Chapter 1309: Weird victory

Chapter 1309: Weird victory

In fact, from the very beginning, Hao Ren did not intend to let the smashing sword really chill. Normally, this thing can only be kept quiet for three minutes, not to mention that there is a fellow with the same homologous here. So, after the opening of the Shenjian sword, Hao Ren died, only when he took the bgm with him, and tried to stop the water and then continued to fight against August VII.

The soothing space tearing sounds constantly, the gravity is out of balance, the optical disorder, the passage of time has become flickering and slowing, in the constant collision between the two sacred swords, between Hao Ren and August VII The battlefield is gradually evolving into a vain zone where the rules are inconsistent and the laws are gone. The scope of the sacred sword may not be as thrilling as the artillery ploughing, and the scale is huge. However, within a limited scope, the level of power they incite is far beyond the weapon of any mortal who can understand. Body, August VII has a "blessing" from Lockerton, so it can survive in such an environment, but for others, it has become a restricted area!

In the constant confrontation between the two "arms", the noise of the 弑Sword (捅人居士) did not stop from the beginning to the end:

"I said buddy, don't you talk? You look exactly like me? You know who made the tricks?"

"Hey, I told you, I gave myself a name, called a layman. You know what you mean? It’s especially powerful..."

"Hao Ren, let's be honest, this can't solve the problem of killing and killing. You see that the battle of this old man is also very strong. How can you get the difference between the two of you? It is better to sit down and talk. Talk, maybe the problem that cannot be solved by force can be solved by talking. You humans are talking about this treatment..."

"Hey, the one who doesn't say anything, the fate of people, you said that the tricks should be the same as the same, but now you can only come here to touch it. This is a map, if there is not so much in this world. How good is the battle!"

"Actually, my dream is to be a kitchen knife. I usually cut dumplings and cut a Chinese cabbage. I have nothing to do with the world..."

"But since it has become a weapon, it still has to be accepted. The so-called one line loves one line, just like the name I gave myself, the one who doesn't say anything, how do you feel a free and easy connection to fate? Happy?"

"Hey, go up! You cut down and know no! That direction can obviously be blocked!"

聒 弑 喋喋 喋喋 喋喋 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 不 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝 郝Ascending into the smog, the muscles of the bulging muscles showed a more distorted black smudge, and his exceptionally large, swollen right arm was cracked, and the black-red blood slammed into the hot air. Directly ablate a small hole that is lightly smoked!

In such a level of battle, the slightest gap will bring irreparable decline, and the devil's little weakness will be immediately captured by Hao Ren and quickly turned into a huge advantage!

"The Lord of the Great...The Lord of Greatness...Rocky Marton..." August VII was covered in smoke and dust, and the corrosive body fluid mixed with black and red blood emerged from all parts of his body. He whispered as he retreated. Unclear whisper, finally, with Hao Ren screaming "wearing the forest leg method" and slashing his arm to his arm, the magical pope made a roar that was not like human beings, used to block the "crack" The Blade of the World is cut off by a sword!

However, after defeating the enemy, Hao Ren was a bit embarrassed. The magical power of the Pope was beyond imagination. Although he lost his magical skills, his body’s physical strength and the chaotic power of his body were powerful to a terrible level. Hao Ren originally thought that this fierce battle would last for a long time, but did not expect that the enemy in front of him would be defeated so quickly!

And just when he was so stunned, he saw that the "Cleaning Blade" that was picked up suddenly made a sharp sound, and a lot of black lines appeared around the blade, and even the nearby ground was cracked. Come, and August VII’s arm also swells instantly, as if it resonately cracked the wounds of countless monks. In the roar of the demonized pope, these cracks expanded rapidly and swallowed his entire whole eye in the blink of an eye. body!

The sound of "啪" was so soft that the Pope was completely broken and turned into pieces and ashes.

Counterattack? Was he turned back to death by the long sword that Lockalton gave him?

Hao Ren still couldn’t understand the anecdote, and he heard the sacred sword and picked it up again: "The trough is not to say crazy..."

Hao Ren was shocked: "What do you say?!"

"Amount...just a possibility," the voice of the sacred sword sounded extraordinarily imaginary. It seems to have been with Hao Ren for a long time, and with the smell of the Raven 145, its character has become more and more strange. "This sword thinks... This sword won't be mad to the buddy?"

The "buddy" in his mouth is clearly the blade of the world of August VII.

Hao Renru was not adulterated by the Thunder. He let the Raven 145's gods punish the Thunder and then stayed in such a sly look at the cracked edge of the blade that is not far from the ground. Rolling.

Such a fierce battle, such a thrilling battle, the final victory turned out to be because his weapon said the enemy's weapons to be crazy... Which tm to find out?

