, Tian Lie was sitting on the ground and yawning. Suddenly he felt a breath in his heart. His face changed slightly and he suddenly jumped up from the ground. The breath was so strong and full of energy. A murderous aura seemed to fill the world, and Tian Lie looked a little strange.
"Field?! Someone in the palace has actually reached the level of the realm!"
Pope Corsica VI looked coldly at Mr. Qiu standing in front of him - he looked like a god holding a sword in his hand, his white hair fluttering like a group of snakes dancing wildly, and the corners of his clothes were blown up by the strong wind. The murderous look in his eyes was so intense that he could hardly lift his head!
"Field!" The Pope sighed: "Mr. Qiu, I guessed correctly, you are really a strong person in the field..." His tone was very calm, and he whispered: "But, I already know that you are a strong person in the field, But I still came because today, I have a way to make you die here!"
Mr. Qiu was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "Let me die here? What a joke! Let me see what method you used!"
The long sword in his hand slashed down like a bolt of lightning. This sword really seemed like a legendary god, as if it had the power to create the world!
But Corsica VI stood there and slowly closed his eyes. Mr. Qiu's shocking sword strike suddenly stopped in front of him! It was as if I was stuck on an invisible wall, unable to enter even half a minute!
A ball of light erupted from the Pope's body, shrouding himself and the surrounding bishops and elders of the cult...
Mr. Qiu's expression suddenly changed: "Impossible! How can you use magic here? In my field, no one can use magic!"
The light ball on the Pope's body became more and more intense. Several bishops and elders slowly sat on the ground. They held the staff tightly in their hands and slowly injected a bright and dazzling light beam into the church. On the body of Zong Corsica VI, the figure of Corsica VI became brighter and brighter, and finally the whole person almost turned into an extremely dazzling transparent light and shadow!
His voice seemed to come from heaven:
"Yes, in your domain, ordinary people cannot resist your restrictions, because in your domain, all the rules of space are made by you - but don't forget it! This world was created by God! Man cannot break the rules in your field, but God can!”
His voice became more and more solemn, as if carrying some supreme majesty: "God gave me power, so I can break your rules!"
Mr. Qiu gritted his teeth and shouted: "I don't believe in any gods. Show me what the power of gods is!"
He chopped out a light blade and shot it hard at Pope Corsica VI. But as soon as the light blade flew in front of the Pope, it suddenly melted away like ice and snow in the sun!
Several bishops beside him kept pouring spiritual power into Corsica VI, and the Pope finally raised the staff in his hand.
The staff pointed at the sky, and he slowly muttered something...
In an instant, all the clouds in the sky dissipated... and the dazzling sunlight shone directly on the earth! Then there seemed to be a roar in the sky, and there was an invisible pressure in the roar. Mr. Qiu's face looked a little strange, and his body immediately swayed.
Then a light flashed in his eyes, and the domain light group suddenly shrouding the square became more intense!
"It's useless!" Corsica VI said coldly: "Humans are just human beings, and they can never compete with the power of God... Even the strongest in the field can't do it!"
Suddenly there was a low groan in the sky, and then a translucent giant-armored god appeared in the sky! The god held a huge light ax in his hand and struck it into the sky above the Palace Square!
Boom... Like thunder and lightning, the whole square shook violently!
Mr. Qiu swayed and a trace of blood flowed from his mouth. He pointed the long sword in his hand at the sky and gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it!"
The long sword shot out like a burning arrow, piercing the translucent light and shadow of the god in mid-air.
The phantom seemed to let out a roar, and the burning long sword on its body quickly disappeared, and then the light ax in its hand struck down again!
The earth shook!
Only a click was heard, and a crack appeared in the light boundary of the domain arranged by Mr. Qiu! Mr. Qiu snorted, staggered a step, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He stared at Corsica VI in front of him: "Impossible! You are using the 'divine descending technique'! How is it possible! In this world, gods have not appeared for thousands of years! Could it be... Could it be..." In his eyes With a look of great surprise, he pointed his finger at the Pope: "Has God returned to the world again? Has God's religion already obtained God's will?"
Corsica VI nodded, his expression extremely serious: "Yes, God has finally opened his arms to his believers again after forgetting his people in the world for thousands of years! My 'divine descending technique' is a true legend The highest spell of the light system that has been unavailable for thousands of years is the supreme spell that can use the power of God!"
Mr. Qiu suddenly shouted loudly: "I don't believe it! So what about God! This is my domain! In my domain, I am the god here!"
There was a look of determination in his eyes, and his body suddenly shot up from the ground like a sharp arrow!
His whole body turned into a huge lightsaber, and he slashed at the phantom of the god in the sky!
What does it look like when the sun sets
If I had to describe it, it would be what it looks like at this moment! A dazzling brilliance flashed in the sky. Everyone who looked at the sky felt a sharp pain in their eyes. Involuntarily, their vision went dark and they fell to the ground.
Then the dazzling light seemed to burn the entire sky!
The huge phantom of the god in the sky suddenly roared. First, the light ax in his hand suddenly shattered and turned into streams of light, and then his arms... body... head...
Finally, the huge body turned into countless meteor-like light clusters and dispersed...
Mr. Qiu's body seemed to be a huge fireball falling from the sky. He had a proud expression on his face, his eyes were burning like flames, and his whole body turned into a sword, emitting piercing energy. murderous look!
But looking carefully, Mr. Qiu's eyes, mouth, nose, middle and ears were all leaking out traces of blood at this moment. The clothes on his body suddenly cracked with countless small cracks, and then countless small wounds opened on the skin of his body. , traces of blood flowed all over the body!
His body fell on the ground, shook slightly twice, and his sharp eyes slowly glanced at the Pope, with a sinister tone in his tone: "Humph, didn't you mean the power of God? Now!"
He took steps slowly and walked towards the Pope step by step! There was a trace of pain on his face. Every time he took a step, the numerous wounds on his body burst and grew larger, and blood flowed all over his body!
Corsica VI sighed, glanced at Mr. Qiu, shook his head and said, "Mr. Qiu, why are you so persistent?" How can the power of God be something that mortals can resist? You resisted forcefully, and your body was completely broken at this moment! Your hard support will be wiped out in just a moment... Just give up!
Mr. Qiu's face was pale, with a trace of sadness and anger in his eyes, and he shouted suddenly: "I will get rid of you even if I die!"
His body suddenly swelled up, and then after a cloud of blood mist, the body burst apart and turned into countless fragments! A small transparent human figure burst out from the body. The light and shadow seemed to be very strong, but after it burst out from the body, it quickly dimmed...
"Spirit body!" The pope's expression changed slightly: "It is said that strong men in the field can cultivate into a spirit body. It is indeed true!"
The light body suddenly shot out towards the Pope! Everywhere he went, it was as if the air was being rubbed with sparks!
The Pope's eyes flashed and he shouted: "Mr. Qiu, why don't you give up!"
He suddenly stretched out a palm, and a black light shot out from his palm, like a black lightning, and shot out at the flying light body!
The white light body and the black lightning collided together. The light body suddenly shook and fell to the ground. There was a black spear stuck in the chest of the light body!
The face of the light body vaguely resembles that of Mr. Qiu, but it is getting darker and darker. A trace of black air comes out of the black spear, and it keeps devouring the light body crazily...
Mr. Qiu glanced at the Pope for the last time and whispered: "Dracula's Spear... You actually used a magic weapon against me... What kind of servants of the gods are you?"
Finally, the light body split into pieces and dispersed, disappearing into smoke in a moment, leaving only a spear stuck on the ground!