Ji Mo struggled to raise his head and glanced at the Pope, at this moment the crazy battle intent in his eyes had disappeared, and even the golden dragon swimming in his eyes was gone, he had returned to normal.

Looking at the Pope, Ji Mo looked at Alice who was tied up less than ten meters next to him.

"Ji Mo. ”

Looking at this man who was fighting for his color, the saint's eyes were once again filled with bloody tears.

Ji Mo wanted to raise his hand and grab Alice, but just raised his right hand a few centimeters, Ji Mo's hand fell weakly.

Ji Mo's eyes slowly closed, his head fell to the ground, and he made a slight noise, and he fell unconscious.

"No!"

Alice yelled frantically, but because she was too weak and emotional.

After shouting, she also passed out.

The victory of this battle was decisive, although Ji Mo created miracles repeatedly, but in the end he was defeated because his strength was inferior to that of the Pope.

But the spectators who were hidden in the shadows around them, when they looked at Ji Mo, they were not looking at a loser.

Today's Ji Mo has shown enough strength to make him famous all over the world, he is defeated, but although he is defeated, he is still glorious.

A martial artist in the middle of the Innate Realm first defeated Romina in the Fetal Breath Realm, and then fought with the Pope, a strong man at the peak of the world's martial arts, and even forced the Pope to use all his strength to barely defeat him, this record is enough for everyone to recognize Ji Mo's strength.

"It's a pity, if this son doesn't appear today, just wait for him to endure for a few years and improve his strength to the fetal realm, then even the Pope may not be able to win him. ”

One of the spectators shook his head and sighed.

"Famous teachers and high apprentices, but God does not bless them and apprentices. ”

Another spectator lamented.

Zuo Han was famous all over the world at the beginning, and Ji Mo also broke out today to be not weaker than Zuo Han's fame.

They are all figures in the martial arts world that can be passed down through the ages, but do they really have to be strangled?

'Stomp stomped!'

The Pope walked towards Ji Mo step by step.

The Holy Scepter emitted a faint white glow, not a strong force, but it was the last power the Pope could muster.

In normal times, this kind of energy might not cause any harm to Ji Mo at all, but now it is different.

Ji Mo, who had passed out in a coma, no longer had the slightest strength to resist, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, just waiting for the murderous man to make the final death to him.

"Ji Mo, you and Zuo Han are a disgrace to my Holy See, but after a few days, this disgrace will no longer exist. ”

Walking in front of Ji Mo, the Pope looked coldly at Ji Mo lying on the ground, and after speaking, he aimed the divine scepter at Ji Mo's head.

As long as the Pope exerts his strength, the weak power on the divine scepter can immediately take Ji Mo's life.

"Stop. ”

A cold cheer rang out.

Hearing this, a look of surprise appeared in the Pope's eyes, but he did not stop, but directly urged the Divine Scepter to attack Ji Mo.

"Huangquan Heavenly Fury. ”

With the sound of an indifferent voice, a sound wave that directly attacked the human soul quickly attacked the Pope.

Just as the Pope made the final blow to Ji Mo, his soul was hit by this sonic attack, causing the Pope's soul to tremble for a short time, which also caused the attack in his hand to deviate a little.

The attack of the Divine Scepter failed to hit Ji Mo's head as expected, but attacked Ji Mo's shoulder, blasting a terrifying wound on his shoulder, although Ji Mo's injury worsened again, but let Ji Mo save his life.

'Boom!'

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of the Pope, and the other party slammed out with a palm, knocking the Pope flying.

The Pope's body was knocked into the air, and the person who attacked was not the sharpshooter.

With absolute anger, the sharpshooter smacked the Pope with a single palm and vomited blood, and when it fell to the ground, the Pope immediately became languishing.

"Sharpshooter. ”

Looking at this person who had stopped him from killing Ji Mo, the Pope's voice carried a cold killing intent in his voice.

The sharpshooter first glanced at Ji Mo behind him, and when he sensed that Ji Mo's life was hanging by a thread, the anger in the sharpshooter's heart was even stronger.

"Old immortal, today I will destroy your Holy See. ”

The sharpshooter's momentum began to soar wildly.

Feeling the sharpshooter lock on his momentum, the Pope's face changed drastically.

Usually he can not care about the sharpshooter, but it doesn't mean that he can not care about it now when he is seriously injured.

Under the confrontation with Ji Mo, the Pope had no strength at all.

The attack on Ji Mo just now is the last strength of the Pope, not to mention the sharpshooter now, it is estimated that any martial artist from the Innate Realm can kill him.

"Protect the Pope. ”

At this moment, the Holy Knights, who had been spectators, stood up, and more than 100 Holy Knights stood in front of the Pope.

At the front of the procession, two Holy Knights and two Cardinal Archbishops stood there with a look of vigilance.

"Is it the late stage of the four Innate Realms?"

The sharpshooter smiled indifferently, this strength was not enough to prevent him from killing the Pope.

'Brush, brush, brush!'

Suddenly, several more figures flashed out from the back of the Holy See, surrounding the people of the Holy See in the center.

"Nusura, Bamboo ......"

The Pope looked at the people and called out their names one by one.

"The old immortal, and me. ”

Another angry shout rang out, and then a rugged European man went to the sharpshooter's side.

"Blackbeard. ”

Seeing this person appear, the Pope's brows furrowed, Blackbeard's strength is not strong, but he represents the Thoma family.

Thinking of the old Thoma of the Thoma family, the Pope's heart sank.

"Blackbeard, do you Thoma family want to help Ji Mo fight against our Holy See?"

The Pope asked sharply as he looked at Blackbeard.

"Yes and what, no matter what is it, no matter who I am today, Ji Mo is my brother, no matter what, I have to keep him. ”

Blackbeard said resolutely.

Hearing this, the Pope didn't speak, but just looked at the sharpshooters and their group.

With the current sharpshooters, their strength is enough to kill the people of the Holy See present, seeing this, the Pope couldn't help but shake his head, but there was no look of despair in his eyes.

"Is this old guy still a follow-up?"

Seeing that the Pope had not given up at this moment, the sharpshooter couldn't help but be puzzled.

"As far as I know, there should be no strong people in the Holy See who are in the Fetal Breath Realm. ”

Hearing the sharpshooter's words, Blackbeard said.

With the current situation, if it weren't for the Fetal Breath Realm powerhouse, it would not be enough to turn the tide of the battle at all, but Blackbeard said that there were no Fetal Breath Realm powerhouses in the Holy See, so what did the Pope prepare?

"Haha! I didn't expect the Holy See to be so defeated in my generation, I am ashamed of the Pope and the Lord. ”

The Pope laughed in grief, and then his gaze turned to the icon behind the sharpshooters.

(End of chapter)