This is definitely the most bizarre victory ever!

However, the immediate situation clearly does not allow Hao Ren to continue to think about the logic of this victory, because after the completion of the Pope, there are still the remaining annihilators, and there is a Lavinia that is playing in front of the Covenant!

With a loud wolverine, the two annihilators who stopped in front of Lily's eyes flew out like a ruined linen bag. Willy snarled, but he could only retreat in anger. He had scars on his body, black and red blood. Flowing down the wound, a small pool formed on the ground, which looked shocking, but Willy, who was already out of the human domain, seemed to have no sense of this level of blood loss. He just waved his arms arrogantly. Look at the werewolf girl who has a slight white light and a terrorist power in front of her eyes.

The cultists around them, or seriously wounded or dead, lay down on the ground, and the church knights and monks in Karasius and the sub-ethnic barbarians also suffered from death and injury. The blood of various races infiltrated the ark. In the nearby land, there is a **** suffocating air in the air.

The few survivors who survived were surrounded by Willie. In the distance, Karasius held a long stick of white gold, and a long wound in his chest was bloody, and black gas continued to emerge. The power of healing was There was a surge near the wound, but it was clear that the high-ranking bishop could not resume combat power in a short time.

The church soldiers who stood still were surrounded by Caracius, and the bruised sub-racial squadrons gathered around the head wolf.

It seems to be evenly matched, or both lose.

Lily is probably the most powerful warrior on the scene. There are only a few serious injuries on her body, and the wounds are already squirming and healing quickly. Her fangs are dripping in the air with the blood of the cultists, the golden pupil of the beast. The middle is full of war.

"Come on! Come and fight again! You are not a man!"

"Hey beast." Willie took a sip to the side, a thick taunt in his tone, but he was even more angry when he was mocking. He looked at his sparse subordinates and these were his most loyal slain. He was far more enthusiastic than his original black robe and others, and they were willing to support themselves with the sorcerer. The priests and the guardians who become guardians can be said to be the real individual cards in the annihilation sect. However, in just one short battle, these precious warriors actually fell down.

Those barbarians and church warriors are better able to deal with them. The high-ranking monks not far away are powerful but they are only the mortal body. What really causes such a big damage is the "head wolf."

But she couldn't help her. Even with the power of the Great Lord, Willie found this fact with some frustration.

Because the order power around the head wolf is just to specifically control chaos.

But these are not important anymore.

Willie put away his angry expression on his face and turned to a treacherous smile.

He knew that his goal at the beginning was not to defeat these enemies in front of him, but to delay the time and let Lavinia complete the ceremony.

He looked at the direction of August VII. The failure of the old pope did not cause him to sigh. The annihilation of the believers never relied on unity and mutual help. He was just surprised that Hao Ren had a hand in his hand. "The Blade of the World", and it seems to be particularly skilled, but unfortunately, it seems that there is no time to figure out what is going on.

The spell of Lavinia is almost over.

Hao Ren just saw this scene, only to scream: "The trough...etc..."

Lavinia lifted the seal on the disc.

In fact, before she actually finished the mantra, the seal was broken from the inside out, and the last few syllables of the mantra were completely read out under inertia.

A glare of white light erupted from the disc and swallowed the body of Lavinia in a flash. The latter did not even emit a single sound, and it was directly assimilated into a torrent of light.

The white light continues to spread outwards, but the speed is slow to the naked eye. It seems to become a kind of fluid with certain fluids. First, it hits the surface of the ark, and then flows along the crystal pyramid. The sacred breath shines from the light. In the middle of the fourth overflow, in addition to Hao Ren and Li Li, who have adapted to this divine atmosphere, all the people who have seen the white light have all had the urge to pay homage!

However, when Hao Ren thought that the power of the violent will erupt and completely swayed here, a strange scene appeared:

The white light suddenly calmed down, as if to discreetly judge what, then they rippled up layers of ripples and quickly rushed toward the twenty-one classical prisoners around the ark of the covenant!

Almost in the blink of an eye, these divine powers are hidden from the prisoners who are bound and eroded by the chaotic magic, and there is no trace.

Everyone on the scene was a bit worried, and Willy was the first to react. He realized that all the plans and all the information had an unprecedented deviation from his previous expectations. The great resurrection of Lockerton has become a farce!

Right now is his last chance to escape from birth!

The thought swiftly swung in Willy's mind and immediately turned into action. Before everyone reacted, he had scratched his fingers and was ready to start the secret of escape.

However, just halfway through this action, he suddenly saw a layer of ripples in the air in front of him, followed by a small red princess shoe that came out from inside and smashed him with at least two and a half tons of impact. Face. (To be continued.)