A giant cloud sword gradually took shape, exuding incandescent brilliance in the air. This giant sword was completely condensed into a solid shape, engraved with layers of cloud patterns, full of texture.
Its aura is ever-changing. Although the power of the Emperor of Heaven is strong, in front of it, it is either cut off or pulled aside, but it cannot completely collide with it.
Suddenly, Yunjian's breath erupted instantly, and the dazzling incandescent color suddenly subsided, leaving only a solid appearance, but it turned into a strong light, and went straight to the Heavenly Emperor Xuying.
God slaughter!
The light in Constantine's eyes was shining brightly, and he took a sudden step forward. From the top of his head, a golden light gushed out and shone on the Emperor of Heaven. The projection of the Emperor of Heaven suddenly became clearer. He raised his hand and grabbed the huge cloud sword.
At this moment, a strange scene appeared, the cloud sword disintegrated instantly without warning, turned into thousands of cloud swords, and swept up like a meat grinder, completely covering the emperor of heaven.
The aura of these cloud swords is ever-changing, and each cloud sword has a strange feeling attached to it.
The coming of the Emperor of Heaven is based on the power of faith, but at this moment, Constantine clearly felt that the cloud sword had just opened up the connection of the power of faith, cutting the original connection of faith. One after another, the faith disintegrated.
The Heavenly Emperor turned into thousands of golden lights and collapsed, and the Yunjian was also affected to some extent, swaying in the air, but they swept up at this time and climbed towards the air.
Constantine's expression changed drastically.
The other party was able to destroy the power of faith. This is a fundamental situation for the Pope's Castle!
"Heretics!" Constantine roared angrily, and when he raised his right hand, a glaring ray of light suddenly burst out from his palm, the ray extended and turned into a spear. He threw the spear in his hand violently.
The spear instantly turned into a bolt of lightning, and went straight to chase after Yunjian in the air.
Spear of Judgment, Inquisition!
"boom-"
The cloud swords that were just trying to re-integrate were suddenly disintegrated by this spear bombardment, and many cloud swords were even shattered into pieces, as if they had been severely injured.
The coming of the Emperor of Heaven, the Spear of Judgment, these are the powerful forces of Constantine. The Spear of Judgment is one of the artifacts of the Pope's Castle, and it is the bottom of the box.
Because of Constantine's outstanding talent, he might become the Pope in the future, so the Pope gave him the Spear of Judgment for self-defense. At this time, the divine weapon made a move, which was really extraordinary, and finally defeated the ever-changing cloud sword.
A cold snort sounded again, and a large number of shattered cloud swords turned into mist again, flew towards the distance, and condensed again. This time, they were no longer condensed into swords, but condensed into human shapes.
The Spear of Judgment turned into light and flew back into Constantine's grasp. Constantine stared at Xuanyuan passing away who appeared in the distance, with murderous intent in his eyes.
The power of the opponent can destroy the power of faith, which is likely to shake the foundation of the Pope's castle. Such people must be eliminated. When the Emperor of Heaven collapsed, Constantine was filled with fear. If the other party could also cut off the faith in his heart, then his whole body would probably collapse accordingly!
Regardless of the possibility that Xuanyuan's death might have something to do with Jun Yongye, Constantine frantically injected his divine power into the Spear of Judgment in his hand without hesitation. For a moment, the radiance on the Spear of Judgment shone brightly, and then slowly shrank, and one could clearly see that one by one golden runes began to appear on the spear like beating blood vessels. Pale golden flames burned from the tip of the spear.
This is the Flame of Judgment that was condensed after assassinating countless heretics and burning their souls. Once touched, it will destroy the opponent's gods.
Xuanyuan's appearance looked the same as before, but the smile on his face disappeared. With a cold snort, he waved his right hand, and a long sword fell into his hand. It still looks like Yunjian, no different from the scattered Yunjian before. However, at this moment, his whole temperament has undergone an earth-shaking change.
Standing on the podium, Mo Xiao couldn't help secretly admiring the Terminator beside her. As the Terminator said, this Wan Jian Gui Yi is probably the most powerful when there is only one sword.
Constantine took a big stride suddenly, and rushed towards Xuanyuan's passing direction, holding the Judgment Spear high in his hand, as if he might throw it at any time.
Xuanyuan passed away, but he was happy and fearless, he slid down his feet, and his whole body was like a cloud, flying towards Constantine.
The tense battle made the audience hold their breath.
Finally, the figures of the two overlapped in the middle of the competition stage, the spear of judgment was not thrown, but instantly turned into thousands of rays of light, and went straight to Xuanyuan with the flame of judgment and shrouded it.
Xuanyuan Sangsan snorted coldly, and with a shake of the cloud sword in his hand, thousands of sword beams seemed to shoot out from his body, unexpectedly facing the spear of judgment without fear.
