The Pope's pupils contracted suddenly, and he could naturally feel what a terrifying power Zhang Heng was with all his strength!

The wings of light behind him unfolded, and then closed, but that didn't mean he had to defend, an equally terrifying force brewed in the closed wings of light.

"God Slash!"

His roar burst into the sky, followed by the spread of his wings, and a dragon of light roared out!

Bang!

When two very different forces collided together, the entire Vatican shook violently, as if it had been an earthquake, and people staggered and almost fell.

And in the town dozens of kilometers away, he also realized that something was wrong here, raised his head blankly, and looked in the direction of the Holy See.

With the explosion point of the strength of the two people as the center, a strong qi suddenly burst out, spreading towards the outside, and all the people who were below the strength of the foundation were directly thrown out, and several priests who were not strong even lost their breath directly.

"It's too powerful!"

Didier's sacrificial heart was shocked, such a powerful force was enough to destroy ten of him!

Perhaps, only the High Priest can have the strength to fight against these two, right?

"The strength of these two people is already comparable to Jin Dan!" Master Qin's eyes widened, he thought that going abroad for this trip would be a humiliating trip, who would have thought that he would actually make such a fuss.

Zhang Heng almost destroyed half of the Holy See with his own strength, even if this is spread, I'm afraid few people will believe it.

This blow was evenly divided.

Zhang Heng and the Pope looked at each other, and there was a solemn meaning in their eyes.

The difference is that the Pope is deeply stressed, he didn't expect Zhang Heng to be so difficult to deal with, but Zhang Heng was overjoyed when he saw the hunt, he laughed wildly and roared.

"Come again!"

This time, he put away the Demon Swinger and fought the Pope with sheer physical strength.

After he became a body refining cultivator, he could often feel as if there was a huge furnace in his body, constantly burning, releasing power continuously, giving him an urge to vent.

It's no wonder that the physiognomy I encountered in my previous life was all battle maniacs, they loved to strike, and every time they collided, they had to make themselves bruised all over their bodies before they would stop.

For physical cultivation, sometimes it is a pleasure to get hurt.

The blood qi is like a dragon, surging in Zhang Heng's body, his blood vessels are hot, the blood flows like the Yangtze River, making a turbulent sound of flowing water, and his bones are earthy yellow, crystal smooth, with unimaginable tenacity.

Zhang Heng took one step and directly crossed hundreds of meters, fighting with the Pope.

The two collided, blinked and exchanged hundreds of rounds, and in the eyes of others, they didn't know the detailed movements of the two at all, and could only see the two figures staggered.

Every time they collided, there was an amazing sonorous sound, as if two mountains, or two large pieces of iron, had collided together.

The sound shook the sky, and many people's eardrums were buzzing, and this feeling was like someone carrying a huge hammer and constantly waving it in the Vatican.

Syllable!

The Pope grabbed Zhang Heng's shoulder, tore his shirt, and wanted to tear Zhang Heng's arm directly, but his bones were extremely tough and could not be shaken by the Pope.

In desperation, he had no choice but to stop, but he still scratched Zhang Heng's skin, leaving a deep scratch on his shoulder.

And Zhang Heng, taking advantage of this time, smashed a fist on the Pope's chest, his chest suddenly collapsed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Zhang Heng looked at the scars on his body, his face was slightly cold, now he has cultivated to the first layer of the immortal body, and his body strength is comparable to that of a magic weapon, which can be said to be extremely strong, but it still hurts him, this Pope is indeed a very strong opponent.

However, the Pope was more seriously injured than him, his chest collapsed into a deep pit, the bones pierced into the heart, his face was full of pain, he stretched out his hand to break the collapsed sternum back one by one, and the light god couldn't help repairing his body, and his eyes showed a cold color.

"Boy, even if your strength is stronger than mine, I can continue to repair, but you can only watch your injuries worsen and consume, you will not be my opponent. ”

"The same thing has been said by the Bloodline. Zhang Heng sneered and looked at his shoulder, those few blood marks had been repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This speed is even a few points faster than that of the Pope.

