"What's the matter, a generation of popes has also begun to hide their heads and show their tails?" Xue Zhendong stared at the air and looked coldly.

An old man with a miserable face suddenly appeared in the air, holding a golden scepter in his hand, wearing a papal crown on his head, and a red priest's robe: "Minister Xue is getting more and more domineering!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xue Zhendong snorted coldly in the face of the Pope, without any respect: "This land of China is not a place for you to spread wild!"

"Minister Xue is so unreasonable, when our temple was opened, if it wasn't for the Hidden Streamer's action, how could our Holy See suffer heavy losses?"

"Then you go to the Hidden Stream Man and say, you have a fart relationship with me!" Xue Zhendong snorted: "Old demon, how long are you going to watch the show?"

On the opposite side of the Pope, a Westerner who looked simple and simple appeared with a smile: "Today I am only responsible for watching the excitement, and I will never make a move!" As long as I can destroy the Holy See, I am willing to do it!"

"You can solve the affairs of your Heavenly Divine Kingdom by yourself, don't come here to find it unpleasant! Remember, you are not welcome here!" Xue Zhendong did not give the other party a good face because of his words.

"It seems that Minister Xue has been a little swollen recently, do you want to have a discussion?" the Pope was silent for a long time, slowly spoke, and took a light step forward.

"War is life and death!" Xue Zhendong did not have any fear, and his robe began to stir in the wind.

"Madman! You're a madman!" The Pope's beard is about to be crooked, don't these Chinese people call themselves the state of etiquette? But look at their style of doing things, why are they so barbaric and irritable!

"Hehe, I like this temper! But I said, I'll be in charge of watching the play today, anyway, it's already come to this point, what can Minister Xue do even if he stops it? It's not weak, how about let's see a good show? This time I don't have much conflict with you!" The old demon smiled: "My requirements are not high, as long as the Holy Son is dead!"

"Isn't that little guy of yours enough!" the Pope shook his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Haha!" Xue Zhendong laughed: "But don't you think your hand is a little long?"

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If you want to say that, Huaxia sometimes does things too domineering!" another figure appeared beside Xue Zhendong.

"Even you, a Brahman, are here, it seems that today is really a grand event!" Xue Zhendong said this, and his expression began to be solemn.

One-on-one, Xue Zhendong is not afraid of any of them, one against two, although there is no divine calculation, but if he is desperate, the other party will also be seriously injured! At their point, they will definitely not choose this way if they don't reach the most important time.

But if the other party is three people, Xue Zhendong is not sure, but when it comes to the bottom line, he is not afraid of a battle!

"Definitely won't do anything to hit me!" The old demon looked like an old god, but everyone knew that how could this guy believe his words?

"Let's just watch these little guys perform in peace, right?"

Xue Zhendong had a calm face, he didn't expect the other party to send so many masters over, and there was no need to ask carefully, other masters in the country must have been blocked and couldn't come over!

It's all something that this guy made up for the hidden stream! Xue Zhendong was immediately annoyed when he thought of this name.

Within the starry abyss, Xiao Shi suddenly felt a burning sensation from the lines on his palm, and following this feeling, Xiao Shi continued to run in that direction.

It may be that he was unlucky, and he was teleported a little far, and Linghu Wuwu ran into the child of hell at this time.

"My target today is not you, get out of the way!" The Children of Hell held a flaming sword in his hand, looking majestic and imposing.

And listening to his words, Linghu licked his lips senselessly: "That's unfortunate, my target is you!"

"You are looking for death!" The Son of Hell was a task equivalent to the status of the Holy Son in the Western Realm, and now he was being provoked by Linghu senselessly, how could he tolerate it? The flame on the long sword in his hand jumped suddenly, and then with a wave of his hand, a dark cut mark appeared in front of Linghu Wusense.

"Looking for death?" Ling Hu patted his bald head uselessly, and then took out a huge hammer!

The part of the hammer head of this hammer is thicker than Linghu Wusense's head, and it looks full of power! Unlike ordinary monks, Linghu Wuwu pays more attention to physical cultivation, too

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It is commonly known as physical cultivation, and its combat effectiveness is extremely strong.

Although he didn't practice any special ranged attack spells, he did practice a lot of buff spells.

A yellowish circle of light rose from beneath his feet, and then his skin turned golden: "Come on!

After saying that, the huge hammer in his hand was swung by him as if it had no weight, and smashed straight into the head of the child of hell!

"Maniac!"

The Children of Hell raised their swords to block, and after feeling the power of the other party, they couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Hehe, come again! It's been a long time since I've been so happy!" the corners of Linghu's mouthless arc raised, and the hammer in his hand began to smash up frantically, clang, and the sound spread far away.

He also picked a good opponent, and the Children of Hell were also known for their physical strength, but now in front of Linghu Wufu, his previous self-confidence began to crumble.

In order to withstand Linghu's senseless attack, he must choose to counterattack.

The rich color of blood spread over his body, and even his skin began to tear a little, but there was no blood flowing out of the tear, but molten slurry!

"Let you feel the power from hell today!" the son of hell snorted coldly, and the fiery sword in his hand suddenly split into two, and he was immediately entangled with Linghu senselessly.

"That's a little interesting! Come again!" A layer of dark golden light rose from Linghu's senseless feet, enveloping him like a bronze man in Shaolin Temple.

Both of them are extremely powerful, and even the surrounding airspace has been torn apart between the moves, forming a layer of tiny cracks!

On the other side, Xiao Shi finally saw his opponent.

The Holy Son stood proudly, and when he saw Xiao Shi coming, the white pillar of light in his hand began to condense: "I always have a familiar feeling with you, but I can guarantee that I have never seen you, can you tell me why?"

"Guess!" Xiao Shi snorted coldly, and the spiritual fire turned into a firebird and rushed straight towards the Holy Son.

The Holy Son's face changed slightly, and he said in a cold voice, "Holy Light Technique!"

"Boom!" the firebird slammed into the light, as if it were burning the surrounding area, and the battle became white-hot in an instant.

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