The sound of "嗤嗤" resounded endlessly on the competition stage, giving people a feeling of shocking the soul.
As an artifact of the Pope's Castle, the Spear of Judgment didn't seem to take much advantage. When it touched the cloud sword in Xuanyuan's hand, the flames of judgment scattered in all directions, but they couldn't burn the other party's cloud sword.
Xuanyuan passed away suddenly disappeared in the sword light, and suddenly appeared floatingly, with a graceful figure, full of ethereal posture, and the long sword in his hand turned into strange sword shadows, every sword seemed to be very clear, but still gave People see the feeling of thousands of swords.
Lan Jue focused his eyes on his swordsmanship, and enlightenment appeared in his heart like a spring. The swordsmanship is ever-changing, and his own thunder and lightning, why is it not ever-changing? A large part of the explosiveness of lightning is its uncertainty. If one can control these like this myriad machines and ever-changing Xuanji swordsmanship, then his future ruler's artifact will definitely become more powerful.
He completely concentrated his mind on the competition stage, trying to remember Xuanyuan's passing sword intent as much as possible. It is impossible to remember his sword skills, it is too fast and too much. Only by memorizing his sword intents can he transform these sword intents into his own power.
Lan Jue's eyes froze, and the battle on the stage became more intense.
When the two sides first fought, Constantine was full of confidence to win. The Spear of Judgment is a magic weapon! The opponent's hand is nothing more than a cloud sword, so can't they defeat the opponent as if they were destroyed
Originally, he planned to save the Spear of Judgment to use when dealing with alchemists or Hercules, but today he had to use it in advance under the pressure of Xuanyuan Sangshang, mainly because he had already had killing thoughts in his heart, and wanted to kill Xuanyuans death. Deathstab died by his own spear.
However, when the power of the Judgment Spear meets the Cloud Sword, there is a feeling that it cannot be used. When the Judgment Flame touches the single Cloud Sword in Xuanyuan's hand, it will not be able to complete the combustion, but will collapse instead. On the Xuanyuan Fleeing Sword, there is a strange energy that changes ever-changingly. Although Judgment Flame is strong, it seems to lose its direction in the ever-changing.
In this situation, Xuanyuan Suisheng gradually gained the upper hand. Although Constantine tried his best to protect himself with the Spear of Judgment, Xuanyuan's attack was pervasive. His Spear of Judgment only relies on the most instinctive attack, and doesn't have much skill at all. But Xuanyuan's ever-changing Xuanji swordsmanship is one of the most powerful ancient martial arts in Shangyuan.
The difference in cultivation between the two sides was completely smoothed out by the practice. Gradually, Constantine began to retreat. Although the Judgment Spear in his hand was still shining brightly, his speed gradually couldn't keep up with Xuanyuan's death.
"Pfft..." A sword mark appeared on his body, cutting open his clothes, and the spear of judgment burst into light, turning into thousands of lights and shadows in an attempt to counterattack, but Xuanyuan passed away without fear, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, countless Jianmang met him head-on, and the attack frequency was obviously higher than that of Constantine.
This feeling made Constantine feel so sad that he was about to spurt blood. He gritted his teeth and refused to retreat. Brutally fight the opponent recklessly.
In fact, he also knew in his heart that in terms of technique, he was indeed far inferior to his opponent. But his energy is stronger and his cultivation is higher. Now he just hopes that Xuanyuan's passing energy can be exhausted, and only in this way can he win the final victory.
However, Xuanyuan passed away without the slightest pause. The offensive was wave after wave, and the powerful swordsmanship caused Constantine to retreat steadily, and at the same time, scars began to appear on his body.
Gradually, Constantine has become a blood man.
Although his physical defense is very strong, the destructive power of Xuanyuan's passing cloud sword is also strong, and the sword energy contained in it is also as ever-changing as his sword skills. Tired of coping, it became more and more difficult to control the Spear of Judgment in his hand.
From the viewer's point of view, Xuanyuan Sangsai and the cloud sword in his hand turned into tens of thousands at the same time, and thousands of sword shadows surrounded Constantine's mad attack, and Constantine's resistance became more and more sluggish, and gradually, there was no way to fight back. Power.
Mirenda, the King of Angels, was already so embarrassed that water dripped from his face. He and Constantine are not of the same age, and he placed high hopes on this younger generation. He knew that he might not be able to be promoted to the master in this life, but if the Pope's castle is to remain strong, it must have the support of the master.
The strength of the Huameng is much stronger than they imagined, whether it is the white-clothed swordsman Yongye, or Wan Jiangui Yixuanyuan, they are all so powerful. This Xuanyuan passed away was still able to achieve such a level when his cultivation base was inferior, and Constantine had an artifact. It was almost inevitable that he would become the master in the future.