"How is that possible?" the Pope is messy in the wind, where is this freak who came out of nowhere?

Not to mention the strength is outstanding, the physical strength is still ridiculously strong, and now he has a perverted resilience, so doesn't he have no weaknesses?

Zhang Heng naturally wouldn't explain to him that the Xuantian Tree was the number one treasure on his body, and it was also his biggest harvest after coming to the earth.

In fact, Zhang Heng could completely use the Five Emperors Demon God Fist to kill the Pope in seconds at this time, and he was sure that once he used this fist technique, even if the Prince of the Blood Clan came in person, he would not be his opponent.

But the problem is that the side effects of the Five Emperors Demon God Fist are too great!

The last time he used it, not only drained his spiritual power, but also caused him to lose his longevity, and even gray hair appeared, Zhang Heng cultivated for a while before he finally recovered.

That is, he is still young, and he is sure enough to continuously improve his cultivation, otherwise he is afraid that he will seal this fist technique forever.

The price is too high to be used lightly, except in a life-or-death moment.

For the Pope, Zhang Heng had other ways to kill him.

"Listen, Pope, I have three swords. ”

Zhang Heng let out a long breath, and the golden light in his left eye condensed, and a golden sword light that made people sharp to the extreme, as soon as it appeared, it made people feel frightened!

"White Emperor Dragon Slaying Sword!"

The Five Elements Passage Xuanjian Body is a powerful supernatural power obtained by Zhang Heng in his previous life, you must know that anyone who can cultivate this supernatural power is a well-known figure in the world.

Why?

Among them, the five sword techniques can be regarded as the best of the five attribute sword techniques, for example, this White Emperor Dragon Slaying Sword, in the hands of a real powerhouse, definitely has the power of slaying dragons, and it is by no means vain!

This sword is a killing sword, sharp, arrogant, domineering, all in it.

"Green Emperor Wood Emperor Sword!"

In his right eye, there was also a flash of light.

When this sword light appeared, the vegetation that had been killed by the Holy See, and the flowers and plants that had been affected by the aftermath of the battle, were all revived, and under the influence of the vigorous wood attribute, they were rejuvenated!

Among the ruins, the grass is still clinging to and the flowers are blooming, which looks like a strange beauty.

"What is this?" the Pope's pupils contracted suddenly, and he suddenly felt a sense of fear.

The attribute of wood originally represents vitality.

Like the Xuantian Tree, he constantly released his wood spirit power to help Zhang Heng recover from his injuries.

However, this is the same as the fact that doctors can save people and kill people.

When the rescuer picks up the butcher's knife, his killing intent must be extraordinary!

The flowers are in full bloom, the grass is still clinging, it looks beautiful, but there is a strong killing intent in it.

In an instant, the Pope seemed to be pointed at by thousands of sword blades!

"The third sword, the Yellow Emperor's Wutu Sword!"

Zhang Heng's eyes showed a playful look.

"Don't you want to know the true secret of the Holy Mountain?

"What?"

When the Pope looked up, he saw a strange scene.

Zhang Heng put one hand on his tail vertebrae, and jerked it violently, but it was as if he had pulled out a sword from his own bones.

The sword was earthy yellow in its entirety, and as soon as it appeared, even the air became heavy.

This is the Sword of the Earth!

The terrain is kun, a sword out, like a brilliant sky.

Zhang Heng looked at this sword, his eyes showed emotion, this sword qi condensed from the rest of the soil, all over his bones, but it was the strongest sword among the three swords, when the sword came out, it was like a mountain collapsing, and the power was infinite.

The three swords crossed the sky, and three different attributes diffused, forming three distinct powers in the void.

"Do you think you can kill me with these three swords?" Although the Pope was extremely vigilant in his heart, he did not admit defeat on the surface.

He was not wrong, although these three swords were strong, it was not enough to kill him.

"Naturally not. Zhang Heng said lightly: "But what if the three swords are one?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Heng's palm directly poked out, as if he was about to pinch the three sword lights together!