The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Pope Joseph and his sword-wielding angels retained the strongest combat power, followed by Zhao Shi, whose body was covered with terrifying bones and ashes of flesh and blood.

In the end, Gregory III, whose heart was almost smashed by the Blood Lotus Sword, had the weakest preserved strength, and the giant flame horse under him almost collapsed.

"Death blasphemer, die!"

Pope Joseph didn't delay for a moment, waved his scepter, and several blessings of holy light fell down. The big sword in the hands of the holy sword-wielding angel charged at Zhao Shi at a faster speed, and the holy white flames blazed and became more powerful.

This time, there is absolutely no extra combat power to slightly restrain the angel's attack under the cover of the formation.

"Ha ha."

Zhao Shi's breath was weak, his laughter stopped, red light flashed, his body matched with the formation, and he swung his sword to slash at the angel's great sword.

However, his body has been overdrawn many times, and his current strength has become extremely weak.

Even though all the potential has been overdrawn, even the lifespan of the formation has been overdrawn, and all the power has been squeezed out, it is still far behind the strength of the holy sword-wielding angel.

If there is no accident, Zhao Shi will be cut in half by the angel with his sword.

However, the reason why Zhao Shi smiled was that he didn't worry about his own life, because he was sure that accidents would happen.

Gregory III, who was almost cut in half by Zhao Shi and was still recovering from his wounds, saw Zhao Shi being attacked by the sword-wielding angel.

Ding!

The flaming lance and the red sword light slashed at the sword-bearer angel's great sword burning with holy white flames, knocking it back a step.

The two of them took two steps back at the same time, their bodies staggering, their internal injuries were terribly numerous, more than half of which were caused by their teammates.

"Gregory, if you dare to save the blasphemer, aren't you afraid that your family of flame holy lions will be wiped out?"

When Pope Joseph saw that the Flame Knight and Zhao Shi jointly blocked his attack, his face became extremely gloomy, and his words were icy cold.

When the king became angry, he laid down millions of corpses. This is definitely not an understatement, but a depiction of the future.

Gregory III did not respond to his words, and looked at Zhao Shi: "Take back the cold killing magic power that invaded my body,

As a price, I will take back the flame battle energy that stays in your body, how about it? "

The battles of high-level powerhouses are not purely equipment battles. In fact, simple weapon attacks will not cause too much damage to the powerhouses, and they can easily heal their wounds.

But if the trauma contains a different kind of energy that does not belong to him, this situation will be very troublesome.

Not only do you have to use the grudge in your body to suppress it all the time during the battle, but it may explode and kill him at any time.

"Can."

Zhao Shi didn't hesitate much, it wasn't just Gregory III who felt headaches from the strange energies in his body, but also himself.

After the two reached a consensus, they fought at the same time, surging in their bodies, the red sword intent that was always chaotic and the flaming battle energy that was like a gangrene dissipated at the same time.

Zhao Shi felt a slight chill in his body, and the flame fighting energy that had been entangled in his body turned into bits and pieces of spiritual light and dissipated.

He even had the mood to laugh at the gloomy Pope Joseph: "What is there to be afraid of? The Flame Sacred Lion Royal Family has always insisted on the policy of intermarriage with nobles and nobles under its command. The blood is all over the entire knight class. How do you exterminate their blood?

Do you want to kill all the knight families in the empire? That's fine. "

Zhao Shi laughed, confident.

"Gregory, surrender to me, the profane to the profane, and the divine to the divine.

The church only needs faith, and the flame and lion royal family is still a royal family, and its power will not change in any way. "

Pope Joseph turned a blind eye to Zhao Shi's words, and looked at Gregory III with a strong killing intent.

Gregory III didn't rush to answer, panted for a long time, and said briefly: "Now all the land and all the wealth in the Church of Light belong to the priests, the knights are the lower class, and the flame lion will always be the king of all the world."

What you say is not important, what you do is.

"Okay, die! Holy Light!"

Pope Joseph pronounced the sentence indifferently, the bright holy power in his body was desperately overdrawn, the skin wrinkles became darker visible to the naked eye, the hair turned gray a little, and the source of life dropped a lot.

He began to consume his own limited lifespan, and broke out as a last resort.

The angel holding the sword flapped its pure white wings, and a holy radiance descended from the sky and shone on it, just like the messenger who descended from heaven to save the world in mythology.

Under the radiance of the holy light, the weak aura of the sword-wielding angel began to recover, his body became solid, his wings were full of brilliance, and the white flame above the holy sword was bright.

"Purification!"

The golden light enveloped Zhao and Shi, weakening the strength to suppress them. There were voices of orderly prayers around them, and phantoms of pious believers worshiping in the tall church.

In the radiance, the angel's wings fluttered, and a small and sharp golden holy light pierced through everything, stabbing at Gregory III.

"Rush to the peak!"

Gregory III roared, and the golden-red flames on the body that had escaped from the erosion of the sea of ​​blood and sword intent became brighter. Regardless of Zhao Shi beside him, he rode his horse to charge first, instinctively acting as a meat shield.

This is the knight's way of fighting, it is difficult to dodge dexterously, every blow is hard, point to point, there is no retreat, it is not that there is any trust in Zhao Shi.

Zhao Shi also didn't want to let Gregory III die at the hands of Pope Joseph, he couldn't beat him alone.

The body with creaking bones joined the Blood Lotus Sword again, and mobilized the large formation to turn into a sharp sword light, which came first and slashed obliquely on the tiny golden holy light.

His arm and body shook at the same time, and he suffered a hidden injury. After confirming that half of his strength had been consumed, Zhao Shi backed away without hesitation, refusing to take any more force.

boom!

The holy light weakened by Zhao Shi collided with the flaming lance, and Gregory III was forced to take three steps back. A large golden-red flame collapsed, and the sharp and solid holy light also turned into a ball of golden light and dissipated.

The white light flashed, without giving them even a chance to recover, the sword-holding angel swung the white flame sword towards Gregory III's neck, and the holy light around the angel cut off the inside and outside.

boom! Immediately there was the sound of glass breaking, and a red flying sword smashed through the thin protection of the holy light, and slashed on the holy flame sword at the same time as the flame lance.

The two were forced to retreat at the same time, but they fought back desperately at the same time.

The three-color rays of light crazily intertwined and fought against each other. Although the absolute power was much weaker than before, the tragic meaning was several times stronger.

The three of them are arrogant people, they think that they are the unquestionable masters of the plane, it is absolutely impossible to surrender to others, willing to be their wings, this is more uncomfortable than killing them.

After entangled in the battle for a long time, the spiritual light continued to dissipate, and the traces of the battle that were originally invisible to the naked eye gradually became visible to the Condensed Realm.

The holy light shone, and the sword-holding angel's big sword burning with holy white flames easily cut through the weak shields on the two of them, and cut into their bodies.

"kill!"

At the same time, Gregory III and Zhao Shi roared at the same time, their faces ferocious and crazy, regardless of their own life and death.

The sword light and the cavalry lance suddenly flourished, the sword light containing the sword intent of the endless blood sea sliced ​​through Angel Feather's left shoulder and tore its wings, and the flame lance frantically stabbed at the abdomen of the angel holding the sword.