The Earth Conquers All Worlds

"Zhao Shi!"

"President!"

The battle in the soul space is unknown to everyone outside. From the perspective of the outside world, the army formed by flames charged, and the three holy angels with swords lived on the flanks and swayed holy white flames.

The flying swords blocking them fell one after another like birds that had lost their lives, and the sword lotus sank so fast that it couldn't even block the attacks of the two.

The angel and the Flame Wanjun broke into the lotus core of the blood-colored sword lotus within a few breaths. Zhao Shi, who was inside the lotus core, was as weak as a lamb just born, so he could only gather the last hundred or so flying swords to fight withstand.

But the power that erupted in this last struggle was less than 50% of the peak state. How could it be possible to resist the opponent's peak state and far surpassed power under the blessing of the plane consciousness?

"Walk!"

After Sun Yue and the others exclaimed, they turned decisively, and immediately turned around, preparing for the guild to disperse and preserve their vitality as much as possible, waiting for revenge in the future.

The red sword light is weak, while the army of flames and the holy angel holding the sword are majestic and holy. Compared with the two, they are like the arms of a mantis and a carriage.

Seeing that the red sword light was about to be broken under the attacks of the two and turned into powder, the Flame Army suddenly paused, and the majestic Flame Knight Gregory III at the head showed intense pain, and his body twitched and trembled.

The hot battle energy in his body suddenly became scattered, and he followed behind to charge, and the bodies of the mortal flame army fluctuated indistinctly, and most of the knights made of golden-red flames exploded like bombs.

Not only him, the bodies of the three invincible holy sword-holding angels were in chaos. Immediately, two sword-holding angels burst into two hot holy light bombs, and the handsome and flawless face of the remaining sword-holding angel also began to change. Fuzzy, breathing up and down.

And at the moment when they collapsed and became chaotic, the sword that condensed Zhao Shi's last remaining strength and fused all his flesh and bones had come in front of them, slashing at both of them at the same time.

"Joseph!"

The strong death signal stimulated the soul of Gregory III, making him wake up instantly, stabilize the fighting spirit in his body and the remaining flames behind him, and stop the self-explosion.

He roared ferociously on his extremely pale face, and unleashed all the power of himself and the knight behind him, his body almost turned into streaks of golden-red light, and together they formed a thick flaming giant spear and blasted at the red long sword in the sky!

Pope Joseph woke up a little earlier than him. Under the terrifying threat of the red sword in the sky, he didn't dare to think carefully. The sword-wielding angel with a vague body became solid again under his full control. The sword, the holy white flame blazing.

"Purification!"

There was a ruthless look in the angel's handsome and flawless golden eyes. All his power gathered towards the holy white long sword in his hand, and his body became dim. However, the white flames on the holy sword had been condensed to the extreme. On the long sword.

The spiritual energy of the surrounding world surged, and the consciousness of the plane went crazy to provide blessings for the attacks of the two of them, and the hatred of all living beings for the intruder almost came out of the bones.

The red long sword that condensed all Zhao Shi's soul and flesh and blood and the attacks of the two silently clashed together. The killing red, holy white, and hot golden red in the sky were intertwined and changed like ribbons.

Scary black traces of energy annihilation appeared one after another like ripples.

boom!

In between breaths, a black flower of energy annihilation burst out from the center of the three's clash, and the tightly entwined three exploded and flew in three directions like lifeless stones.

"puff!"

The broken red long sword with dim aura fell towards the sky along a downward parabola.

There are dense gaps in the sword body, some gaps even go deep into the middle of the sword body, with holy white flames on the gaps, almost splitting the sword body in two.

The red long sword was about to fall to the ground, and when it was more than ten meters away from the ground, it stopped with difficulty. The red aura around the sword body was blurred, revealing Zhao Shi's embarrassed figure.

More than a hundred flying swords around, including eight magical weapon-level flying swords fell like pieces of garbage iron, and made a clanging sound when they fell on the ground.

Swords are badly damaged, and so are people.

Zhao Shi's face was extremely pale, his clothes were torn, and there were dense wounds. Blood and strange energy flowed out from his wounds, and soon his whole body was dyed red.

The most serious wound was on the left arm. Most of the left arm was cut off by the great sword in the hands of the holy sword-bearer angel, leaving only a layer of flesh to let the arm hang on the shoulder.

Even if most of the opponent's attack has been interrupted by the blood sea sword intent, this kind of attack launched with plane consciousness is not something that can be easily received.

"How about a truce?"

Zhao Shi, who has been 100% pain sensitive since he entered the game, ignored his wounds and took over the only blood lotus sword left by his side with his right arm. The murderous intent overflowed his eyes, forming a blood-like red light.

Gregory III and Pope Joseph, who were opposite him, were not much better.

Two strong men who are stronger than Zhao Shi joined forces to attack, plus the auxiliary attack of the plane consciousness, this terrifying combination is fully qualified to take the random blow of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

If it wasn't for their shortcomings in mental attack, Zhao Shi caught the opportunity to severely damage the source of their souls, deeply interrupted the joint terrorist attack of the two, and pulled them to fight at the same level as him, Zhao Shi would definitely No chance of surviving.

"Heretic, the Lord's shepherd-hound fears no death, and you cannot escape."

Pope Joseph's face was pale, and his aura dropped to the extreme. The figure of the holy sword-wielding angel in front of him was almost transparent, and there were countless scars like red filaments on his body, bit by bit, horrifying killing sword intent permeated the air.

On the other side, Gregory, who was playing the role of a meat shield, was even more miserable. A wound the size of a bowl appeared on his right chest, and streaks of crimson sword energy were crazily destroying it. He had to consume the fighting energy in his body to suppress it all the time, otherwise he would die in an instant. In no time, his body would be transformed into an exploding blood cell.

"very good."

After Pope Joseph refused, the bloody light in Zhao Shi's eyes became extremely cold, and he turned his gaze to Gregory III, his mad killing intent almost congealed into reality.

The two of them looked at Gregory III with firm eyes at the same time, full of immorality, which made Gregory III feel a little chill in his heart.

If he wants to retreat at this time, or is unwilling to contribute, the battle should be able to stop.

After all, no matter how crazy Pope Joseph was, it was impossible for him to fight Zhao Shi alone in a deadly battle with a high probability of death, and let him take advantage of it by the side.

"You can temporarily..."

Gregory III pondered for a long time, and finally decided to give up the plan to kill Zhao Shi now. He is a secular emperor, not a religious lunatic like Pope Joseph, who can ignore everything in order to kill the enemy.

At this time, a warm golden light descended from the sky and fell on Gregory III, slightly recovering his injuries.

In particular, the red sword energy on his chest that constantly destroys his body gathers a large amount of holy light, which greatly consumes their power and releases a large amount of fighting energy in Gregory III's body.

The low chants in Pope Joseph's mouth stopped, and the body of the holy sword-wielding angel around him became more blurred.

"kill!"

Gregory III stopped talking, gave a soft drink, and instigated the flaming giant horse under his command and the dozen or so flaming knights remaining behind him to gallop. A tragic breath permeated all directions, including Pope Joseph who was nearby.

Perhaps, the future name of the light and dark plane can be decided today.