Su Lin's eyes were hot when he watched this scene, this is the benefit of being old. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

For people who rely on ordinary fist and foot kung fu, as he gets older, his strength is actually slowly decreasing after his peak. But for cultivators like Su Lin and them, as they got older, their strength did increase.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Although the strength of the War Emperor has not reached the level of condensing the star core, the terrifying degree of the power of his constellation is already a little no less than that of the powerhouse of the condensing star core.

More importantly, in recent years, the Emperor of War has taken refuge in the Italian royal family, become their guardian, and rely on the strength of the country to get a lot of natural treasures, which is also one of the reasons for his strength to improve.

At this time, Situ Xuan felt a strong threat.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a tingling sensation on her scalp, which was a sign of danger.

Because of the pressure, Situ Xuan's hair tied up by the restraint belt began to fly, as if he wanted to escape from her scalp.

At this time, she seemed to have been immobilized, and the whole person was nailed there, and she couldn't move if she wanted to.

"Huhuhu!"

Cyclones continued to fly out of the Emperor's side, cutting off scars from the ground.

However, Situ Xuan's face did not change at this time, she looked at the Emperor of War with a calm face, because such an attack was expected by her.

After all, how to say that the Emperor of War is also the number one master in Italy, and the two have fought each other before, she knows that he has a back hand, even when he snatched the power of the constellation, he didn't go all out.

And this time, after he recovered from his injury, his strength went further, and it is a normal thing to have such strength.

After all, there is such an adversary -- it is worth retaliating against.

The kind of opponent who dies when you step on it has a sense of accomplishment when you retaliate at all.

"Die-!" The War Emperor shouted violently, his face was hideous, his body accelerated again, and his hands wrapped in the power of the constellation, shrouding towards Situ Xuan.

"Whoa-la-la-la-la

The power of the constellation moved the surrounding air, forming a small tornado that stirred up all the rubble around it. If you think that this tornado is not lethal, you are wrong, because when the little rock enters the tornado, it is ground into powder.

And at this time, Situ Xuan was in the eye of the tornado.

The tornado is getting bigger, but the space in the eye of the storm is getting smaller and smaller. Once the tornado touches Situ Xuan, then she will only end up being crushed.

However, at this time, it was obvious that the War Emperor would not give Situ Xuan any chance, he would not wait for the tornado to shrink on its own, and just as his body fell, his follow-up attack arrived again.

He clasped his hands together, and then a doji cyclone slash slashed towards the tornado.

That's right, he's trying to puncture his own tornado.

Because the tornado is a stable form, and once it is punctured, the equilibrium state of the tornado will be destroyed, and then the tornado wrapped in the power of the constellation will explode, and the power will be enough to blow up the scum of Situ Xuan inside.

"Boom!"

The tornado was struck with a muffled sound that shook the entire church.

A huge cyclone exploded and flew out like sharp blades.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

The cyclones were so sharp that they sliced through the walls of the church like knives.

The priest was stunned, he had never seen such a magical scene. However, he didn't need to move, because he knew that the person who had just spoken to him should protect him, after all, they had almost demolished their church just now, and if he, the priest, was also killed, God would definitely not let them go.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw Su Lin rolling directly to the side in embarrassment, and at the same time blocking his body with a half-broken bench.

"My God!" the priest was stunned and hurried to another person for help.

This man is naturally Virgilio.

Just as a cyclone was about to slash at him, a figure stood in front of him, and then grabbed him and rolled not far away.

In the process of rolling, the priest was thrown into a mess.

It wasn't until they hit the wall on the side that the two stopped.

At this time, the priest was below, Virgilio was above, and the two looked at each other so "affectionately".

"Oh my God!" said the priest.

"I'm not God!" said Virgilio.

"You are not God, but you are sent by God!" said the priest.

"I'm not sent by God!" said Virgilio.

"No, that's because you don't know God yet, and you don't know your heart!" said the priest.

"Rub, I said, I don't believe in God, I only believe in myself!" Virgilio regretted a little, he knew that he would not save him, let the cyclone cut him, and see if he believed in God and would be resurrected in place after death.

"No, when you came here, you were guided by God, and you saved me, and this is what God arranged!"

"......" This guy doesn't want to brainwash himself and then make himself a believer in God.

Virgilio didn't speak, got up and looked at the battlefield between Situ Xuan and the War Emperor.

At the same time, Surin, who was under the bench, also got up, and the strong sunlight shone on his face, which was a little dazzling, because the roof of the church was actually blown away by the explosion just now.

In the battlefield, Situ Xuan had disappeared, and the Emperor of War who had made a killing move had also disappeared at this time.

The church was quiet, as if nothing had happened. It seems that the tornado just now was all a dream.

A realistic and real dream.

But the roof of the church disappeared, and the golden sunlight poured through it, as if to tell everyone that it was real.

"Whew!"

At that moment, a shadow fell from the sky, a huge wooden plank that looked much like the roof of a church.

"Click!"

The wooden plank fell to the ground and shattered in half, and at this time, Situ Xuan and the War Emperor stood on both sides of the plank, far away from each other.

Situ Xuan's face was expressionless, her beautiful eyes were bright, but the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth seemed to indicate that she had been injured in the collision just now.

However, compared with Situ Xuan, the War Emperor was even more miserable.

His long hair was messy, his clothes were torn in countless holes, and there were countless small wounds on his face oozing blood.

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